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“Bring them to Sari’s lab,” I instruct Sandy before he tells me there’s some documents that need to be signed on my desk.
“That Sandy-Bell is a hard nut to crack.” Rami sighs as my assistant leaves.
“He just doesn’t like you,” I tell him, tugging Michael toward my office.
“I’ll see you in Sari’s lab. Remember to wash your hands,” the fucker screams behind us.
We pass a couple of conference rooms before reaching Sandy’s empty station outside my door. We enter the office and I close it behind us, pulling Michael toward my desk. With a flip of my wrist, I spin him around, always enjoying his predictable gasps of surprise, and push his ass on the edge of the cold surface.
I crowd him, slotting my body between his open legs and planting my hands on either side of his body.
“I dreamed of fucking you on this desk.” I smirk at his red cheeks. “You, naked, sprawled on it, hands holding your bent legs high and wide apart while I’m drilling your ass until it’s drenched with my cum.”
My hand leaves the desk to stroke my thumb against his lip.
“But first, I need to feel my cock inside your throat,” I growl.
“Raph…”
My kiss swallows his words, and I’m about to unzip my pants, when Michael’s hand against my chest stops me.
“I want you so much, but we came here to see your brother in action,” he breathes on my lips. I nip hard on his lower one, feeling my dick turning into stone after Michael moans.
Fuck! I’m not used to fulfilling someone else’s desires, and not mine. And right now, mine is having Michael’s lips wrapped around my aching dick. Nevertheless, I sigh and yank out my phone from my pants to call Sari.
Michael’s happy smile mitigates my frustration a little. He kisses my jaw and lets out an excited laugh.
“Sari.” I try to hide the irritation in my voice when he picks up. I’ve always been softer toward him. Maybe because his fragility and light blue eyes remind me of Michael’s.
Uri’s voice comes out of the other line instead. “Where the fuck are you guys? I hate coming here.”
“Then you shouldn’t have come.” I wish I was coming down Michael's throat.
Michael gesture for me to go, and I point to the papers on the other side of the desk, the ones I need to sign.
Uri mumbles something that sounds like ‘I don’t have a choice’ in my ear. The way he needs to protect Sari makes perfect sense to me. Because I feel the same toward Michael. Multiplied by a thousand.
“Hurry up!” Uri barks.
I end the call with a grunt, and, after a brief read, sign the documents.
“Let’s go see your brother, and after lunch I’ll let you have your wicked way with me.” Michael rounds the desk and kisses me on the cheek.
“You don’t let me have anything. I'll take what’s mine, anytime I want.” I grab his nape and press my lips against his forehead.
“Caveman.”
“And all yours. Aren’t you lucky?” I say before turning him around and guiding him toward the elevators again.
He grins at me. “Yes. Yes, I am.” This time, my lips fall on his mouth, giving the receptionists a quick, dirty sight before the sliding silver doors close.
The elevator dings, ending our kiss. I step back to admire my work. Michael looks wrecked, with his hair disheveled and lips swollen and red. Those same lips curve into a sweet smile as the doors slowly open. He’s damn beautiful and here, with me.
Michael fixes his hair, passing his fingers through it a couple of times before we get off the elevator.
The lab is on the thirtieth floor. When we step inside, Sari is surrounded by eager students in white coats. He looks in his element, talking about his work. Uri is leaning against one of the long desks, glaring.
“Who’s the guy eating Sari up with his eyes?” Michael whispers, tilting his head toward a clean-cut man standing a little further back.
