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“Hm, I might need some reminders for why crazy isn’t all bad.” Looking right at Ford, he ran his tongue over his teeth. “Thought about sucking your cock after taking a drink of the cocoa to warm my mouth, see how much it can make you squirm.”

“Never tried that before,” Ford said, eyeing the cocoa and then Andrew’s lips.

Andrew reached for the blueprints, but Ford slammed his hand down on top of them. “Just moving them aside so wedon’t make a mess.” Andrew made a point of looking away as he reached for them again. “I don’t need to peek at what you’re working on for another job.”

Ford hesitated, but eventually pulled back, watching Andrew push everything into the center of the table. Andrew handed him the mug and took the thermos for himself, shifting until he sat centered, facing Ford’s chair. He spread his legs, coaxing Ford to stand, and pulled him in close between them. They shared their first drink of the hot, creamy beverage.

“Now this is cocoa.” Ford hummed approval. “You spoil me.”

“And you owe me. I expect to discover all the other baked goods you can make as delicious as those brownies.”

Ford chuckled. “Who’s swindling who here?”

“The way I remember it, depends on our mood.” Andrew took another slow sip without breaking eye contact.

“So…” Ford made a point of squaring his stance to spread his legs too. He held the mug in one hand and ran the other up Andrew’s thigh. “About that trick you mentioned?”

“Do I need to warm you up first?”

“I think I’m warmed. See for yourself.”

Andrew pulsed hot from the cocoa and Ford’s confidence and reached forward to find him hard in his dress pants. He squeezed, watching a twitch in Ford’s jaw. “I might need more evidence than this. You sure you’re warmed enough to get as hot as I’m planning?”

Setting the thermos aside, Andrew then took the mug from Ford too and knocked him back into his chair, climbing into his lap and straddling him. He rocked his hips forward until he felt Ford’s hardness brush against his.

Hands warm from holding the cocoa, he coiled them around the back of Ford’s head, pressed down into him harder, and latched onto Ford’s mouth. They kissed hungrily, deep and heated without any preamble of softness or being tentative.There was no need. They knew what they wanted, had been with each other so many different ways now that they slotted together and drew out the exact sensations each of them desired with barely any effort.

Cloying deeper for Ford’s tongue, Andrew held onto his neck and bucked forward demandingly. Ford moaned into his mouth, so Andrew bucked forward again, feeling constricted with how hard Ford was as he pushed up into him.

“Got a bit… of a time limit.” Ford shuddered beneath Andrew, mouthing feverishly along his jawline.

“We can be fast. Still want that heated blowjob?”

“Definitely, but we have less than an hour. Meeting at 10:00. You understand.”

Andrew paused in his careful tonguing of Ford’s ear. “You mean 11:00?”

“Nice try. 10:00.”

But Andrew wasn’t being cute. He stilled and pulled back to look Ford in the face. “It’s 10:00 now.”

“No, it’s…” Ford looked at his watch, which read 9:05—but the second hand wasn’t moving.

The sound of voices filtered down the hallway and in through the open door. If it had only been Ford’s associates, it wouldn’t matter, but Andrew didn’t know everyone he could hear, and if it wasclients…

Ford pushed him from his lap and shoved him underneath the table. The shape and size would easily hide him from anyone coming in or sitting around it, but this felt insane.

“Ford!” he tried hissing, but the Santa mug was pushed into his hands—a little more difficult to explain than a thermos—just as the clamor of people reached them.

“Ms. Larson, Greg, Sheila,” Ford greeted. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t get up, but I have a bit of a twinge in my back from a job last night.”

Andrew held back a snort. That wasn’t the real reason he couldn’t stand right now.

But wait—Larson Manufacturing?!

Old indignation flared as Andrew remembered how angry he’d been when Ford first stole this client.

The chairs around the table pulled out to accept their occupants, all of Ford’s team on one side, given the murmur of voices, and Larson’s on the other. Thank God the table was oversized. As long as Andrew stayed close to Ford, no one should notice him even if they stretched out their legs.