lips were hot, soft on the small of his back.
The plug pushed in and in, stretching him wide at one point before it tapered down again. His hole snapped down around the base. He jerked forward, body bowing. Jarrod's hands stayed on his ass, his back, soothing him, helping him get used to the weight of the plug, the way it stretched him.
Soon, though, Jarrod was handing him his slacks, keeping his briefs with a grin. "Let's go home, hmm?"
"Yeah. Yeah, okay." He could do that.
"I can drive," Jarrod suggested, straightening his own clothing.
He nodded. That worked. He'd take Jarrod home, they'd fuck more, then he'd work through this shit. Handle it.
Hell, maybe he'd just keep the beautiful son of a bitch as his own for a while.
Chapter 5
Jarrod followed Samuel's directions to his place, to the apartment they could see from the office window. He told himself he was doing this to see what he could find at Samuel's place, because the man's office was clean; he'd told his bosses Samuel was too smart to keep anything incriminating at the office. They'd told him that meant he needed to get an invite to Samuel's home, and here he was, on the way there.
The truth was, he was going to search Sammy's place. He was going to search and he was going to prove that the man had nothing to do with any of this. Samuel wasn't the leak; Jarrod was sure of it. And it wasn't just because he was falling for Sammy. That just made him want to get the job done and over with as soon as possible.
He pulled into the garage beneath the building and parked the car. It had been a quiet drive over, but he didn't think Sammy was going to balk on him.
"Come on. The elevator's right here."
Samuel slipped from the car, motions elegant, smooth. He followed, admiring that ass, knowing his plug was filling Samuel up.
The elevator took them up to the twenty-first floor, moving fast, almost silently. He kept his eyes on Samuel instead of the numbers. Samuel was quiet, but not tense. It was as if Sammy had decided something in the bathroom.
When they got out of the elevator, he slid his hand across Sammy's ass. He felt the muscles jump, tense. He patted, gave Sammy a quick grin.
"I'm in 2100. Here in the corner."
"Lead the way, boss-man."
The building was swanky, but when Samuel opened the door, his condo was still mostly packed, messy. There was some furniture but very few personal items. Jarrod figured that had to be what was in all the boxes.
"You need some help with your unpacking," Jarrod noted.
"Yeah. It's just not a priority."
"You should have asked your personal assistant." He waggled his eyebrows at Samuel.
"You're not on the clock."
"No, I'm not, am I?" He grabbed Samuel and tugged him in close.
"No." Samuel came to him, hands wrapped around his waist. "No, we're not."
"Perfect." He brought their mouths together, kissing Samuel hard.
Samuel opened to him, let him in eagerly, easily. Eager Sammy was sexy in an entirely different way and Jarrod pushed him up against a wall, rubbing along the man's body. He could take his time now--biting and touching and licking and pinching.
Samuel tasted delicious, a hint of his own flavor still within the man's mouth. He tugged at Sammy's clothes, eager to see the full package, completely naked. He wanted Sammy on a bed, spread and exposed for him, that newly shaved skin bared for him. He popped buttons as he pulled open Sammy's shirt, then he pushed it and the suit jacket off the man's shoulders, letting them drop to the floor.
"You, too," Samuel groaned, reaching for his shirt.
"So undress me, Sammy. Make me naked. I know you want to see."
"It's only fair." Samuel tugged his shirt up and off.
Now they were both naked from the waist up--for the first time. Jarrod couldn't resist stopping and taking a look. Samuel's body was lean, muscles tight, rippling for him. He reached out and stroked the man's belly. Fuck, that was pretty.
"You have tattoos." Samuel traced the lines of the ink on his
The plug pushed in and in, stretching him wide at one point before it tapered down again. His hole snapped down around the base. He jerked forward, body bowing. Jarrod's hands stayed on his ass, his back, soothing him, helping him get used to the weight of the plug, the way it stretched him.
Soon, though, Jarrod was handing him his slacks, keeping his briefs with a grin. "Let's go home, hmm?"
"Yeah. Yeah, okay." He could do that.
"I can drive," Jarrod suggested, straightening his own clothing.
He nodded. That worked. He'd take Jarrod home, they'd fuck more, then he'd work through this shit. Handle it.
Hell, maybe he'd just keep the beautiful son of a bitch as his own for a while.
Chapter 5
Jarrod followed Samuel's directions to his place, to the apartment they could see from the office window. He told himself he was doing this to see what he could find at Samuel's place, because the man's office was clean; he'd told his bosses Samuel was too smart to keep anything incriminating at the office. They'd told him that meant he needed to get an invite to Samuel's home, and here he was, on the way there.
The truth was, he was going to search Sammy's place. He was going to search and he was going to prove that the man had nothing to do with any of this. Samuel wasn't the leak; Jarrod was sure of it. And it wasn't just because he was falling for Sammy. That just made him want to get the job done and over with as soon as possible.
He pulled into the garage beneath the building and parked the car. It had been a quiet drive over, but he didn't think Sammy was going to balk on him.
"Come on. The elevator's right here."
Samuel slipped from the car, motions elegant, smooth. He followed, admiring that ass, knowing his plug was filling Samuel up.
The elevator took them up to the twenty-first floor, moving fast, almost silently. He kept his eyes on Samuel instead of the numbers. Samuel was quiet, but not tense. It was as if Sammy had decided something in the bathroom.
When they got out of the elevator, he slid his hand across Sammy's ass. He felt the muscles jump, tense. He patted, gave Sammy a quick grin.
"I'm in 2100. Here in the corner."
"Lead the way, boss-man."
The building was swanky, but when Samuel opened the door, his condo was still mostly packed, messy. There was some furniture but very few personal items. Jarrod figured that had to be what was in all the boxes.
"You need some help with your unpacking," Jarrod noted.
"Yeah. It's just not a priority."
"You should have asked your personal assistant." He waggled his eyebrows at Samuel.
"You're not on the clock."
"No, I'm not, am I?" He grabbed Samuel and tugged him in close.
"No." Samuel came to him, hands wrapped around his waist. "No, we're not."
"Perfect." He brought their mouths together, kissing Samuel hard.
Samuel opened to him, let him in eagerly, easily. Eager Sammy was sexy in an entirely different way and Jarrod pushed him up against a wall, rubbing along the man's body. He could take his time now--biting and touching and licking and pinching.
Samuel tasted delicious, a hint of his own flavor still within the man's mouth. He tugged at Sammy's clothes, eager to see the full package, completely naked. He wanted Sammy on a bed, spread and exposed for him, that newly shaved skin bared for him. He popped buttons as he pulled open Sammy's shirt, then he pushed it and the suit jacket off the man's shoulders, letting them drop to the floor.
"You, too," Samuel groaned, reaching for his shirt.
"So undress me, Sammy. Make me naked. I know you want to see."
"It's only fair." Samuel tugged his shirt up and off.
Now they were both naked from the waist up--for the first time. Jarrod couldn't resist stopping and taking a look. Samuel's body was lean, muscles tight, rippling for him. He reached out and stroked the man's belly. Fuck, that was pretty.
"You have tattoos." Samuel traced the lines of the ink on his
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