Page 103 of Chasing After You

I gripped the doorknob.

Then turned it.

The office was exactly how I remembered—leather chairs, heavy drapes, walls lined with law books and photos of him shaking hands with judges and donors. The desk was still the same dark wood, still standing like it hadn’t once been an onlooker in a violent scuffle.

And there, near the corner where it all happened, was a faint discoloration in the hardwood. Almost invisible unless you were looking for it.

But I was.

“We’re going to reclaim this room for ourselves,” I announced, walking further in.

“I don’t get it.” Josh followed me obediently, glancing around the room like Daniel’s ghost might appear and scold him.

I reached out and picked up a crystal paperweight from the desk, tossing it lightly in one hand before setting it back down. “Take off your clothes, angel.”

Josh froze. “H-here?”

I sighed happily, leaning back against the edge of the desk. “Mhm.” I raked my gaze over his muscular body. “Strip for me,big brother.”

He was quiet for a few moments, staring down at his feet. Just as I was about to open my mouth and attempt to convince him, he tugged his hoodie off over his head, leaving his golden hair messy.

“We’re going to have sex in his office,” he stated, pulling off the rest of his clothing piece by piece.

“Yes, we are.”

As he stepped out of his pants, he somewhat excitedly added, “Where he tried to kill you for being gay.”

I grinned, delighted that he was into it. “That’s right.”

“Where I…”

I jumped in, “Where yousaved me.”

He bent over to slide off his underwear, giving me a downright sinful look as he straightened back up with his flushed cock jutting up towards his abdomen.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” I said, letting my fingertips trail along the desktop as I walked around to the other side and sat in my father’s old leather chair. “Get up on the desk, Josh. Spread your legs and let me admire my property.”

He stifled a moan and walked to the desk. As he lifted a knee onto the dark desktop, his eyes darted to meet mine, as if to confirm what I wanted.

“I want your ass on the desk, angel.” He exhaled and climbed up. “Good. Such a good sub for me. Now, bring your ass right to the edge—yes, just like that. Good, now raise your knees, spread those legs, and plant your feet.”

“Like—like this?” he asked, panting heavily, his face flushed.

I took in the stunning picture he made. He was leaning back on his elbows, legs spread as far as he could manage, completely exposed to me.

His hole clenched under my attention, beckoning me.

Josh whined, reminding me of his question.

“Yes, just like that, angel,” I breathed. “My angel.”

God, he was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.

The body of a Greek god, chiseled and honed to perfection, sun-drenched skin, those generously expressive eyes that were as green as a forest.

He was the antithesis of power and surrender.

A delicate soul in the body of a lion.