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Boone was in the meeting of another verbal spanking when his office door opened, and Payton slipped inside with a wink and a smirk. Boone couldn’t look away from the car accident of a meeting unfolding before him, so he simply wiggled a finger in Payton’s direction. That seemed to temporarily appease his little monster.

Several members of the board had joined the call. Edgar O’Malley, acting head of the CIA. Eugene Holiday, who now headed up the Department of Defense. Representative Patton of the House Oversight Committee, and Admiral Hoffman, who…did something with military cyber warfare. To be honest, Boone had stopped listening. There were too many of them to keep track, and it seemed he met with a new group each day.

The board had been droning on about the incident with Suri for over an hour, with no end in sight despite this being the fourth meeting on the issue in three weeks. It was bleeding into his lunch hour with Payton, which his little monster would not like.

“There are concerns—legitimate ones—about the program’s security,” Admiral Hoffman was saying. “You don’t appear to be taking this seriously enough. Perhaps we need to find someone else to run this program? Someone who has their priorities straight.”

“Hold on just a moment,” Boone said, giving the group a tight smile before muting his mic. “I don’t think I can do lunch today.”

Payton raised a brow, jaw jutting forward and eyes full of challenge. For a moment, Boone thought he might storm off, but then he remembered that wasn’t his style. Instead, he held Boone’s gaze as he turned the lock on Boone’s office door.

“I’m not leaving. They’re encroaching on my time, and my time is sacrosanct.”

All Boone wanted was to hang up on these morons and cuddle his boyfriend, but that wasn’t happening soon.

“I really can’t get out of this meeting, Payton,” Boone said, giving him a pleading look.

“Aww,” Payton said, tone mocking, before he pointed to the couch on the far wall directly across from Boone’s desk. “That’s okay. I’ll wait right here.”

There was no way Boone could have an intelligent conversation about anything with Payton distracting him.

“Payton…please, leave,” Boone groaned.

“No.” Payton made a point of shrugging out of his uniform jacket and hanging it up before crossing to the couch and sitting, long legs curled beneath him. “You might as well get back to your meeting, Daddy.”

Boone huffed out a breath through his nose, and then turned back to the geriatric politicians currently glaring daggers at him. “Sorry about that. There was an issue with a student. You were saying?”

“Are you going to answer my question?” Admiral Hoffman asked.

Boone frowned. “Did you ask a question? I thought it was more of a statement. Well, a threat, really. One I’ve heard pretty much monthly since the program started.”

Payton snorted. Boone widened his eyes in silent warning, but Payton was on his phone, pretending he wasn’t listening to every word.

Chairman O’Malley leaned closer like he wanted to jump through the screen and strangle Boone. His hands fisted on the table in front of him.“Explain to me how a double agent in your facility was selling classified information right under your nose.”

“As I stated last week and the week before that and the week before that,” Boone began, “Suri was not selling secrets. She was being blackmailed by Marshall Kendrick into acting as a liaison between the buyer and himself. Kendrick—if you’ll recall—is the man you insisted have complete and total access to every part of our facility. A man who stole several servers from right under your nose. If you want to blame anyone, maybe now is a time for self-reflection, gentlemen.”

Boone’s phone blipped.

Payton

You’re so sexy when you’re headmastering.

Boone bit back a laugh.

Boone

That is not a word.

“Don’t deflect,” O’Malley said.

Boone sighed, then pinched his brow. “We’ve contained the breach. Suri’s backdoor access has been closed. We’ve overhauled the firewall system, locked all access points, and triple-fortified internal protocols. Any entry now requires biometric, verbal, and location-based authentication at all major checkpoints.”

“And the servers?” Patton asked.

“That’s all on you. We still haven’t even figured out how to enter the room,” Boone answered.

His phone blooped once more. He considered ignoring it, but if Boone had learned anything in the three weeks since Suri’s death, it was that Payton didn’t get mad; he got even. Boone couldn’t afford for Payton to enact a revenge scheme at the moment.

Payton

Let’s play a game, Daddy.

Boone’s gaze flicked to the couch. Payton held his phone in one hand but was deftly unbuttoning his shirt with the other.

Fuck.

Boone

I’m on a Zoom call with an admiral, the head of the CIA, the Secretary of Defense, and a representative from the House Oversight Committee. Behave.

Payton ignored his warning, separating his shirt, giving Boone a view of his lithe body and the ink covering his chest and abdomen. He followed Payton’s fingers as he trailed them down his body to his belt.

