But his good idea grew into a great business filled with amazing people dedicated to protection, honesty, and justice. As a result, Ward Security was growing into something far bigger than Rowe ever dreamed, and he was struggling to meet everyone’s needs.
“And then there’s that damn shooting I can’t get out of my head. I don’t believe for a second that it was random. I don’t care what the cops say.”
Noah arched an eyebrow at him. “Then what shit have you been into that has followed you home?”
Rowe sat up and pointed at Noah. “I haven’t been into any Black Ops or secret shit in yea—” He caught himself at the last second and cleared his throat. He had his teeth clenched together so tightly that Noah could see the muscle jumping in his jaw. “It’s been a really fucking long time. What about you? The bastard shot at you.”
“And we both know that it doesn’t mean I was necessarily the target. The fact is, we don’t have any information to go off yet. It could be nothing or something.”
“That doesn’t help in the least.”
He had just the thing to help Rowe relax. Before pushing away from the door, Noah turned the little lock in the doorknob, keeping anyone from accidentally walking into the office when they didn’t want to be disturbed.
As he crossed the room, Rowe glared at him. “Go unlock the door. We can’t do this now.”
Noah stepped around the desk and placed one hand on Rowe’s chair, pushing him backward. “Do what?”
“No fucking around during business hours.”
“That’s never stopped us before. Think of it as a nooner.”
“It’s four in the afternoon.”
“Yeah, but a four-er doesn’t sound as good.”
Rowe cleared his throat like he was trying to keep from laughing and sat up a little in his chair. “I’m the boss, Noah. I’ve told them no fucking around in the office, and that goes for me too.”
Noah paused, eyes narrowed on Rowe for a second, before a wicked thought came to him. Bending down, he pulled open the bottom drawer of Rowe’s desk and started to dig around while still holding Rowe’s eyes. There was no missing the way his breathing ticked up just a little bit, and his lovely green eyes dilated. There was only one thing Noah would be looking for in that drawer.
“Noah,” Rowe said in a warning voice that had also become warm and husky.
He smiled when his fingers wrapped around the bottle of lube. He straightened and smiled at Rowe. “If you don’t want to relieve a little stress, then I’m going to go into your private bathroom and think about how good your cock is going to taste when I go down on you tonight.”
He strolled into the small private bathroom in Rowe’s office. He left the door open, listening for some sign that Rowe had moved. There was nothing for several seconds but the pounding of his own heart.
Reaching down, he unfastened his pants and shoved his hand inside to quickly stroke his dick. He’d gotten hard the moment he thought of kneeling in front of Rowe’s chair and sucking him down his throat, the office building still buzzing with employees all around them. Or Rowe ripping his pants off, bending him over the desk, and plunging deep in his ass.
They’d done that more than once in the office, but they’d always tried to limit it to after hours, when the place was empty. This was a business, and at least one of them needed to be responsible. Rowe just fucking scrambled his brain. He wanted to be sucked, fucked, filled, and then cuddled by his man all the time.
“Fuck,” Rowe snarled before he heard muffled footsteps across the carpet. When he appeared in the doorway, he was already unbuckling his belt and attacking the button and zipper on his jeans. “Get on your knees. You’re getting an early taste.”
Noah happily backed up a step and dropped to his knees, mentally thanking who the fuck ever put a little rug on the tile floor. Rowe slammed the door shut behind him and stepped up to Noah.
Grinning like a madman, Noah shoved Rowe’s hands away and attacked his pants, getting his hard cock free. A wonderful hint of musk and sweat hit his nose. Leaning forward, he buried his face in his crotch, breathing him in. God, he could just spend his day wrapped in this man’s scent.
“You missed,” Rowe growled. “I don’t know how you fucking missed, but you did.”
“I want to eat all of you up,” Noah murmured against his skin. He swiped his tongue slowly along the inside of his hip, enjoying the little shiver from Rowe, who promptly shut his mouth. He jerked Rowe’s pants down to his knees and licked lower, circling his dick. Rowe said nothing other than to moan softly, obviously enjoying every touch of Noah’s tongue. He loved that about Rowe. The man would just lie there and wallow in sensations whenever Noah wanted to explore his body. There was no tugging or demanding that he hurry up. He just reveled in the fact that Noah wanted—no, needed—to touch him.