“Let you?” Tristan laughed, his head falling back slightly, allowing Peter to get better access to the sensitive skin there. “I beg you.” His hand ran down the man’s arm before nails began to dig into flesh. “I’m sure I can, if you’re as good as I think you are.” He stepped closer to leave no space between them, craving the contact. “Please, let’s go upstairs an’ finish this there.”
Some small part of Peter knew it was probably a bad idea to sleep with an employee, but he and Tristan had been dancing around each other for months and he was honestly tired of the game. HE gave a harder bite at the exposed neck, a low growling moan escaping him as the younger pressed closer to him. He reached around to slide his fingers just under the hem of the jeans before pulling away. “Then let’s go. There’s a bed with your name on it if you hurry up.” he promised, starting for the stairs that led to his apartment.
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