Boone

Payton

Payton slowly undid his buckle as he glanced down at his phone sitting next to him. Instead of texting, Payton gave him a look that screamed, “What?”

Boone

Think carefully about how you want to proceed with this game.

Payton

I love playing games with you, Daddy. You always let me win.

“You’re aware this breach triggered a chain reaction of classified data exposure?” Hoffman asked.

“That’s what they tell me,” Boone muttered, already uncomfortably hard as Payton made a show of canting his hips as he tugged down the fabric.

His cock sprang free, slapping against his belly, the sound gunshot loud in the silence. Payton didn’t remove his pants, just pushed them to his knees before wrapping his hand around himself, playing with his leaking tip as he looked at Boone.

He wasn’t wearing underwear. He’d gone to class not wearing underwear. Boone closed his eyes and prayed for patience…or a meteor to hit the White House.

“This isn’t a joke,” O’Malley growled. “Shall we address the elephant in the room?”

Anything to get this meeting over with faster. “Which would be?”

Payton smeared pre-cum around the head of his cock, slowly stroking himself as Boone fought for his life. He looked incredible, lips parted, his head tilted back, gazing at Boone from beneath hooded lids.

Boone reached down to subtly adjust himself. Payton smirked. Boone had no idea how Payton had this effect on him. He called Boone Daddy every chance he got, but it was Boone who was a slave to Payton’s every desire. And he had many. Boone was sure if Payton could hang off Boone’s cock twenty-four seven, he would.

Boone could give up going to the gym with the cardio he got in just trying to keep Payton satisfied. Yesterday, they’d fucked in the shower before classes and again in Boone’s office after lunch. That didn’t stop Payton from dropping to his knees to service Boone in the kitchen, or from him begging Boone to bend him over the back of the couch less than an hour later.

It was clear Payton had come to his office with an agenda. No underwear—did that mean he’d prepped himself in advance? The thought of Payton in the shower, stuffing himself with four fingers while he pretended it was Boone, had Boone’s cock drooling.

“When Park Chen started seeing a student, we made an exception since they were involved before the program began,” Hoffman said.

That was a lie, but it had appeased the board at the time.

“Now, we’re being told that you are also in a relationship with a student.” Boone gave the camera a flat look. When he said nothing, the man shouted, “Well?”

“Well, what? You keep shouting statements at me like they’re questions. If you know I’m in a relationship with Payton Skinner, why do you keep referring to it as a question?”

“Do you really think it’s appropriate for the head of the school to date an asset half his age?” Holiday asked.

Payton gave a soft moan that had Boone biting back a growl.

“Boone!”

Boone shifted his gaze back to Holiday. “I’m going to be frank with you, Senator. I don’t think anyone caught in a hotel with an eighteen-year-old intern has any right to lecture me about what’s appropriate. At least my boyfriend is old enough to drink legally.”

“Now, listen here—” he sputtered.

“No, you listen. I’ve answered your questions on numerous occasions. My answers haven’t changed. If you don’t feel like I can do the job, replace me. However, keep in mind that this entire chain of events—barring my love life, of course—was triggered because you and your board strong-armed Thomas Mulvaney and Molly Shepherd into accepting Kendrick despite their many concerns. So, again, maybe do some self-reflecting.”

“Boone—” O’Malley barked.

“Gentlemen, if you have no new questions, I have a pressing matter I really need to take care of. Have a great day…or don’t. I really don’t give a shit.”

He disconnected the call before they could say much else, then closed his laptop so there was nothing more blocking his view of Payton pleasuring himself on his office couch.

“All done, Daddy?” he panted, playing with his nipple as he stroked himself faster.

“Yep,” he drawled. “Why don’t you slide those pants off and come climb into my lap here? I’ve got something for you.”

“Like a present?” Payton asked, hand sliding down his torso then back up again.

“Why don’t you come find out?”

“I don’t know,” Payton taunted breathlessly as he bit his lip, teasing the head of his cock again. “I’m so close already. Maybe I should take care of it myself. You kept me waiting so long.”

Boone’s cock pressed painfully in his pants. He set his jaw, giving Payton a hard stare. “Oh, that’s my mistake,” Boone rasped. “I made that sound like a question, didn’t I? Take off your pants and come here. Now.”

Payton smirked, bringing both feet onto the couch and letting his knees fall open, giving Boone an unobstructed view as his fingers grazed over his pretty pink hole, dipping a finger inside. “Or what? You’ll fail me?”

