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And Ryan, damn him, knew exactly the effect it had on Alex and happily used that to his advantage.
No, not happily. That man never did anything happily.
“Please, Sir…” Maybe a little begging and buttering Ryan up would work?
But Ryan bent over him, bringing his mouth close to Alex’s ear as he drove his cock home with a snap. “I said no. And if you keep nagging, I’ll wait until everyone is here and then finish, leaving you bent over the table with that luscious ass of yours sticking out for everyone to see. Is that what you want, hmm? Want everyone to see what a slut you are? How my cum is dripping out of your ass? How you were so needy and hungry for my cock you needed me to fuck you at nine in the morning?”
Alex closed his eyes as his lungs seized and his cheeks burned. How did Ryan do that? How did he always manage to make Alex feel humiliated yet so aroused? He was fighting to repress his impending orgasm, for fuck’s sake. That was how much those words turned him on. Alas, he wasn’t allowed to come until Ryan gave him permission.
Ryan sped up again, pounding into Alex with such force he had to hold on to the edge of the table with all his might. He was close. He had to be close. Another anxious check of the clock. Jesus, three minutes left. And Wander was never late.
Ryan growled low and deep, his body jerking, and relief flooded Alex as Ryan’s hot cum filled him, his release forgotten. He had bigger things to worry about. Ryan’s nails dug into Alex’s hips as he rode out his climax. With one final shudder, Ryan pulled out.
“Clean yourself up,” he said dismissively.
Alex scrambled to get dressed, his heart racing as footsteps approached from down the hall. As he adjusted his clothing, trying to look presentable, the door swung open, and Wander Dwyer, their boss, walked in. Jonah, Lowell, and Caleb followed on his heels.
“Christ, it smells like sex in here,” Wander said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Ryan, next time you fuck Alex, do it somewhere else, yeah? And if you really have to do it in this room, at least open the windows and clean the table.”
His face hot with embarrassment, Alex grabbed a wet wipe and furiously cleaned the part of the table he’d been bent over, removing the evidence of what had happened.
“Sorry, Wander,” Alex mumbled.
Wander put a quick hand on his shoulder. “I was reprimanding Ryan, not you.”
That, at least, made Alex feel a little better.
After a final swipe, Alex tossed the wipe into the waste basket and sat. The opulent room seemed to close in around him, the ornate chandelier above casting a warm glow on the polished mahogany table that no longer bore evidence of his recent escapade. He shifted in his chair, hyperaware of the lingering sensation between his legs and Ryan’s cum soaking his underwear. Thank fuck he was wearing dark sweatpants that would hide the wet stains.
“All right, team.” Wander’s commanding presence captured everyone’s attention. “First, I want to say great job on our last assignment. Our client was pleased with our work, and that reflects well on all of us.”
Did Wander already have a new job for them? Alex was grateful for the opportunity Wander had given him and was eager to prove himself a valuable member of Dwyer Security. At only twenty-five, he was the youngest on the team—though Caleb was only a year older—but Alex was highly skilled in martial arts and marksmanship. He was hoping to put those talents to use on more thrilling assignments.
The job they’d wrapped up the day before had been a risk analysis for a state politician eyeing a run for the Senate. He’d been concerned about his sexual past, as he’d been active in the BDSM community, and he’d asked Wander and his team to assess how much of a liability his past could become. It had been interesting, but more paperwork and research than anything practical.
“Hopefully, we’ll get something more exciting,” Alex said. “Not that I didn’t enjoy the risk analysis stuff, but I’m more of a hands-on guy.”
“Hands-on, huh?” Ryan smirked, leaning back in his chair and shooting Alex a knowing glance. “Is that what they’re calling it these days, baby boy?”
Heat crept up Alex’s neck, but he refused to let Ryan’s jab get to him. Instead, he focused on Wander, who appeared unfazed by the comment.
“I agree with you, Alex,” Wander said. “We could all use a more active assignment. I’ve got a meeting with a potential client this afternoon, a lady who’s a close friend of Jesse’s neighbors.”
They’d moved in with Jesse as part of their job to protect him and find out who’d been threatening him, but after they’d caught the culprit—Wander had gotten shot in the showdown—Jesse had asked them to stay because he liked their company. Since Wander had hoped to stay in the Capital District area of New York, around Albany, and they’d all loved the atmosphere in Jesse’s house, Wander had accepted on behalf of the whole team.
Including Ryan, who, for some reason, had also decided to stick around. Alex had expected him to leave, especially considering how much the man had bitched and moaned about the weather during the winter, but one day, Wander had announced Ryan was now officially part of the team. Why that had made Alex so happy was something he preferred not to spend too much time on. It had to be the spectacular sex.
“Do we have any idea what the problem is the lady needs help with?” Lowell asked.
“Something to do with horse racing and a dead horse.” Wander shrugged. “At this point, that’s all I know.”
Horse racing? That was a new one.
As the meeting continued, Alex stole glances at Ryan, whose smug grin still lingered. Ryan enjoyed pushing his buttons, but Alex was determined to prove he wasn’t some submissive plaything—at least, not when it came to their work.
“All right, let’s wrap this up,” Wander said after discussing a few more matters. “I want all of you in the gym for some physical sparring, yeah?”
Alex rubbed his hands at the mention of hand-to-hand combat. As a mixed martial arts expert, he loved blowing off steam that way and showing what he was capable of. “Sounds fun.” He flexed his muscles. “I’m always up for a good fight.”