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Rory knew the sound of his grunts and groans when he was close to coming. He knew the taste of him, and the smell of him, and that he loved plunging deep into Rory’s mouth, and stretching his cheeks, and covering his tongue inhim. It had happened twice more since, and Sebastian had also fisted Rory’s cock while stroking over his hole. He didn’t push in, but God had Rory wanted him to, asked him to,beggedhim to.

“I…I haven’t heard him on the phone again,” Rory said.

“Have you seen it?”

Rory’s mind went to Sebastian’s cock, and he shivered. He’d seen it, he’d touched it, he’d sucked it, and it was huge and perfect, but he still wanted more.

“Rory!”

He jerked in his seat. “What? What did you say?”

“The phone?” Morris snapped. She banged her fist on the desk, and he glanced up. Both she and Hamish were leaning forward, trying to get his focus, but his mind was elsewhere. Sex was simple. Sex, Rory could handle, more than handle. The need for it, now he’d experienced it, burned through him.

“I’ve seen the phone, and it was clean, nothing on it.”

“Damn,” she said, turning away.

“What about this gang inside?” Hamish asked.

“It’s getting bigger, but Sebastian said not to worry. It’s all talk and no action.”

“Worry?” Morris asked. “Why would you worry?”

“I told him I don’t want him to get hurt.”

Hamish rubbed his chin, considering. “Good move. Act like you care, and he’ll reassure you. He might even open up to you.”

Another shiver ran down Rory’s spine. He wanted Sebastian to open him, fuck him, and Sebastian knew it.

Rory shook his head to fling the thought away. “What’s happening on the outside?”

Hamish sighed. “I’m trying to block the purchase of the farm by my house, and Watson is under surveillance. He’s been seen taking deliveries of barrels.”

“Barrels of what?”

“We’re not ready to move in yet. We’ve got to be able to link it to Sebastian first. His friends have been by my house. Loitering, staring in, making sure I know they’re there.”

“It’s intimidation,” Morris muttered. “Plain and simple.”

Hamish gestured to himself and the bags under his eyes. “Well, it’s working. I don’t feel safe in my own home. I can’t sleep, I jump at any noise. The sooner we get something concrete, the quicker we can take them down and lock them away.”

Morris squeezed his shoulder. “And the quicker we can move on.”

Rory looked away.

“It all relies on you doing your job,” Morris said. “Get close to Sebastian.”

Sebastian had been inside his mouth. He’d come down Rory’s throat. They couldn’t get much closer, not unless Sebastian—no, Rory tried to turn his libido down, but it had skyrocketed in the last month.

Rory forced a cough. “I’ll do my best.”

“Make sure you do,” Morris hissed. She held out her phone, and Rory took it. Not even waiting for Hamish to leave the room, he dialled Erica’s number.

“Rory?” she answered in a hushed whisper.

He frowned. “Yeah, it’s me, what’s wrong?”

“One sec.”

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