Boone grabbed his cock through his pants and squeezed, just to relieve a little pressure. The little tease wanted to play? Fine.

“You wanna role play, little monster?” Boone asked. “We can, but remember, there’s an actual paddle in my desk now. Just for you. You sure you want to sit through afternoon classes with a sore ass?”

“Let’s be honest. My ass will be sore regardless. Your cock is huge.”

“Get over here. Now.”

Boone freed his cock as Payton reluctantly stopped touching himself, making a show of standing and ridding himself of all but his uniform shirt. This time, it was Boone who stroked himself as he watched Payton saunter across the room slowly.

Once Payton was within reach, Boone couldn’t stop himself from running his hands along his chest, thumbing over the stiff peaks of his brown nipples and tugging slightly, loving the way Payton’s cock drooled at his touch. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward and taking him into his mouth, sucking the salty fluid from the tip before sitting back and stroking himself, staring up at Payton expectantly.

Payton opened Boone’s top drawer, grabbing the lube, flicking the bottle open and drizzling it over Boone’s length like he was pouring honey into his tea. He groaned as Payton’s long fingers closed around him, squeezing him in a way that had heat flaring through him like a flash-fire.

God, his touch always turned Boone into a drooling mess. He really was a slave to this creature. Maybe Payton really was a succubus, sent straight from hell to turn Boone to a life of sin. He would happily burn for Payton, for the chance to touch him, feel the heat of his body wrapped around him. Yeah, he’d damn himself for Payton with a smile on his face.

When Payton placed his bare foot next to Boone’s hip, he arched a brow. Payton gripped the back of the chair, then climbed on, placing the other on the opposite side, straddling him, hovering above him almost menacingly.

“Fuck, you really do have a monster cock,” he gasped, already sounding a little out of breath from holding himself up as he was. “Put it in me, Daddy?” he simpered.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last five minutes if you keep looking at me and saying those things,” Boone muttered.

He stroked himself, spreading the lube, then positioned the head of his throbbing cock right against Payton’s hole. “You didn’t prep yourself?”

Payton gave him a cheeky look. “You didn’t tell me to.”

“Payton…”

He didn’t wait to hear what Boone had to say, letting gravity do the work, forcing Boone’s cock past the tight ring of muscle even as he whimpered. Pleasure lanced through Boone, a low groan escaping. He was so fucking tight around him, almost painfully so. Fuck.

Boone’s gaze caught Payton’s, and he watched the various reactions play out over his face. He was already starting to sweat. Was it from the pain?

When Payton noticed his look of concern, he smiled. “It’s alright. You know I like when it hurts. Just let me use you. Please, Daddy?”

Boone bit back a growl, his hands finding Payton’s hips as he bottomed out. Payton pitched forward, slanting his mouth over Boone’s in a greedy kiss that had his fingers tightening where they held him until he was sure there would be bruises tomorrow.

Payton’s kiss was filthy, and the hunger between them was feral, consuming them as he fucked his tongue into Boone’s mouth, sliding his hands from the chair to tangle in his silver hair as he started to rise up only to drop back down, both of them making helpless sounds.

“God, you feel incredible,” Boone managed, hands slipping lower, spreading Payton’s cheeks so he could drive up into his tight heat every time he dropped down, bottoming out. They easily found a rhythm, the only sounds their panting, the squelch of the lube, and the squeak of hinges on Boone’s chair working overtime.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this all day,” Payton whispered into his mouth, moving a little faster now that Boone was helping.

“It’s only noon,” Boone teased, then sucked on the younger boy’s tongue.

“I don’t care. I love your cock so much. I love you so much. You have no idea how good it feels every time you fill me up. You’re so deep inside me right now. I swear I can feel you in my stomach.”

Heat flared through Boone’s whole body, his cock throbbing inside Payton at his words. “Christ, your mouth is going to be the death of me.”

Payton was whining, bouncing on his cock, clearly doing everything he could to make Boone come first.

“Does it feel good, Daddy?” he panted.

“You know it does, you little monster. You were made to take my cock. Just mine. Your greedy little hole just sucks me in, made to be fucked night and day, can’t live without my cock splitting you open…willing to get me fired just to have me fucking my load into you,” he muttered, the pleasure of Payton sucking him in sending him hurtling towards his own release.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Payton chanted. “You always feel so good. I want you to fuck your cum into me. Breed me. Fill me up so much it’s dripping out of me for the rest of the day.”

