shirt out of his waistband, backing up the stairs toward the bedroom and drawing Ty with him. Ty was a step below him, looking up at him with eyes that were trending toward brown in the morning light. Zane ran his hand through Ty’s unruly hair. “It’s okay. The smell of undercover Ty turns me on.”
Ty grinned. He paused to pull his shirt over his head and toss it on the steps, but he didn’t give Zane a chance to work on his belt before he was shoving Zane the last few steps toward the bedroom.
Zane stumbled back with a breathless laugh. He shrugged out of his dress shirt and popped the button on his trousers, still while walking backward to the bedroom door. “C’mon, doll,” he invited, using the one word he knew would incite Ty to action. Zane wanted his lover all over him.
Ty prowled toward him, the roll of his bare shoulders stirring butterflies in Zane’s stomach. Zane managed to toss his shirt away and push his dress pants down before Ty shoved him onto the bed. Ty crawled up beside him even as he was still bouncing on the mattress, held Zane down by his elbows, and kissed him hungrily. Ty’s unbuckled belt dragged against Zane’s bare skin, the denim of his jeans rough against Zane’s thighs.
The phone in Ty’s pocket began to ring just as Ty’s hand worked its way between their bodies. He growled in frustration.
Zane had to laugh. “Where are you
supposed
to be right now?”
“Not here screwing you,” Ty said as he sat back, straddling Zane’s hips as he dug for his phone. “I haven’t checked in yet.”
Zane smacked the side of Ty’s thigh. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking if I caught you before you left for work, then I wouldn’t have to wait for tonight to get you naked.”
“Little head, Ty.”
“I maintain it was the right decision.” Ty looked at his phone display, then at Zane and grinned mischievously.
Zane narrowed his eyes. “I don’t like that look. Who is it?”
Ty tossed the phone over his shoulder to land on the floor with a thud, then rose up and pushed his jeans down to his thighs, but didn’t bother taking them all the way off. “Someone who can wait.”
Zane’s mumbled words of gratitude were cut off by Ty’s demanding mouth. Zane didn’t care. This was what he’d wanted for days. He slid his hands up Ty’s back, feeling the muscles there working as Ty geared up to give Zane a real ride.
The phone on the floor had different ideas, though, and it began an ear-piercing trill, more an alarm than a ring.
Ty cursed. Zane sighed and let his head fall back onto the mattress, his fingers trailing over Ty’s skin as Ty got up. He practically pounced on the phone and snapped it open.
“Special Agent Grady,” he answered, his voice clipped and professional. He turned away from Zane, running one hand through his hair as he listened. The play of his muscles was as fascinating as ever, marred only by a purpling bruise low on his back that looked alarmingly like a boot print. Zane reached out and ghosted his fingers over it with a frown.
“Yes, sir, I was just … feeling out the situation before I reported in,” Ty said, turning to Zane and winking. Zane gave him a small smile and rolled his eyes. He was convinced that Ty wasn’t having fun unless he was breaking a rule or being beaten up. Zane smoothed one hand down his own body and pushed his boxers down, kicking out of them. Then he wrapped his hand around his erection, tugging at it while Ty watched.
Ty’s hazel eyes clouded over and he kicked at Zane’s leg, shaking his head. Whoever was speaking to him was important enough that Ty was calling him “sir” with respect and had squared his shoulders, as if standing at attention, even while talking to him on the phone. He watched Zane for another second, then kicked out of his jeans and grabbed Zane’s wrist, putting one knee on the bed so he could loom over Zane and pin his hand to the mattress.
Zane bit his lip
Ty grinned. He paused to pull his shirt over his head and toss it on the steps, but he didn’t give Zane a chance to work on his belt before he was shoving Zane the last few steps toward the bedroom.
Zane stumbled back with a breathless laugh. He shrugged out of his dress shirt and popped the button on his trousers, still while walking backward to the bedroom door. “C’mon, doll,” he invited, using the one word he knew would incite Ty to action. Zane wanted his lover all over him.
Ty prowled toward him, the roll of his bare shoulders stirring butterflies in Zane’s stomach. Zane managed to toss his shirt away and push his dress pants down before Ty shoved him onto the bed. Ty crawled up beside him even as he was still bouncing on the mattress, held Zane down by his elbows, and kissed him hungrily. Ty’s unbuckled belt dragged against Zane’s bare skin, the denim of his jeans rough against Zane’s thighs.
The phone in Ty’s pocket began to ring just as Ty’s hand worked its way between their bodies. He growled in frustration.
Zane had to laugh. “Where are you
supposed
to be right now?”
“Not here screwing you,” Ty said as he sat back, straddling Zane’s hips as he dug for his phone. “I haven’t checked in yet.”
Zane smacked the side of Ty’s thigh. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking if I caught you before you left for work, then I wouldn’t have to wait for tonight to get you naked.”
“Little head, Ty.”
“I maintain it was the right decision.” Ty looked at his phone display, then at Zane and grinned mischievously.
Zane narrowed his eyes. “I don’t like that look. Who is it?”
Ty tossed the phone over his shoulder to land on the floor with a thud, then rose up and pushed his jeans down to his thighs, but didn’t bother taking them all the way off. “Someone who can wait.”
Zane’s mumbled words of gratitude were cut off by Ty’s demanding mouth. Zane didn’t care. This was what he’d wanted for days. He slid his hands up Ty’s back, feeling the muscles there working as Ty geared up to give Zane a real ride.
The phone on the floor had different ideas, though, and it began an ear-piercing trill, more an alarm than a ring.
Ty cursed. Zane sighed and let his head fall back onto the mattress, his fingers trailing over Ty’s skin as Ty got up. He practically pounced on the phone and snapped it open.
“Special Agent Grady,” he answered, his voice clipped and professional. He turned away from Zane, running one hand through his hair as he listened. The play of his muscles was as fascinating as ever, marred only by a purpling bruise low on his back that looked alarmingly like a boot print. Zane reached out and ghosted his fingers over it with a frown.
“Yes, sir, I was just … feeling out the situation before I reported in,” Ty said, turning to Zane and winking. Zane gave him a small smile and rolled his eyes. He was convinced that Ty wasn’t having fun unless he was breaking a rule or being beaten up. Zane smoothed one hand down his own body and pushed his boxers down, kicking out of them. Then he wrapped his hand around his erection, tugging at it while Ty watched.
Ty’s hazel eyes clouded over and he kicked at Zane’s leg, shaking his head. Whoever was speaking to him was important enough that Ty was calling him “sir” with respect and had squared his shoulders, as if standing at attention, even while talking to him on the phone. He watched Zane for another second, then kicked out of his jeans and grabbed Zane’s wrist, putting one knee on the bed so he could loom over Zane and pin his hand to the mattress.
Zane bit his lip
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