Shiloh’s breath always caught instinctively when he saw Aiden slip down to his knees. Whether it was the way it alluded to submission or the memory of former blowjobs he wasn’t sure, but it still caused a gut reaction that had his cock swelling shamelessly. Instead of talking he worked Aiden’s pants off and threw them over to where his was, kissing his throat and shoulders and upper arms, biting down on sensitive nipples and seeking out more skin. “Kneel in front of the couch. Facing it. Hands behind your back.”
Aiden’s breath caught and a moan dribbled out from between his lips from the attention Shiloh was finally giving him. His hands itched to go to Shiloh’s hair, to tug and play with those soft curls. He kept still instead. Aiden knew very well the affect he had on Shiloh. It was why he did most things. It was either that or because they amused him. He knew that Shiloh was particularly fond of having Aiden on his knees. So when the command was given, Aiden sunk to his knees, not for the first time, naked on the floor of Shiloh’s office. Straightening his back, he clasped his hands together. “We only have two hours, sir.”