His Hart's Command (Nothing Special 6)

“And, I’ll say this one time and one time only—stay off the fuckin’ elevator with me, or the next time I’ll send your ass crashing to the parking garage.”

“Freeman, you sonofa—”

“Close,” Free said, cutting Vasquez off as the doors slammed shut.

Free exited out of the building’s maintenance server on his tablet and watched the elevator descend. Holy shit. He let out a harsh breath. He couldn’t believe he’d just done that. He wanted to jump in the air, whoop and pump his fist. He’d actually done it! His victim days were over. Now he wanted to kiss the man who was partly responsible.

Hart

Hart sat on the sofa in his office, with papers strewn on the table in front of him. He’d been calculating numbers for hours in order to have his budget submitted in time for their quarterly meeting. He stretched his back and worked at the kinks that’d formed in his neck over the last hour. He dropped his hand, wishing it was Free rubbing his tension away.

He checked his watch. It was after six. Free had been off work over an hour. He wondered what he was doing down there in the office all by himself. Just when he picked up his phone to message him, he heard his boyfriend’s familiar tapping at his door, before it slowly eased open. Free’s eyes went to his empty desk.

“I’m over here.” Hart drew Free’s attention to the far side of his office. “Hey, baby.”

Free’s smile was brighter than he’d ever seen it. He was practically bouncing on his feet as he hurried over to him. He looked sexy in his blazer and tight jeans. “Where is everyone? Your office looks as deserted as mine.”

“Most of them went downstairs to the cafeteria, but Fox should be in his office. Carlos has gone home already.” Hart removed his reading glasses and tossed them onto the table. “C’mere. Why are you so happy?”

Free ignored him when he patted the cushion next to him, and instead went to his blinds and rotated them shut. Hart felt a thrill rush through him. He stretched his arms along the back of the sofa and asked, “What are you up to?”

“Just in a really good mood and would like a little smooch from my boyfriend, if that’s all right with you?” Free chuckled, moseying around Hart’s table and straddling his lap.

Just a smooch?

Hart held onto Free’s waist while he leaned in and kissed him. His tongue was probing, forceful, almost dominant. Hart groaned when Free gripped his wrist and pried his hands off his body and forced them down to his sides. Whoa! Hart broke off from the kiss, having to practically tear his mouth away.

“Damn, Len. What the hell has gotten into you?” Hart breathed, while Free took the kisses he wanted. Hart didn’t stop him. He had to admit he was loving this wild animal that’d taken over his boyfriend’s body. “Don’t stop.”

He knew better than to be doing this in his office, but he was helpless to end it. Besides, this was Free’s doing. “Grrrr,” Hart growled when Free tugged on his beard, forcing his mouth to him.

“Growl all you want,” Free snarled back. Hart’s hips jerked when Free yanked on his leather belt. His nimble fingers made quick work of it, then the button of his cargos.

Holy hell. Was he really about to let this happen here? Now? Where anyone could knock. It was unlikely they’d be interrupted, but…it was still risky. Hart rolled his head on the back of the couch, exposing his throat. He was helpless to fight this. What they were doing was fulfilling one big ass fantasy of his. Hart sucked in a quick breath at the feel of Free’s sharp teeth on his throat, his beard still in a strong clutch.

“Get your dick out. Now,” Free ordered. His voice was deep and commanding, and Hart fucking loved it. His strength was impressive, and Hart was quick to do as he was told. Sitting firmly on his groin, Free didn’t give his big hands much room to work, but he did his best. He had his zipper halfway down when Fox’s side door burst open.

“What the…! Fox, goddamn—”

Hart’s tirade was cut-off in his throat when he saw the urgency on Fox’s face. His gray eyes were wide as saucers and he moved as if he had no time to explain. He didn’t say a word, just shot through the office, almost leaping over his desk. His steps were all over the place and his arms flailed as if he was doing a Jack Sparrow impression. Hart was shocked when Fox practically yanked Free off his lap. His boyfriend yelped at being dragged backwards by his collar and shoved into Hart’s uniform closet. What the hell is going on? Hart stood in front of the couch feeling ridiculous with his belt and pants unbuttoned.