mouth and running quick fingers through his hair.

John broke. “Anything you want,” he promised, kissing Derek back with feverish greed. “Anything, just do it.”

“You’ll take a vacation,” Derek said against his mouth, stroking his neck.

“Vacation,” John agreed desperately, not caring anymore.

“You’ll work forty-hour weeks.”

“Sixty.” He was desperate, not insane.

“Fifty, no weekends.”

“Okay,” fine, whatever, “do it.” He fed from Derek’s kiss hungrily, twisting against Derek’s hands.

“Tell me you love me.”

John opened his eyes.

Derek grinned. “Worth a shot,” he said, and then he was on the move. Rocking, riding, fucking himself and moaning from it, one hand teasing John’s nipples, one hand fisting his own dick. John was groaning and grunting, sweating and writhing, doing everything but begging Derek for mercy.

The pleasure and the torture had been so drawn out, John had been teetering on the brink of the final ecstasy for some time. When the end finally came, it broke through him in an aggressive burst, tearing into him and leaving him a panting, shuddering, moaning, weak wreck. He was still shivering from it when he felt the splash of cum on his chest and Derek slumped against him, moaning against his neck.

John caught his breath. Derek’s body was hot against his. Derek’s face was pressed to his neck, Derek’s hair against his jaw, Derek’s hands curled loosely against his hips.

“I’m going to hold you to your word,” Derek said.

“I know.” John didn’t have the energy to fight about it. He just wanted to relax with Derek’s naked body and not worry about anything else.

“No one in the office has a problem with us being together,” Derek said. “Except Perry, and he has a problem with everything about me.”

“I know,” John said. John was the one with something to prove, but he had no one but Perry to prove it to, after all. “You should fire him.”

Derek made a noncommittal noise, idly stroking John’s hip. “He’s one of the best salesmen we have.”

John sighed. “Are you going to uncuff me?”

Derek raised his head, and his smile made John’s heart skip a few dangerous beats. “Okay.” Instead of getting up and going to the kitchen, he kissed John.

John didn’t even mind. He kissed Derek back, letting his eyes drift shut. He was oddly content now, and he wanted to attribute that entirely to post-orgasm lassitude, but… John opened his eyes. “I’m in love with you.”

Derek smiled. “Now, was that so hard?”