Page 181 of King of Pain
“You want to sit?” he asks as he shuts his office door. He motions to the chairs across from his desk, but I can’t sit. I start pacing.
He squints at me. “Okay… so, what—?”
“Move in with me,” I blurt out.
He freezes.
No words come. His mouth opens slightly but nothing comes out.
I keep going, because now that it’s out, I can’t stop.
“I know it might seem soon. But really, it’s not. It’s been years, Ant. We lost time, but we already have what most people build toward. I know you’re looking for a new place, and you can afford something great now.”
I pace a little more, my hand in my hair.
“But you want to start your own agency, right? My condo is already paid for. You could save that rent money, put it toward your dream. You’re there all the time anyway. I want it to be ours. I don’t ever want to wake up without you again. Don’t sign a new lease. Please say yes.”
I stop pacing, look over, and he’s sitting.
He’s gone back to his desk and just… sat down.
My arms fling out to the side. “Ant, come on. Say something.”
“Come here.”
“What?”
He says it again. Firmly. “Come.Here.”
Fuck. I love when he uses that voice on me.
I step over and he grabs me by the hips and pulls me in, then presses me back against the desk, between his knees, his face level with my abs. His hands slide up my bare thighs to the waistband of my gym shorts.
I blink. “Ant, we can’t. What if someone—”
“Shh,” he says, already tugging downward. “It’s only Meg’s office and mine on this end. She’s out of town. No one else comes back here without an appointment.”
Myeyes close as he yanks my shorts down and swallows me whole.
I bite down on my lip in a failed attempt to hold in a groan.
Ant huffs a laugh around my cock as he works my length just enough to get me hard.
In a flash, he’s on his feet, spinning me around until the fronts of my thighs hit the desk.
Suddenly I’m bent forward, chest pressed flat to the wood as he yanks my shorts, and boxer briefs the rest of the way down.
I’m completely exposed to him.
He hums in appreciation, dragging a hand over my right ass cheek before letting his fingers wander, prying between thecurves. My face heats as he trails his index finger upward and taps against my hole.
My breathing turns ragged. I wiggle my ass in response, a wordless plea.
Ant huffs lightly. “Do you have any—”
“My gym bag. Left pocket.” I interrupt, breathless.
He steps back with a smirk. “Hmm, smart boy. Though I’m a little concerned that you need lube at the gym.”
