He nodded. “As much as an arrogant ass and his popular married sister with a perfect house, golden retriever, and 2.5 kids can be.”

Dash glanced around. “Your house looks pretty damn perfect to me.”

He snorted. “No wife, no kids, no letting my parents tell me what and where to buy.”

“Ah. Did they pick out your sister’s house?”

“No, but they approved of her choices.”

“Is that why you work all the time?” Dash asked. “To make sure you stay a success story?”

“That used to be why. Now I think I’m just used to it. I don’t know how to do anything else. I tried having a life outside work for a while when I was first hired at Symthson, but it didn’t last.”

“What did you do for fun back then?”

Fucked my married boss. Had a fucking midlife crisis at twenty-eight. “That was when I was sailing. I actually spent time outside, not just at a desk or on a treadmill, but now…I spend all my time looking for the next client and figuring out how to hold the ones I’ve got.”

Dash watched him, seeming to know there was more Thorne wasn’t telling him. “If you lost a client or two, would that be the worst thing ever?”

“No.” Thorne needed to change the subject. “You know what would be?”

“What?”

“If you had to leave before I had a chance to fuck you.”

Thorne didn’t miss Dash’s quick intake of breath.

“Is that right?” Dash asked.

Thorne nodded. Dash rose onto his knees and pushed at Thorne’s chest until he lay back against the end of the couch. Dash reached for the fastenings of Thorne’s shorts. “Let’s see what we can do to get this party started, then.”

When Dash had freed Thorne’s cock, he sucked at the head, gently, no more than a tease. Thorne groaned, enjoying the warmth of Dash’s tongue and the sensual, barely there touches. By the time he took Thorne deep into his mouth, Thorne was starving for him, but still, he didn’t fight the pace. There was something incredibly erotic about the way Dash was taking his time. Eventually though, Thorne felt the need for more, the need to drive into Dash’s ass and make him beg. He gripped Dash’s shoulders. “Enough.”

Dash looked up at him. “Really?”

“Yes, I want your ass, and I’m not letting you distract me anymore.”

Dash smiled and shifted position so he was leaning over Thorne. Thorne looked up at him. The lust in Dash’s eyes stole his breath. “Fuck,” he said, more an exhale than a word. “Kiss me.”