Page 74 of Honorable Convictions
“One hundred and fifteen years of animosity,” Mitchell reminded him, not that either of them had any trouble remembering the distance they’d forced between them. “That’s a lot of history to let go of.”
“They aren’t anticipating we’ll turn out as besties or anything.”
“Tell me, as friends, can we cuddle?”
Pierson rolled his eyes. “You already know the answer to that, snuggleslut.”
“I might come in here and lock the door so I can get hugs.”
“I demand payment.”
With a grin, Mitchell brushed their lips together. “I don’t have to ask what you want in return,” he murmured, then took Pierson’s mouth in a deep kiss.
The tension Pierson always carried fell from his frame as he relaxed in Mitchell’s arms. Pierson only allowed himself to completely let go on rare occasions, and Mitchell had yet to witness it if they weren’t holding one another. As his mate, Mitchell happily accepted that it was his wonderful duty to ease Pierson’s stress. Pulling him a little closer, he angled his head slightly to enjoy more of Pierson’s taste.
A minute or so later, Mitchell frowned at the love of his life, completely stunned that he’d managed to shove him away with one big push. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m getting hard,” Pierson complained, reaching a hand down to adjust himself.
“Me too, and I like it.”
“You need to go.”
Concentrating on not thinking about how sexy Pierson looked with his lips slightly swollen, Mitchell took a breath and reminded himself that it wasn’t appropriate to walk around headquarters with his cock tenting his trousers. “Have we sufficiently buried the ax?”
“Of course.”
“Don’t get pissy, you know I’m teasing.”
“How friendly are we supposed to be? Are we allowed to chat, or would that be weird?”
“Blondie, don’t overthink it. Just do whatever comes naturally to you.”
Pierson cocked his head to the side. “Considering that when we’re in the same room together we’re always cuddling in some fashion, I don’t think that’s the best advice you’ve ever given me.”
“I have a boyfriend; we can’t snuggle at work.”
“I guess they all think things are pretty serious at home for you.”
“Yes, haven’t you heard? We’re living together now.”
“Do I tell people I live alone? Maybe I have a roommate? Or perhaps I met some guy in DC and brought him with me?”
“You should give yourself a complete backstory. Maybe he’s a private investigator that you bumped into while working on a case. As a fallen knight you know better than to encourage someone who is essentially working outside the law, but you can’t help fall for him. He’s too good-looking and an absolute superstar in bed.”
“Are you done?”
“He’s got some butch name too. Maybe he’s a Chuck or Rocco.”
Wiping a hand over his mouth that didn’t quite hide the smile, Pierson shook his head. “Go away, Mitch.”
“I love you, give me a kiss good-bye.”
Pierson crossed the distance between them to give him a sweet buss on the corner of his mouth. “I love you too. Now get lost.”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“Mitchell.”