Boone stopped Payton from moving, earning a frustrated whine before he took over, driving up into him hard and fast, chasing his own pleasure as much as he was Payton’s. He knew just how he liked it, knew just how he needed to fuck him to have Payton crying out every time Boone drove into him. “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight around me. My own personal cocksleeve. Gonna fill you up so good.”

“Please. Yes. Can I touch myself?”

“Yeah, touch yourself. But you better come before I do. I want to feel you clenching on my cock,” he growled, driving into him harder as he wrapped a hand around his rapidly leaking cock.

Payton stroked himself desperately, head thrown back, panting breaths puffing against Boone’s cheek. “I’m close. I’m close. I’m so fucking…oh, fuck…oh, fuck…I’m gonna come. I’m…I’m gonna…”

He cried out, spilling over his own fist, painting both their bellies white. The feel of Payton’s tight hole spasming around him was enough to have Boone tipping over the edge as well. He dragged Payton down and ground his hips against him even as he held him open. He wanted to breed him, wanted to force his cum as deep as possible, marking him from the inside.

He came with a hoarse shout, his cock pulsing as he released deep within him.

Payton was breathing hard as he dropped his head to his shoulder.

“You okay?” Boone asked, tugging him back so he could look at him.

Payton gave him a lazy smile, watching him with sleepy eyes. “I’m awesome. You will be giving me a massage later ‘cause that was hard work. This position is uncomfortable.”

Boone let Payton stand, thighs trembling, as he reached into his desk and grabbed the wet wipes he’d stocked in there for just such occasions. He cleaned them both up, then tucked himself back into his pants before gathering Payton into his arms, letting him lie across his lap.

For a while, they just sat there in comfortable silence, catching their breaths, Payton’s head resting on Boone’s shoulder.

“Why don’t you skip class for the rest of the day and go rest?” Boone said, kissing the top of his head.

“Are you telling me to play hooky, Headmaster Boone?” Payton teased softly.

“It’s not like the classes matter to you. You don’t intend to join the CIA when this is over, anyway.”

Payton had made it clear after the Suri incident that he would never trust their government. Ever. He said he wanted to finish the program, and then he would…figure something out. He said he’d stay in Vegas and Boone could continue to work there, but Boone had no interest in this place once Payton was gone. The Suri thing had disillusioned him as well.

How many innocent people had he killed? The thought haunted him sometimes. Payton said he had a plan—well, an idea. Something he wanted to discuss with Thomas and only Thomas. He told Boone he’d tell him everything once he’d put together a proposal so he could help tweak it a little.

Boone felt they were both just meant for something other than government work. Payton had already told Gift, who’d seemed relieved. He had yet to tell any of the others. Remi had been quiet since he’d killed Suri, isolating himself in his room for everything but classes. Payton and the rest of Peregrine pod had been bringing him food. If they didn’t, he just wouldn’t eat.

He’d cut Drake out of his circle completely. Boone had offered to pair him with a new asset, but Remi just asked for some time, and that was the least Boone could give him.

Other than that, things seemed to be finally returning to normal. Well, as normal as things got around there.

“Will you skip with me for the rest of the day?” Payton asked. “Now that you got your daily ass-chewing.”

“Sounds so much kinkier when you say it,” Boone teased, threading their fingers together.

“It could be. You know how much I love my mouth on your ass.”

“My ass loves your mouth,” he joked. “I should finish this fucking report, but maybe I’ll just work on it after dinner.”

“Yeah, you should do that. What should we have for dinner?”

Payton’s phone blooped, indicating a message. He seemed content to ignore it until Boone’s phone pinged, too.

Payton made a face. “I don’t want to look. Let’s just go home.”

It was on the tip of Boone’s tongue to agree when his phone rang. It was Archer. He pressed the button and hit the speaker button. “What’s up? I was just about to leave for the day.”

“Check your email. Now.”

“What? Why?”

“Just do it. This shit isn’t over.”

Boone toggled to his email, leaving Archer to listen as he did. Boone’s heart fell into his shoes as he saw the email address. He opened it, breaths coming faster when he saw the video attachment. He looked at Payton, who gave a stilted nod. Boone hit play, flinching when Lady Watchtower appeared.

“Greetings, my little deviants. Did you miss me?”

Payton gasped, then muttered, “What the fuck?”

What the fuck, indeed.

He was really getting too old for this shit.

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