Page 38 of Devil’s Kiss (Sunset Cove #2)

D EREK WAS EXHAUSTED. He’d been at work since six that morning and it was just now coming up on eight in the evening.

He still couldn’t believe he’d done what Jordan had asked, but he had. He’d shut down the gym half an hour ago and was halfway through closing out the books when there was a knock on his office door.

The sun had now set, and the only lights that could be seen outside his office windows were the lamps lining the path that ran along the beach.

There were couples out for evening strolls, and joggers taking advantage of the sun’s absence to get in a few miles without the risk of heat stroke.

The calmness the night brought was peaceful and relaxing, and it was a welcome feeling after the hectic day he’d put in.

He knew the knocker had to be Jordan. He’d told him to come around the back and he would see a light on.

But before Derek got a chance to tell him to come in, the door opened and Jordan stepped inside, dressed for a night at the gym.

Red gym shorts and a black tank suited Jordan’s toned body to perfection.

Long, lean, and limber, Jordan had proven many times over that just because he didn’t have the bulk and height that Derek possessed, he could still keep up with him for hours at a time in bed.

His chestnut-colored hair was all the fuck over the place, and his eyes held a fire that sparked a kindred flame within Derek.

He looked ramped up, and Derek knew the feeling. He was on edge with his own unfulfilled desire. Not that he was about to let Jordan know that. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands over his stomach.

Play it cool, he told himself. Play. It. Cool.

“Evening, Devaney.”

Jordan ran his eyes over him, and when the corner of his lips tugged into an arrogant smirk, Derek felt his dick come to life. Fucking traitor.

“Devaney tonight, am I? You haven’t used that for a while. If I remember correctly,” Jordan said as he placed his gym bag on the ground and walked toward the desk, “you used to call me that to keep me neatly tucked away in the professor box. Did you not?”

Derek got to his feet and rounded the desk until he was towering over Jordan, but as always, the guy didn’t back up or budge. Instead, he faced off with him in a way that never failed to get Derek hot and really fucking bothered.

“I did.”

Jordan ran his tongue along his top teeth, then flashed the most provocative grin Derek had seen in his life.

“How’s that working for you tonight?”

Yeah, it wasn’t, and Jordan knew it. He was playing to every single weakness he knew Derek had.

Bossy. Daring. And seductive as hell. He was in full-on sex pistol mode, and Derek knew he would be doing whatever the guy wanted by the end of this conversation.

While he tried to locate his tongue, Derek decided it would be wise to put a little distance between them, and sat back down behind his desk. He rolled his chair under it, but if he thought for one second that would stop the man stalking him—he was sorely mistaken.

Jordan’s fingertips trailed the top of the wood as he walked around the edge of the desk and stopped beside it. He then hitched himself up onto it and leaned back to kick his leg in an impressive arc over Derek’s head, before sliding directly between his legs.

“Are you running away from me?” he asked.

“No.”

Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

Derek grinned at that shameless man eyeing him like his favorite meal, and shook his head. “No.”

“Finally. An honest answer.” Jordan ran a finger down his jaw to his chin, and when Derek caught his wrist, halting any further touching, he pouted. “Is that any way to treat your date? By manhandling him?”

“You wish.” Derek chuckled, and by the way Jordan’s eyes darkened, he knew he was right on the money.

Before this went any further, though, before he willingly capitulated, there was something he needed to say, and it had to be now before he lost the ability to speak at all. “Don’t do this to me if you’re just here to fuck around.”

Jordan sucked his lower lip behind his teeth, and when it jutted back out, shiny and wet, Derek had a sudden urge to taste that mouth on his, consequences be damned.

“Oh, I mean it,” Jordan said. “You see, I had kind of an epiphany of sorts.”

“Did you?”

“Yes, I did.”

“And what was that?”

“I want to wake up with you,” Jordan said, as he traced his thumb across Derek’s lower lip. Then he gave a lecherous grin and said, “After I’ve taken you to dinner, brought you back to my place, kissed and licked every bit of ink on your delicious body, and had my wicked way with you, of course.”

Jesus, how am I supposed to say no to that?

“That was my epiphany.”

With Jordan’s wrist still restrained, Derek got to his feet with enough force that the office chair rolled away from him. He yanked Jordan forward so his ass was right on the edge of the desk and his head was craned back to look at him.

