Chapter 82

Could he take him? God yes!

“Just fuck me.”

A strong grip dragged him to one side of the desk so that the hard edge bisected his spine. The sudden pain eased as Dean raised his legs to settle between them, but where one pressure ended, another began.

Jay concentrated on that hard, and smooth, unrelenting yet gradual stretch, a wonderful pressure filling him. The only thing to complain was the desk, but the furniture proved sturdy.

“You feel so good on my cock,” Dean choked out.

Jay laughed. “You’re just a romantic at heart.”

Fingertips paved a path over his face. Blue eyes stared into his. Jay lay motionless, waiting. He was beginning to know when something affected the man’s emotions, to identify when something wasn’t a laughing matter, to Dean. Was this a sign of a blossoming relationship? With luck, yes. Jay waited, open to a future of possibilities.