“Get that beautiful ass of yours to the bed. I want you bent over the end, arms stretched out. I suggest you hold on to something. It’s going to be a wild ride.”

God, Thorne hoped so. His cock was so hard he wasn’t sure he could walk.

“Should we close the blinds, or are you happy to give a show?” Dash asked.

Thorne had floor-to-ceiling windows throughout his apartment and rarely used the blinds. Hardly anyone could see them up so high, especially with the lights dim. Thorne was in the closet. He wasn’t willing to risk what coming out would mean to his business, but somehow twenty floors up, he felt distant from such concerns. He liked to take a few risks. “We’ll leave them open. Lights low.”

The lights dimmed.

“Well fuck me. What other tricks can you do?”

“The system responds to a limited amount of voice commands. I—”

“Like to control things,” Dash said.

“Are you always this fucking arrogant with clients?”

Dash laughed. “Only the special ones.”

Before Thorne could respond, Dash issued a command. “Get into position. I don’t want to wait any longer, and I don’t think you do either.”

Thorne sure as fuck didn’t. His ass felt empty after he’d worked so hard to stretch himself. Just thinking of the look on Dash’s face as he’d watched was enough to make him stumble. “Fuck!”

Dash caught him under the arm and supported him the last step of the way. “Thanks.” The word slipped out before Thorne could stop it. He hated how vulnerable he sounded.

“Always,” Dash said, whispering the word close to his ear.

Thorne turned and cupped Dash’s face. He almost never kissed men, especially ones he’d hired, but this time he wanted to. “Do you kiss?”

Dash smiled. “I love to, but I’d figured you for the type who didn’t.”

“I don’t,” Thorne said and kissed him.

Dash groaned and opened easily to Thorne’s questing tongue. God, his mouth felt good, slick and warm. Their tongues tangled, and the kiss grew wilder, harsher. Dash grabbed Thorne’s ass and hauled him up against his body, their cocks sliding along each other.

Thorne thrust against Dash, wanting to feel Dash’s cock rub against his. He couldn’t help himself; that thick, hard flesh was making him crazy. Dash pulled back and spun him to face the bed. He was so dizzy from the kiss and the sudden movement that he crashed to the bed, managing to catch himself on his arms. Slowly, he stretched out, sinking down, and letting the mattress hold him up.

Dash grabbed his hips and pulled him back. “I can’t have you humping the mattress when I’m determined to make this last as long as possible.”

“Holy fuck!”

“Yes, it will be.”