by Jane Davitt

Harvey brushes Mike's hair until it lies flat. Frowns at Mike's tie and uses one of his, the knot quietly perfect.

He steps back. Mike still looks fucked to within an inch of his life and he's going to be squirming in his chair all day. Maybe that dildo was too big…

He curls his finger under Mike's chin and reels him in until that kiss-sore mouth is brushing his. Mike moans. Harvey puts his hand on the curve of Mike's spanked-hot ass and makes the moan a needy whimper.

They're going to be late. Again.

It should worry him.

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