FIERY HEAT [BoyxBoy]

CHAPTER 12: An explosive encounter...sensual heat!

Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas

Pix of Damon in a suit, about to do as Tristan requested

Enjoy!

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When they got to Damon's plush office building, they walked swiftly to his private elevator and got on after Damon had punched in a code. Damon's face gave nothing away, his guard up and impenetrable. His phone rang just as the elevator started moving and he started talking to someone about some shipments.

Tristan took the opportunity to ogle him without making his infatuation blatantly obvious. Damon was looking so suave and dashing and hot he wanted to jump him right there in the elevator. He remembered the last time they had ridden on an elevator together and what had happened. The memories flooded Tristan's mind with so much erotic sensations that he gasped. Damon looked up into his eyes and just knew. Tristan's eyes were dilated, filled with so much lust Damon felt an answering pull, felt the surging lust, the need, thundering through his blood, through his very being. When he saw Tristan's tongue come out to lick his lips, he just had to taste those lips.

"Hold on Tim." He said to whoever he was talking to and closed the distance between him and Tristan, then he tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over his.

Tristan moaned as Damon dipped his tongue inside, tasting him in long leisurely licks. He melted at the feel of Damon's tongue stroking slow and sweet over his. He pulled on Damon's head, directing his mouth over his. Damon growled, deepening the kiss, stroking his tongue with lush slides of his own.

Damon's mouth moved to Tristan's neck, his tongue trailing down his neck to suck at the hollow at the base of his throat. Moaning sexily and shivering with need, Tristan arched his neck, offering it up to Damon's lips.

The elevator car slowed to a stop on the twentieth floor and the doors opened. The ping of the elevator opening interrupted them and both groaned in frustration.

"Christ, you drive me crazy." Damon breathed huskily into Tristan's ear, shoving his hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh. "What's with you and elevators anyway?"

"I could ask you same." Tristan retorted in a voice he could hardly tell was his own.

Damon chuckled. "Come on." He stepped back and started talking to whoever had been put on hold.

When they exited the car, Tristan spotted Lisa, Damon's executive assistant at her desk. He remembered the last time he was in this particular office and how he had to rush out barely keeping his tears at bay. He hoped he didn't look too flustered. Damon could kiss! Damn.

Lisa's dark hair fell in thick waves around her shoulders, and a wide smile graced her full glossy red lips when she looked up and saw Tristan. He looked even hotter than she remembered. With those swollen kissable lips and sexy outfit, Lisa thought Tristan simply looked fuckable.

"Hey," she greeted Tristan, ignoring Damon who was still on his phone. She looked chic in black slacks and a pale blue silk shirt. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, as she came out from around her desk towards them. "How are you doing Tristan?"

"I'm good Lisa. How about you?" Tristan asked.

"Not too happy with you. You actually came into this building for a meeting last week and couldn't even stop by to say hi." She pouted prettily.

"I'm so sorry. How about I make it up to you one of these days huh? Lunch?" Tristan gave her a dazzling smile. Lisa didn't stand a chance.

"Oh I'd love that. Just let me know when."

"Will do that." Tristan grinned.

"Why is he back here by the way? He did say he was taking the rest of the day off."