My mind drifted between peace and bliss as my eyelids flickered. But I could hear Maddox beside me, reclining in his chair. I turned slightly to watch his profile.

His body may have given off the relaxed, post sex bliss vibe from his posture, but the tight grip his hands held on the chair, or the lines near his pinched lips, revealed otherwise.

With a sigh, I sat up on the edge of the desk, a pleasurable shiver working its way through my body as the plug jostled my pleasure spot.

Maddox's eyes seemed glassy, unseeing as he stared into space. I doubt he even noticed when I started shuffling back into my clothes. He snapped his eyes to mine, however, when I gripped his hand and tugged.

"Come on. Let's go."

His eyebrows furrowed, but his lips didn't lose any of their stress lines. "Go? Where?"

With a cheeky grin, I poked his forehead before once again giving our clasped hands a tug. "A walk, silly. The garden will do wonders for those stress lines and prevent more gray hairs."

"I do not have stress lines. I don't have any lines because I'm not old. Nor do I have gray hair," he grumbled back.

Yeah, you do. Only like a few itty bitty ones though. "Don't worry," I purred as I ran a finger over his stubbled face. "It's sexy as hell."

Heat filled those beautiful eyes, and I clenched my sore ass around the plug. It jostled my prostate and I let slip a little moan. My cock began to perk up at the sound. As did Maddox's.

"Well, that just won't do, to be walking around with hard ons, '' Maddox drawled. His worries seemingly forgotten at the sight of our shared arousal. "Take it out."

"W-what?" So lost in Maddox's hypnotic voice, I didn't understand the order.

"Take your dick out of your pants, pet. Before I do it for you. And if I do, you better not want to keep those pants." He stood.

I glanced down. These were my favourite sweats. I quickly yanked the fabric down.

Maddox chuckled throatily, before using a grip on my hips to pull me forward until our cocks brushed against each other.

My breath caught in my throat as our pre-cum mixed with each other's.

Gripping both our cocks in his gloved grip, Maddox started a burning pace. The leather chafed the sensitive skin, but I loved every second of it. My hands gripped Maddox's ass of their own accord, using the leverage to push harder into his grip.

"Fuck! Not going to last!"

I definitely wasn't going to either. Nearly in sync, spunk splattered over the leather and each other. Maddox reached a hand behind to steady himself on the desk as I slumped against him, breathing heavy.

"Ok, maybe a shower. Then a walk."

Maddox rolled his eyes, a glow emanating from his entire being. My heart did a little tap dance at the fact I put the giddy little smile on his face. But soon, the ever present worries crept back into his forest eyes.

Damn it. Despite the outward mask Maddox liked to portray, he really did care about the well-being of his people. Enough to eat himself up with stress over not knowing who the mole was.

I knew he must've been really stressed when he allowed me to dress him, his eyes glazed over again. Maddox liked to be in charge.

But sometimes, it was nice to be able to take care of him. And it warmed my heart the trust Maddox placed in me to allow himself to lose focus and allow me to lead.