Page 39 of Devil’s Kiss (Sunset Cove #2)

Bold as ever, Jordan leaned up on his elbows and placed a foot on either side of the chair’s armrests and heard Derek mutter, “Goddamn, Jordan.”

Jordan chuckled as he lay down so his back was flat on the desk, and then he reached for his cock.

Just as he wrapped his fist around himself, the warm, wet slide of Derek’s tongue over his balls had a moan escaping his throat.

He bucked his hips up for more, but Derek’s hands came up to hold him still. “Behave.”

Jordan scoffed. Yeah, like that word is even in my vocabulary. He thrust up again and felt the sharp nip of teeth on his thigh this time. “ Ow .”

“I told you to behave,” Derek said, and Jordan was about to tell him to watch it, but he’d already lowered his head again and was sucking on the skin of his sac, rendering him pretty much useless.

As Derek gave him a thorough tongue lashing, Jordan feverishly pumped his cock before he was hauled to the edge of the desk, and Derek stood to take his length between his lips to the back of his throat.

Jordan’s eyes closed and he clamped his teeth shut as he fucked Derek’s mouth like he’d never felt anything as good as those lips wrapped around him.

“Derek…” he said, close to losing it. He reached for the head bent down over him, and as he got his fingers tangled in the short strands, he tugged Derek’s face up so he could see him. “I want to feel your body against mine.”

Derek wasted no time as he whipped his shirt over his head, and the next thing Jordan heard was the sound of a zipper. Derek was over him a second later, lining their erections up, and suggesting, “Wrap a leg around me.”

Jordan did as instructed, and when their bodies came into full naked contact, Derek cursed. Jordan’s cock was pounding, and he could feel the throb of Derek’s as it slid back and forth against his in a hot-as-fuck slide that was about to make his body detonate.

Jordan squeezed his eyes shut as he wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck and rubbed himself over every hard surface he could get against. The fact that it was Derek’s cock and abdomen worked out perfectly, because nothing was more of a turn-on to him than the guy who he was about to come all over.

“Demanding. That’s what you are,” Derek told Jordan as he kissed and sucked his jaw and the two of them thrust against one another.

“High maintenance, demanding, and insatiable. All the fucking time. And I love that about you. Fuck yes, I do. So get used to it. Now, come for me like you told me you would. Pressed against me, just like this.”

Oh God, it was all too much. The words, the raspy growl coming from Derek every time they moved against each other, and that body. Shit…

Jordan brought a hand to the back of Derek’s neck and hauled him down so he could take his mouth in a kiss as hot and filthy as what was taking place farther down. Then he slid his lips to Derek’s ear and whispered, “If this is what you do on your first dates, I can’t wait to go on our second.”

He wasn’t sure what it said about the two of them that that was the catalyst that made them both come. But his words, which were seemingly innocent, had Derek’s fingers flexing and the two of them exploding in a hot mess of sticky fluid.

Christ . Nothing felt as good as when he was with Derek. Not one fucking thing. Jordan could feel Derek’s chest rise and fall against his own where they lay sprawled on the office desk, and he started to laugh.

“Guess you really do like the idea of dating me,” Derek said.

“I guess so, smartass,” Jordan said, and shoved Derek away from him.

“This wasn’t really a date, though,” Derek said as he moved off him and pulled his shorts back into place.

Jordan sat up to get off the table, but Derek stepped back up between his legs and took his face in his hands to kiss his mouth. “I meant what I said. I want to go out with you. In public.”

Jordan nodded. “I know. Believe it or not, I actually came here tonight just to be with you. I even brought food…and wine. You just jumped me before I had a chance to offer it.”

“Yes. I can see that you put up a real struggle.”

“Hey, I’m just telling you the facts.”

Derek let him go and handed him a box of tissues. Once he was all cleaned up and Jordan had finished putting his own clothes back in order, Derek wandered over to the door and switched the lights back on. The both of them squinted, and once their eyes adjusted, Jordan flicked his to the desk.

“I have to say, Mr. Pearson. You may have just changed my mind about two things.”

Derek slipped his hands into his pockets and waited.

“I think I have a newfound appreciation for one-on-one spot training and being flat on my back. Bravo. It’s not every day someone can change my mind.”

Derek chuckled and Jordan’s heart swelled. It had been too long since they’d actually enjoyed each other’s company.

“So, I’ll, umm…call you?” When Jordan stuttered over his words, Derek’s chuckle turned into full-on laughter.

“You have no clue what the hell you’re doing, do you?”

“Um, no. Not really.”

Derek walked across the office to where Jordan was standing, and when he didn’t stop, Jordan backed up until he hit the door.

“That’s kind of endearing.”

“How lovely,” Jordan deadpanned. “One thing I do know is: I never want to catch you at some club with another guy again. Got it?”

“I was never with him,” Derek clarified, and brushed their lips together. “When are you going to get it? You are the one I call. You are the one I want. And it’s about time we explored that for real. Don’t you think?”

Jordan crossed his arms over his chest, irrationally annoyed about that night at Boyz all over again. “I already said yes, didn’t I?”

Derek’s lips pulled tight—he was trying to restrain a smirk, no doubt. “You’re jealous.”

“Am not.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“Ugh,” Jordan huffed, and tried to shove Derek away. “Why would I be jealous? I just came all over you. I believe in some cultures, and definitely in the animal world, that makes you mine.”

“And don’t forget,” Derek said boldly, holding Jordan’s gaze, “your cock fits my ass like it was designed for it. So yeah, pretty sure that makes me yours. Just time to make it more…public.”

“There’s that word again.”

“You’re right. In a sense, it’s all about that other word you love so much. Respect, Jordan. It’s time that I had yours.”

Jordan took a step forward and cupped Derek’s face. It was important that it was understood he was telling the truth when he said, “I do respect you.”

My, how the tables had turned on that particular conversation.

“Maybe,” Derek said, and wrapped his fingers gently around Jordan’s wrists, before lowering them to his sides. “But it’s time to show me. Starting with date two.”