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“Is that something that happens often, Mr. Ford?” Larson asked.

“Back trouble? Not at all. But then, usually, I’m not helping the police chase down a suspect. I’m afraid I can’t discuss details, but I got to play at a citizen’s arrest last night. Detective Wen from the local precinct has always been a fan and believes in the idea of second chances.”

That washalftrue, but now he was using last night to look better in front of Larson? The new theft hadn’t been made public yet, Vallancourt appeased by the promise that they had things under control and would deliver the thief by the end of the week. But Andrew still felt cheated and… used, being undermined in front of a client he’d lost.

Which was when he remembered the cocoa in his hands.

Grinning to himself, Andrew carefully set the mug beneath the chair for now and reached forward to undo Ford’s pants.

Ford flinched but couldn’t call attention or risk giving away that Andrew was there. This was how Andrew finally got back at him for the precinct, even more fitting when the same client was involved.

Ford tried swatting him away but could only do so ineffectually, and Andrew finished undoing his pants and pulledhim out to the open air. He was a little softened, given the cold shower, but Andrew knew he could warm him up quickly.

“Riley, spread out the schematics for our clients,” Ford said, since he couldn’t stand now. He tried closing his legs when Andrew cupped his balls and slid his thumb up the base, but the light, insistent touch had him soon opening his thighs wider.

Andrew circled his thumb around Ford’s slit, spreading the budding moisture there, and dragged his thumb down until he fondled Ford’s balls again. He shifted closer, settled between Ford’s legs, and licked a smooth stripe up his cock from base to tip.

No reaction that Andrew could tell. Not even a waver in Ford’s voice. Not that Andrew was paying too much attention to his words. For now, he focused on Ford’s hard dick in his hand, quivering beneath the attentions of his tongue.

Andrew pulled back, brought the mug up, took a long swallow of cocoa, and then quickly leaned forward and sucked Ford in at the tip.

“Noted by the—ah!” Ford cut off with a gasp, turning the unexpected exclamation of pleasure into a cough. He cleared his throat before continuing, as if something had gone down the wrong pipe, and spoke on without drawing much attention. “Notedby the colors positioned on the blueprints.”

Ford was a pro, but Andrew was only getting started.

He licked around Ford’s head, sucking hard, but not taking Ford in too deep just yet. His right hand kept a constant motion around Ford’s balls and base, squeezing gently, rolling the tender skin in his palm, as he licked Ford’s head once, twice, but felt the heat quickly leaving his mouth.

He took another drink.

This time he sucked one of Isaac’s balls into his mouth and had to be careful not to release it with a telling pop. Then he did the same with the other.

Ford merely slowed his speech so he could take a longer breath between sentences, no otherwise telling signs to give himself away. He was ready for Andrew now and whatever he might do. Or so he thought.

Andrew took another drink, sucked a finger into his mouth, and held it there for a count of twenty. Then he slid it beneath Ford’s balls and teased gently at his mostly impossible to reach entrance, but oh, he knew a graze would be more than enough.

Ford had the thermos in hand, Andrew could just barely see above him, occasionally stealing sips of his own, but his left hand settled under the table on his thigh and tightened into a fist—opening, curling his fingers in a flourish of motion, then tightening again. Ford could have conducted an orchestra with how his hands spoke for him, repeating those same motions again and again to keep focused while he continued explaining his plans for Larson.

Andrew tookanotherdrink, only a few long draws left, and waited for the next time Ford fanned out his fingers. The moment it happened, he grasped the hand and sucked Ford’s pointer finger into his mouth, coiling his tongue around it. He sucked it in deep, letting saliva build and coat it until some of the moisture dribbled from the corners of his lips.

Still, Ford’s voice remained steady, no more slip ups, even as he tried in vain to pull his hand from Andrew’s grasp, and his breathing distinctly picked up pace.

“We can go over everything again in finer detail after you’ve looked through the itemized invoice,” Ford said, clearly trying to wrap this up quickly.

A murmur of agreements flitted around the table. A few questions arose that Ford tried to answer succinctly. He’d dismiss the meeting soon; Andrew could sense it.

He released Ford’s hand and took one last long drink of cocoa, gripped Ford’s thighs, and in one deft swoop, deep throatedhim with his nose pressed to the coiled hair beneath Ford’s bellybutton, face trapped between his gorgeous thighs.

Finally, another gasp. Another cough to hide it.

Andrew sucked harder.

“There’s only one other thing,” Ford rushed on, “not in the current breakdown. Bluetooth trackers for your more sensitive equipment.”

Andrew froze. How dare he—

“It’s a rather ingenious idea my contemporary came up with, Andrew Wen, and I think you should contract that portion of the upgrade through him.”

What?