“Why not?” Jonah said. “It’s fairly simple. I enjoyed your company the other night and ninety percent of it wasn’t fucking. Why wouldn’t I want to do that again?”
“I have answers to that question, but I am stuck on your division of our time together. We were at your parents’ ball for four and a half hours. I left your apartment at five o’clock the next morning. Explain to me how the time we spent there equates to a figure of ten percent.”
It was a demand, not a question. Jonah almost laughed, but Sacha’s expression stopped him, and he rolled his eyes instead. “I was making a point, not doing specific mathematics.”
“Be specific. Don’t make statements that are not true.”
“Okay.Specifically, I want to have a drink with you. And I want to have sex with you again. I don’t care what particular combination that comes in and I don’t care what you call it. Oh, and I like that you feel safe with me. You should. I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
“I am not worried about you hurting me.”
“Then whatspecificallydo you feel safe from when you’re with me?”
Sacha grinned a little. “Nothing…specific.It was a feeling and I voiced it. It doesn’t have to be tangible.”
“It does if we’re fucking. Where’s the fun if you don’t feel it?”
“You’ll feel it.”
“What about you?”
Sacha rolled Jonah’s desk chair again, bringing himself closer. For a moment, he looked as though he might stretch up and kiss Jonah. Then he reached for Jonah’s belt buckle and began to undo it. “I feel plenty or I would not want to do this again.”
A flashback to last Friday bulldozed into Jonah’s brain. Sacha’s hands on his cock, and then his mouth as he’d held Jonah against the kitchen counter, the contents of Jonah’s fridge spread out around them. He’d sucked Jonah until he was hard again, then spun him around and fucked him a second time, fast and sharp, jackhammering into Jonah until he’d shouted his release loud enough for the neighbouring apartment block to hear him. He shivered, and it took every ounce of willpower to still Sacha’s hands. “Stop. We can’t do this here.”
“Why not?”
“Because we’re in my office.”
“So? The blinds are closed. No one is here.”
“Curtis is. So is Samson downstairs.”
“The security guard is asleep. He does not wake up for his walk-around for another hour.”
“How do you know that?”
“I have worked late this week. He is the creature of habit you said he was when we met.”
“And Curtis?”
Sacha shrugged. “He is less predictable. I can shut the door if you wish.”
Jonah couldn’t think of a single thing he wished for beyond Sacha’s hands on him again. The prospect of Curtis or Samson catching him with pants down seemed a distant concern, and heknewhis office wasn’t covered by CCTV. Only the landing and the elevators were. If no one came, no one would see. Besides, the smugness in Sacha’s gaze was obscene. Jonah wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of demanding he shut the door. “Leave it.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Sacha’s amusement dialled down, replaced by a clear intent that sent more hot shivers down Jonah’s spine. He tugged on Jonah’s belt again. It came loose from the buckle, inch by inch, and Sacha didn’t seem to be in a hurry.
He undid the belt and moved onto the buttons of Jonah’s trousers withcriminalslowness. He had deft, elegant fingers, but he seemed to make them clumsy on purpose.
Jonah sucked in a shaky breath. Perhaps Sacha was giving him time to think. Time to back out, despite being the one to goad him into this in the first place. And what wasthis? Were they going to fuck right here in his office? Was Sacha going to bend him over the desk? It wasn’t as if he hadn’t shown his fondness for that position when he’d fucked Jonah all over his apartment.
“Shh,” Sacha said.
Jonah glanced down at him. “I didn’t say anything.”