“It’s a phrase,” Jonah countered.
“A bad one?”
“No. Not at all. It’s unexpected, that’s all.”
Sacha nodded. “For me too. I never say this to anyone else.”
“What’s different about me?”
“We are from the same life. And you said yourself you don’t want to marry me, so I don’t have to worry about you misreading my intentions. You would know what we are…acquaintances who have sex, yes?”
“I didn’t say—” Jonah pursed his lips and took a deep breath. “Acquaintances. Right. Are you saying that we share an apathy for relationships? And that I’m rich enough in my own right that you don’t have to worry about me being after you for your money and status?”
Sacha laughed and it changed his face entirely. His features softened and his eyes shone. “I have no status in your world, but yes, I suppose that is what I’m saying. I feel safe with you, Jonah. We speak the same language.”
“About sex?”
“About many things. I do not have to explain myself to you. We can hang out and have sex. I would like that, and I think you would too.”
He wasn’t wrong. Jonah could think of nothing he’d rather do than spend his scant free time in Sacha’s company, especially if it revolved around them fucking again. But disquiet bloomed in his gut, a prickling sensation he’d never felt before, and it confused the hell out of him. He had no doubts about having sex with Sacha again—lord no—but the idea of a friendship that didn’t go anywhere or mean anything set his teeth on edge. “We don’t have to hang out,” he said. “We could just fuck and call it what it is. Don’t pander to my sensibilities.”
“‘Sensibilities’?”
“The terminology isn’t important. And I didn’t ask you for a drink because I wanted to fuck again.”
Sacha’s brow flickered with brief confusion before he schooled his features, but Jonah sensed the cogs turning in his brain all the same. “I do not understand.”
“Why not?” Jonah said. “It’s fairly simple. I enjoyed your company the other night and ninety percent of it wasn’t fucking. Why wouldn’t I want to do that again?”
“I have answers to that question, but I am stuck on your division of our time together. We were at your parents’ ball for four and a half hours. I left your apartment at five o’clock the next morning. Explain to me how the time we spent there equates to a figure of ten percent.”
It was a demand, not a question. Jonah almost laughed, but Sacha’s expression stopped him, and he rolled his eyes instead. “I was making a point, not doing specific mathematics.”
“Be specific. Don’t make statements that are not true.”
“Okay. Specifically, I want to have a drink with you. And I want to have sex with you again. I don’t care what particular combination that comes in and I don’t care what you call it. Oh, and I like that you feel safe with me. You should. I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
“I am not worried about you hurting me.”
“Then what specifically do you feel safe from when you’re with me?”
Sacha grinned a little. “Nothing…specific. It was a feeling and I voiced it. It doesn’t have to be tangible.”
“It does if we’re fucking. Where’s the fun if you don’t feel it?”
“You’ll feel it.”
“What about you?”
Sacha rolled Jonah’s desk chair again, bringing himself closer. For a moment, he looked as though he might stretch up and kiss Jonah. Then he reached for Jonah’s belt buckle and began to undo it. “I feel plenty or I would not want to do this again.”
A flashback to last Friday bulldozed into Jonah’s brain. Sacha’s hands on his cock, and then his mouth as he’d held Jonah against the kitchen counter, the contents of Jonah’s fridge spread out around them. He’d sucked Jonah until he was hard again, then spun him around and fucked him a second time, fast and sharp, jackhammering into Jonah until he’d shouted his release loud enough for the neighbouring apartment block to hear him. He shivered, and it took every ounce of willpower to still Sacha’s hands. “Stop. We can’t do this here.”
“Why not?”
“Because we’re in my office.”
“So? The blinds are closed. No one is here.”
“Curtis is. So is Samson downstairs.”
“The security guard is asleep. He does not wake up for his walk-around for another hour.”
“How do you know that?”
“I have worked late this week. He is the creature of habit you said he was when we met.”
“And Curtis?”
Sacha shrugged. “He is less predictable. I can shut the door if you wish.”
Jonah couldn’t think of a single thing he wished for beyond Sacha’s hands on him again. The prospect of Curtis or Samson catching him with pants down seemed a distant concern, and he knew his office wasn’t covered by CCTV. Only the landing and the elevators were. If no one came, no one would see. Besides, the smugness in Sacha’s gaze was obscene. Jonah wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of demanding he shut the door. “Leave it.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Sacha’s amusement dialled down, replaced by a clear intent that sent more hot shivers down Jonah’s spine. He tugged on Jonah’s belt again. It came loose from the buckle, inch by inch, and Sacha didn’t seem to be in a hurry.
He undid the belt and moved onto the buttons of Jonah’s trousers with criminal slowness. He had deft, elegant fingers, but he seemed to make them clumsy on purpose.
Jonah sucked in a shaky breath. Perhaps Sacha was giving him time to think. Time to back out, despite being the one to goad him into this in the first place. And what was this? Were they going to fuck right here in his office? Was Sacha going to bend him over the desk? It wasn’t as if he hadn’t shown his fondness for that position when he’d fucked Jonah all over his apartment.
“Shh,” Sacha said.
Jonah glanced down at him. “I didn’t say anything.”
“You don’t have to when your jaw tics like that.”
Jonah made an effort to relax his face. “Perhaps I’m excited,” he hedged. “It’s not every day someone blows me in my office.”
“No? Shame.”
“Is it?”
“Yes. Everyone should get blown in their office. It makes coming to work worthwhile.”
“You don’t like your job?”
“I love it. But perhaps I would love it more if I could keep you under my desk.”
“Charming.”
Sacha’s lips turned up. “I try.”
“Try harder.”
“At what? I never said I was going to blow you.”
“But you are.”
Jonah grinned. Sacha smirked back, dark and deadly. He leaned forwards and unzipped Jonah’s trousers, pushing them open, revealing the black underwear Jonah had dressed in that morning. They were plain and expensive, but apparently no barrier for what Sacha wanted. He slid them down, and Jonah’s dick sprang free, already half hard.