Page 2 of The Mourning Throne
Lex forced his gaze back to the screen.
Karen, with her forever bright red lipstick. Steve, scratching at his patchy stubble. Normal things. Safe things.
And then Morgan.
Dark eyes flicking from monitor to camera, unreadable and calm. The picture of perfect, untouchable authority. Sitting not ten feet behind him.
Holding the remote control.
“Have you and Finn finished up the Costa account, Lex?” Steve asked, all big, polite smiles on the laptop.
“Almost. I have another call scheduled with Jordan, and then we should be good to go.”
When Lex’s phone buzzed, some part of him already knew who it would be. Not a friend back in New York, not an update on Croissant.
Morgan
If I turn it up, will you still be able to answer their questions? You’re barely hanging on as it is. I heard you whimpering from overhere.
Lex swallowed, mouth so dry he could taste iron. His fingers faltered across the keyboard, locking up as the next pulse of pleasure rippled from his lower back to his cock. It was all he could do to keep his eyes open, to not fall apart in front of the blinking cursor.
The worst part? Hearing Morgan mess with the fucking remote—
all the wayfrom the loveseat.
Every noise Lex had been trying to hide spilled over, and he barely had time to hit the mute button. His breath came in short, panting gasps. The buzz of the highest setting drove his thighs together, stomach clenched too tight.
Thankwhoever—god, jesus, satan himself—when Karen mentioned needing to end the meeting early.
Something about her kids.
Something about family picnics—
Lex didn’t give a flying fuck.
He couldn’t even shut the laptop. His hands were shaking too badly, palms sweaty, as he ran them over his jeans. Over and over.
“Lex.” Morgan’s voice floated over, quiet and lilting. Painfully smug even through the damn haze that had settled over all of Lex. “Come here.”
Moving was a feat. A huge, difficult deal.
Gripping the back of the cushions, Lex pulled himself up, slowly working his way over to the desk.
Ten feet should’ve honestly been a damn mile.
Thiswas notfair. At all.
Morgan didn’t give Lex time to settle.
The second he made it within arm’s reach, Morgan pulled him down into his lap. One hand under Lex’s thigh, the other skimming up his spine.
Zero fucks given that it drove the vibrator in farther. That Lex groaned so loud he wanted to throw himself out the second story window.
He didn’t know where to put his hands—didn’t want to make this any worse for himself—so they hovered awkwardly over the edge of the desk.
Morgan shifted beneath him, legs spreading wider.
“Sit,” Morgan said, and Lex collapsed forward with a choked breath.
