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Hugh sucked in a breath and squirmed. He’d never gone entirely flaccid, but his erection was

back and harder than it’d been before. It rubbed enticingly between Finch’s cheeks.

“You,” Finch said, leaning down to whisper the words against Hugh’s lips, “were the subject of

my wet dreams these thirteen long years. I used to imagine that you would bend me over my

office desk and do things to me no employer ever should, and now here I am, on your lap,

ready to serve you in ways no Attendant ever will.”

Hugh’s cock throbbed, so Finch clenched around it. He didn’t let it inside of him—not yet—but

he was as eager for it to happen as Hugh appeared to be.

“All I ask,” Finch continued in a low voice meant to tease as he curled his fingers in Hugh’s

chest hair, “is that you don’t treat me any differently after this, Mr. Drake. I’m still your

employee, after all.”

Hugh groaned and began to thrust his hips, desperately driving his cock against Finch in

search of somewhere to put it. How intoxicating it was to see Hugh driven mad with lust. Finch

kissed him firmly, over and over, not wanting any kiss to be the last one. He didn’t stop until

Hugh begged him.

“Please, Finch, darling, please.” He ran his hands up and down the sides of Finch’s body.

“Please, love, I need more. I need you. Right now I’m controlling my dragon, but he’s about

ten seconds from taking over and fucking you quite thoroughly, and while I don’t wish to upset

your plans, I do advise that you give him what he wants.”

Finch kissed Hugh’s neck and throat, then moved on to his collarbones. “And what does His

Excellency want?”

“You,” Hugh replied, his plum-colored eyes seeming to glow from within. “Always, always you.

Only you.”

That squeezed Finch’s heart hard. He opened his mouth to ask if Hugh’s dragon also wanted

whelps, but then didn’t. There was only so much self-inflicted torture he could stand.

“Would sir kindly hand me the lube?” Finch asked.

“Anything for you.”

“Especially when that anything gets you laid?” Finch prepped himself quickly then spread more

lube up and down Hugh’s shaft. Finch knew he’d had the massive thing in his ass dozens of

times, but it hadn’t stopped being intimidating.

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