“So you really want to date me?” he asked.

Jordan’s eyes dilated and he spread his legs apart. Derek took the invitation and moved in between them, cupping the erection now evident in Jordan’s gym shorts.

“Yes,” Jordan said. “I really want to date you. Among other things.” He dropped his eyes to Derek’s lips.

Fucking tease.

“I meant in public, Jordan. Because you made me shut this place down tonight, and?—”

“Shh…” Jordan whispered, and brought a finger to his lips. “That’s what I meant too. I just thought tonight being that it’s our first time?—”

Derek scoffed.

“—we should make it a private matter. But if you want an audience, that’s really up to you. I’ve always been a little bit daring at heart.”

“A little bit?”

“Okay, a lot.”

Derek then lowered his head to whisper directly against Jordan’s lips, “Good. Then you won’t have any objections when I tell you I’m about to suck your dick right here, with the windows open.”

When Jordan brought his own hand around to press Derek’s harder against his cock, his eyes shut. “Not even one.”

God , he was everything Derek had always wanted, and there was no way he was going to let him get away tonight.

SHIT. I DIDN’T come here just for this, Jordan thought, as Derek pushed him back onto his desk and moved his hands to the elastic of his gym shorts.

A triumphant smile curved Derek’s lips, and somewhere in the back of Jordan’s mind he thought, Please, like I’m gonna stop him.

I’ve wanted this since he left last night.

Sure, it hadn’t been his original goal when he drove over there.

He’d actually come armed with a bottle of wine and food and was really going to have a date with the guy.

But hey, if Derek wanted to go this route first, then Jordan was more than happy to accommodate him.

When he’d walked into Derek’s office and seen him sitting behind his desk in his tight white polo shirt that hugged his body like a second skin, Jordan had to find a way to get his hands and mouth on him as soon as possible. But it seemed for now the tables had turned.

Jordan arched his head back on the desk, eyeing the open windows, and heard Derek’s chuckle.

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous. I won’t believe it for a fucking second.”

He wasn’t nervous, just curious how much of their performance might be witnessed by wandering eyes. Jordan then turned his head back in time to see Derek’s reaction to what he’d worn specifically for his gym date that evening.

“Oh fuck. Jordan…” Derek said as he touched the cotton that was barely concealing his excited cock. “You dressed for the occasion.”

Jordan pumped his hips up off the desk and slipped his fingers inside the elastic of his purple jockstrap. “You know me. I always try and dress accordingly.”

Derek swatted his hands away and then slowly drew the underwear down until it was beneath his balls.

“Liar. You don’t dress for anyone but yourself.

It’s one of the things I love most about you.

But I have to say, this… this is all for me.

When you pulled this on tonight, all you were thinking about was how hard it would make me. ”

Shit, Derek was going to make him come if he kept talking like that. Then he circled his fingers around the base of him and gave a strong tug of Jordan’s flesh, making him groan. “Goddamn, Derek. Turn the fucking light off.”

Derek smirked, and it made Jordan want to kiss it right off his face.

“But if I do that I can’t see what I’m doing.”

“If you can’t find it in the dark, then we’re having problems.”

“Always a bossy know-it-all,” Derek said, and then before Jordan could respond, Derek crushed his mouth over the top of his.

Jordan’s lips parted for him, as always.

Never would he think to deny Derek access to any part of him.

Over the years their connection had changed and grown, but it always held that undercurrent of give and take that each of them coveted from the other.

Jordan bowed up off the desk, greedy for Derek’s taste as his tongue sampled him, dipping inside over and over again.

Then Derek pulled back and told him, “Wait here.”

Jordan tracked Derek across the office to the door, where he double-checked it was locked, and then flipped the light switch, plunging the room into darkness.

Yes… I can work with this.

The night breeze was blowing through the windows, and, not one to waste a second when it came to getting what he wanted, Jordan kicked his sneakers off and raised his hips, shoving the rest of his clothes down and ridding himself of his socks as Derek came back around to loom over him.

God, the guy is built. It was one of the things Jordan loved most about him. His height, his muscles, and the grace with which he moved. There were no questions about it—Derek was a beautiful man.

Once Jordan’s eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw that Derek had pulled his chair back to the desk and taken a seat, putting himself eye level with every vulnerable part of Jordan.