"Sir Kaelen..." Rowan breathed out, his voice hitching as the sudden, hot press of Kaelen's lips against the side of his neck sent a violent jolt straight down his spine.
He tried to maintain his composure, but his hands were trembling where they gripped the edge of the desk. "The... the attendant registries. If the Grand Duke returns and finds the security ledger incomplete..."
"The Duke is currently too preoccupied with the fallout of his own morning to care about a few unmapped perimeter coordinates," Kaelen murmured against his skin, his teeth lightly grazing Rowan's jawline with a slow, deliberate friction that made Rowan's eyes roll back in a sweet daze.
Kaelen slid both of his hands up from Rowan's waist, his fingers slipping beneath the thick wool of his winter tunic to find the warm, smooth skin of his lower back.
