“There we go.”

I wait for it all. For every little bit of it to spill out and coat him in my release, and only then do I gather it up and push it back inside.

Perry shivers from his neck all the way down to his toes. “Do it again.”

So I do, enjoying making him as messy as I possibly can. “Next time, I’ll have a butt plug ready for you.”

His balls twitch. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Fill you up, plug you, then you’ll be ready to use again when I need you.”

“Oh my god.” His head thunks against my desk. “I think I’m getting hard again.”

As much as I’d love to go again right away, I also have a shitload of work to do, so I reach down, pull up his jeans, and rebutton them. Then I pull him back into my lap. We’re testing the strength of my chair as I whisper in his ear, “Maybe I can tie you up again.”

“Yes, please.”

“And we can have some fun with your mask?”

“Yes. Yes. The answer is always yes.”

I chuckle and press my lips to his temple. “You’re so perfect for me.”

He wriggles against me. “You too, pookie. You and your cum.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

PERRY

I’m full of mixed feelings as we walk into Lethal Poison. On the one hand, I love the place; on the other, this is where I got shot and thought I was going to die.

Very, very polar ends of the spectrum and enough to make any guy confused.

Colin has been working with the baddie bunch to keep Lethal Poison up and running. Between Tommy “easily” hacking all of Luther’s accounts and making it look like he took his money and ran, the missing person’s case is coming along as well as Colin’s did.

The police are too busy, Luther convincingly bailed on all his responsibilities, and now the baddie bunch are going through the process of taking over the lease on the building since he’s completely MIA. Part of me is worried that his body will turn up, and suddenly, we’ll all be under investigation, but my pals have been doing this for a long time, and unlike me, they’re actually good at what they do.

The bar has been cleaned up from the mayhem it was the last time I was here, and the baddie bunch are sitting in a corner, laptops huddled on the table in front of them while they work on whatever they’re working on. They didn’t even look up when the tinkling bell let them know I was here.

“Hello, people much smarter than me,” I say, grabbing their attention.