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popped off. Then his fingers were on Samuel's nipples, skin on skin, the heat of them making Jarrod gasp. Oh, fuck, the man felt good.
    Samuel tried to argue, but the murmurs turned to moans, to husky little sounds that were almost as good as he'd gotten this morning. He opened Samuel's shirt the rest of the way, and stroked his fingers over the rippled belly. Samuel worked out and it showed. The man was toned, gorgeous.
    Mouth breaking away, he slid his lips over Samuel's jaw, moved down over the long neck. Oh, he wanted to leave a mark. So very fucking badly. He found a spot at the base of Samuel's neck that would be hidden beneath the man's shirt collar and scraped his teeth over it.
    "Fuck." Samuel shuddered, head shaking, the scent of pure need filling the air.
    He nodded. Oh yeah, fucking was definitely on the menu.
    He slid his hand over the front of Samuel's pants, squeezing the hard prick through the material. So damned hot and hard and all for him.
    His tongue stroked over Samuel's skin, his lips latching on to suck the blood up close to the surface. He pushed them back, got Samuel's ass on his own desk. Jarrod got a gasp for his troubles, that tender butt shifting. He loved that, loved having this strong, powerful man succumbing to his touches, to the need that zinged between them.
    He left the mark he'd drawn up with a last lick to return to Samuel's swollen lips.
    "This is fucking unprofessional." Samuel bit his lips, made his hips jerk.
    "Mm...fucking." He licked Samuel's lips and then returned the bite, rubbing against Samuel's belly. Shit, he wanted to do that uncovered, feel the beautiful muscles against his cock. "Undo my pants."
    "We're not doing this." Samuel shook him, just a little. "This is insane."
    "Insanity never felt so good though, did it?" He chuckled, let his hand cup Samuel's cock, palm pushing hard.
    "No. God, no." Sammy's head fell back, throat working.
    He kept kneading Sammy's package--so fucking hot and hard behind the fancy wool-blend. "No. So just go with it." Leaning in, he bit at Samuel's collarbone, making another mark to balance the first.
    "I can't." He didn't laugh, because Samuel was telling the truth. The man couldn't. That's why Sammy needed this, so he had to.
    Jarrod worked his belt open with one hand and tugged down his zipper, letting his cock push out. It pressed against Sammy's belly and, oh fuck, yeah, that's what he wanted. Sammy's skin was hot and good. "You're gonna suck me," he told Samuel.
    "How do you know? What if I bite?"
    "Like this?" He closed his teeth around Samuel's nipple, letting them snap over the skin before his tongue licked and soothed the hurt.
    Samuel's cry echoed, just rolling through the office, fucking sweet.
    Yeah, he knew what the man needed. He bit again, mouth sliding over to nibble at the other nipple, touch more gentle on this one. Samuel's skin was soft and sweet under his tongue, with a sharp, salty aftertaste. So good.
    The heat between them grew, Samuel arched back, and Jarrod focused on those tiny bits of skin and his teeth. His hands dragged down over Samuel's sides, thumbs pushing beneath the belted waistband to search out Samuel's hips. Growling a little at the restriction of movement, he tugged open Samuel's belt and got the man's pants open. Samuel's cock pushed right out, slapping against his belly.
    "I'll show you how it's done." He'd give Samuel a little treat, but not let him come, not until Jarrod had his first.
    He dropped slowly to his knees, making sure Samuel's prick slid all along his chest. It got caught under his chin and he grinned, turned his head back and forth so that the tip rasped against his five o'clock shadow.
    "Fuck." Samuel scooted away, then moaned as that heated ass slid on the desktop.
    "Oh, patience, Samuel. We'll get to the fucking." Grinning, he licked at the tip, pointed his tongue and pushed it into Samuel's slit.
    Oh, shit, that got him a reaction, didn't it? Eyes huge, mouth open, bitter fluid slipping