Page 56 of Winning You
“Okay?”
“Mm. I have something to show you. Can you take me to your desk? Do you even have a desk?”
“I do,” Frankie said slowly.
Lucas’s fingers trailed down Frankie’s arm, and then he slipped his wrist against Frankie’s palm. “Take my hand and put it on the edge of it.”
He carefully led Lucas forward to the front of his desk and set his fingers right along the side. “It’s nothing fancy.”
“Trust me, that’s not what I’m worried about.” Lucas bit his lip again, then said quietly, “Go sit in your office chair.”
Frankie had no idea what the hell was happening, but it was an easy order to obey. He dipped his head low, set his lips to Lucas’s temple, then said, “Yes, princess.”
“Oh, fuck,” Lucas whispered.
Frankie smirked as he moved around Lucas and dropped back to his seat. He watched as Lucas traced the length of the desk, then suddenly disappeared for a beat as he dropped to his knees. His head popped up a second later, and then he climbed to his feet and set his cane against the edge.
“Does it satisfy?” Frankie asked, still no clue what was happening.
Lucas was smiling now. “Oh yes. Are you sitting down?”
“I am.”
Lucas traced a touch around the desk edge, and when he made it around to Frankie’s side, he stopped when his knee bumped the arm of the chair. “Roll back.”
Frankie did, and Lucas took the spot in front of him. He felt along the opening where Frankie’s legs fit, then—without anypreamble or warning—he dropped to his knees and backed into the space.
Frankie made a soft choking sound as he watched Lucas curl his large body into the small area. “What…ah. What are you doing?”
Lucas just smiled. “Roll forward.”
“Sweetheart,” Frankie started. Lucas made a disgruntled noise. Frankie rolled forward and, when he was close enough, touched Lucas on the jaw. “Princess.”
“Better. Now, be quiet.”
“I—oh.” All sound died in the back of Frankie’s throat as Lucas’s long, delicate fingers found his legs. They crept upward until they found the button on his slacks. And then the zipper. “Lucas, sweetheart—princess—” he corrected swiftly, “this is a bad idea.”
Lucas grinned up at him, the expression on his face so hungry it made Frankie thicken in his boxers. “Or is it the best idea anyone’s ever heard?”
He couldn’t quite argue with that. He was playing with fire. The get fired and arrested kind of fire, but he couldn’t bring himself to say no. No was the last thing he wanted to say. His dick throbbed harder, and he could feel the tip getting wet with precome as Lucas carefully pulled it from the slit in his boxers.
He hummed softly, running his fingers from root to tip, tracing the shape of his head as his foreskin pulled back, letting his nails gently—not quite painfully—scrape along his sensitive skin and near his slit.
It hit him as he was watching the expression on Lucas’s face—this was the first time Lucas had touched a cock that wasn’t his own. He hadn’t touched Frankie the night before. At all. He’d felt him hard and throbbing against his thigh, but all the attention had been on him.
“Do you like it?” he asked, his voice raspy.
Lucas tilted his face up. “You’re gorgeous.”
He had no idea what to say, so he reached down and curled his hand around the top of Lucas’s, guiding him to grip tight and stroke gently.
“Is this what you like?” Lucas asked.
“Yeah, princess. This is what I like.”
“Show me more,” Lucas said.
Frankie squeezed his hand a bit tighter, then moved a bit faster. “Like this,” he grunted. He moved his gaze to the door, ready to freeze if someone walked in. He wasn’t sure his heart could take toying with getting caught like this, but somehow, that thought turned him on even more.
