Thorne pushed back against him, trying to take the digits deeper. “Get on with it.”

Dash huffed. “Did you forget everything I told you last week about delaying gratification?”

“I don’t fucking believe in waiting for satisfaction,” Thorne snarled. “I go after what I want, get it, and move on.”

“You’re missing out on the deliciousness of anticipation, not to mention basking in the afterglow.”

“If I spent time basking, I wouldn’t be able to afford you.”

Dash tilted his head as if considering that idea. “Possibly not, but wouldn’t you be happier?”

“My cock sure as hell wouldn’t be.”

Dash grinned. “That may well be true. You wanted the best, and here I am.”

“Arrogance wasn’t one of the traits I requested.”

“It’s not arrogance when it’s a simple fact.”

Thorne narrowed his eyes at Dash who chose that moment to push the plug into his ass. “Fucking fuck!”

“For a fancy businessman, you sure as hell cuss like a sailor.”

“My grandmother’s fault.”

“Oh, really?” Dash sounded like he didn’t believe him.

“She was a sailor, well, a WAVE in WWII. She—”

Dash wiggled the plug, and Thorne stopped. “Go on. Talk all you like. It’s not going to stop me.”

“I wasn’t—”

“That’s what you do at work, isn’t it? Talk to distract people and then get them to do what you want.”

Thorne shook his head. “No, I give them advice.”

“I don’t need any.” Dash pushed the plug deeper.

Thorne squirmed. The fucking thing felt twice as wide as it had looked.

“Just breathe and push against it,” Dash instructed.

“Damn it! I fucking know how to take something up my ass.”

“Oooh. You’re touchy when things don’t go your way.” Dash chuckled.

“You are seriously trying to get fired.”

“No, I’m trying to make you see how much you fight what you need.” He pushed deeper before Thorne could respond. A little more and it was all the way in, Thorne’s ass tightening around the narrow point before the flange. Thorne took short, ragged breaths as he tried to get used to the sensation of having it deep inside. He fought the urge to move, to twist away from the burn. It fucking hurt, and yet, oh my God, it felt good. His cock was hard as iron. Dash was right: Thorne fucking loved having him in control.

Dash twisted the plug. And Thorne groaned. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, damn it.”

“Good, now turn around and sit, so we can have some cupcakes.”

Thorne must have heard that wrong. “What?”

“Cupcakes. Mini ones. That’s what I have in the bag.”

“I don’t want fucking cupcakes.”

“I made them myself.” Dash’s voice was dripping with sweetness.