The storage room door slams behind us, the echo rattling in my skull.

“You stole my fucking report.” My voice is razor-sharp, barely containing the rage clawing up my throat.

Aidan smirks, adjusting his tie like he isn’t a goddamn thief. “Maybe if you worked faster, I wouldn’t have had to.”

I shove him hard. His back hits the metal shelves, folders shaking loose. “You slimy little shit.”

He laughs, breathless, pupils blown wide. “Oh, fuck off, Seth. You were never gonna beat me to it.”

I should punch him. I should walk out. Instead, I grab his tie, yank him forward, and crush my mouth against his.

It’s vicious. Teeth, tongues, no finesse. Just hate and heat. I force him against the desk, grinding against him through our slacks. This is what we do.

He bites my lip. “Gonna fuck the fight out of me?”

I rip his belt open and shove my hand inside. He’s already hard, because of course he is. “I should leave you like this. See how you beg.”

Aidan groans as I stroke him. “Not gonna happen.”

He pushes my shoulders. I let him flip us, my back hitting the desk. His fingers rip open my shirt, sending buttons skittering. His mouth is on me in seconds—kissing, biting, dragging his teeth down my stomach.

Then, he drops lower.

I curse when his tongue finds my hole, wet and demanding. His hands grip my ass, pulling me open as he devours me. Fuck, he’s good at this. I fist the desk, nails digging into the wood as his tongue flicks, circles, then pushes in.

I arch, gasping. “Hate you so fucking much.”

His laugh vibrates against me. “Not what your hole is saying.”

I drag him up by the hair, spin him, and shove him over the desk. “Your turn.”

Aidan shudders when I spread his legs, spit dripping between his cheeks before my tongue replaces it. He swears, gripping the edges of the desk as I eat him out, fucking him open with my tongue, my fingers, until he’s panting into his sleeve.

He’s desperate by the time I press against him, my cock slick, pushing in slow just to hear him snarl. “Fucking do it, Seth.”

I slam in, knocking the breath from his lungs. He groans, and I don’t give him a second to adjust. I fuck him hard, mean, just like he deserves. My fingers sink into his hips as I drag him back onto me, the slap of our bodies filling the room.

Then, I yank him up, spin him, and push him onto his back across the desk. His legs spread easily, his cock hard between us. I drive in again, deeper this time, pinning him there as I fuck him into the wood.

His hands claw at my arms. “Fuck... me... harder.”

I fist his cock, stroking him fast, knowing exactly how to push him over the edge. His whole body tenses before he chokes out my name and spills across his stomach. His cum shoots in thick ropes, splattering over his abs, his chest, dripping down his side onto the desk. He moans through clenched teeth, body shaking with each pulse.

The sight alone wrecks me. I slam into him one last time, pushing in deep, my whole body locking up as my orgasm crashes through me. I groan, hips jerking as I empty myself inside him, my cum flooding his hole, slick and hot. I stay buried, grinding in slow as the last spurts pulse out, leaking from him, smearing between his thighs.

Silence.

Aidan’s chest rises and falls, sweat glistening on his skin. He cracks one eye open. “That mean I get the promotion?”

I laugh, breathless, wiping my hand over my mouth. “Shut the fuck up.”

We both know this isn’t over.