Chapter 20
Jace froze. The drawer handle was still warm under his fingertips when the voice echoed from behind him like a gunshot.
“What are you looking for… Jace?”
He turned slowly. Elias stood at the door, one brow raised, the edge of amusement and suspicion twisting his mouth. His dark eyes were impossible to read, and for a terrifying second, Jace thought it was over. The plan. The revenge. Everything.
Think. Fast.
“I…” Jace cleared his throat, heart pounding. “I was just… curious. I mean, your office is kind of intimidating. I got bored waiting, and I thought I’d take a look around. Sorry, I snooped.”
Elias didn’t say anything at first. He stepped forward, one foot in front of the other, slow and calculated, like a predator deciding whether to strike or play with its prey. Jace kept still, hoping his face wasn’t betraying anything.
“No problem,” Elias murmured as he reached him, voice dropping an octave. “No one’s on this floor.”
And then he grabbed Jace’s face and kissed him hard.
Jace staggered slightly with the force of it. Elias’s mouth was hungry, dominant, consuming. It was punishment and reward all at once. Jace let his hands find Elias’s chest, clinging to his shirt, moaning into the kiss not just because he needed to—but because he had to sell it. He had seduced Elias to get in here. Now he had to pay the price.
Elias’s hands were already roaming. Down Jace’s sides, over his ass, gripping it like he owned it. Jace arched into the touch and pressed closer, his pulse thundering in his ears. Heat was a tidal wave crashing through his core.
Elias was hard already, his cock straining against the fabric of his tailored trousers. Jace slid his hand down and cupped him through the material. Elias groaned, biting at Jace’s lower lip. Jace took that as permission.
With slow, deliberate movements, he unbuckled Elias’s belt. The click of the metal echoed in the silence of the room. His other hand stayed tangled in Elias’s hair, tugging slightly to keep his mouth close.
When Elias’s pants slid down just enough, Jace slipped his hand inside. The heat was almost unbearable. Elias’s cock was thick, already leaking. Jace stroked him slowly, teasing, watching Elias’s jaw tighten.
“Fuck,” Elias muttered, pressing Jace back until he hit the edge of the desk. “You always do this to me.”
Jace didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His mouth was on Elias’s again, tongue deep, tasting lust and power. Elias pushed him harder against the desk, fingers clawing at his shirt, yanking it open. Buttons popped. Jace didn’t care.
He was burning now—flesh against flesh, heat against heat. Elias grabbed the back of his thighs and lifted him effortlessly, setting him down on the desk. Papers fluttered to the floor. Jace’s breath caught.
“I shouldn’t do this. We're at the office, and I'm about to be your boss,” Elias whispered against his neck, biting just below his jaw. “But fuck, you make it so hard to think.”
Jace gasped as Elias’s fingers found the waistband of his pants. He arched his hips up so Elias could yank them down. The cool air hit his exposed skin, but it barely registered. Not when Elias was looking at him like that—eyes full of hunger and possession.
Elias dropped to his knees, and Jace’s breath hitched. The moment Elias’s mouth closed around him, Jace’s head fell back with a moan. The desk was hard under his spine, the room too hot. Elias’s mouth was too good. Wet heat. Tongue swirling. Deep, slow sucks that made Jace see stars.
His fingers threaded into Elias’s hair, tugging rhythmically. His legs trembled. And when Elias pulled back, licking his lips, eyes dark with lust, Jace felt like he might explode from the tension coiled in his stomach.
“Turn around,” Elias growled.
Jace obeyed.
He slid off the desk and turned, bracing himself against the cold mahogany surface. Elias kicked his legs apart and stepped behind him, pulling a condom from his inner pocket and sliding it on with one hand. The sound alone made Jace twitch.
Then Elias was pressing against him—hot and heavy—teasing before finally pushing in, slow and thick, inch by inch. Jace gripped the edge of the desk and let out a strangled moan.
“God, you feel good,” Elias groaned, hips snapping forward as he sank deeper.
The rhythm started slow. Deliberate. Cruel. Each thrust stretched Jace open, made him tremble with a mix of pain and pleasure that blurred the line between what was real and what was fake. He pushed back into it, matching Elias’s pace, gasping when Elias grabbed his hips and slammed deeper.
The sound of skin on skin filled the room. Jace’s moans turned raw. Elias leaned over him, teeth grazing his neck, hand slipping around to stroke him in time with each thrust.
“You like this, don’t you?” Elias breathed. “You pretend to be uninterested, but you’re dripping for me.”
Jace didn’t answer. He couldn’t.
All he could do was feel. The pounding rhythm, the fire in his blood, the helpless desire in his groin. He was supposed to be using Elias—but right now, it felt like Elias owned him.
Faster. Harder.
Jace’s body burned. Sweat slicked his back. Elias grunted, biting his shoulder. When Jace came, it was messy, uncontrolled, dragged out of him by Elias’s hand, and relentless thrusts. He cried out, gripping the desk so hard his knuckles turned white.
Elias followed seconds later, groaning into Jace’s neck as he shuddered, hips jerking erratically.
The silence that followed was broken only by heavy breathing.
Elias pulled out slowly, pressing a soft kiss between Jace’s shoulder blades. Jace didn’t move. Couldn’t. His body was spent, buzzing from too much sensation.
But his mind… was racing.
He had come here for a file. To destroy Elias’s family. And instead, he’d let himself get wrecked on a desk by the very man he was supposed to hate. Well...at least this distracted elias, he wasn't suspecting anything.
Elias tucked himself back into his trousers, fingers gentle as he helped Jace do the same.
“Still want the job?” Elias asked, a smirk in his voice.
Jace forced a smile. “Definitely.”
Elias kissed him again. Soft, satisfied.