Today was a good day for Robert. He caught up on work, took care of a number of important meetings, and his husband showed up with lunch. Smiling, he looked out the window from his office, showing a nice view of the city. He hummed. Today was good.

There was a knock at his office door. Quickly, he moved closer to his desk, hiding his husband underneath it, who was on his knees, doing a very good job of 'taking care' of him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Kingsman, but Mr. Gilson would like to speak with you." Said his assistant.

Goddamn Warren. He would show up during the worst time. He just wanted some privacy with his husband. With how Warren kept insisting on 'borrowing' TJ, Robert only felt himself becoming more possessive, not that his husband seemed to mind. . .maybe it wouldn't too bad. Something about face fucking right in front of him was thrilling, to say the least.

"Alright, tell him to come in," Robert said, keeping his voice calm. He was more than used to keeping his voice calm during these activities. This should be simple enough. His assistant stepped out, and moments later, Warren stepped inside with that damn smug look on his face. Robert kept calm, however, gently running his fingers through TJ's hair, a signal to keep going as he was well hidden under the desk. Robert kept his pace slow, almost tortuously so, but he supposed he deserved it. At least he didn't stop.

"How are you today, Robert?" Warren asked as he took a seat in front of his desk.

"Fine. I was doing better before you showed up, though," Robert remarked. "What do you want?"

"To continue our 'talks' of course. I was thinking we should discuss the technicalities of our arrangement," said Warren. "You know, what we are and aren't allowed to do with your husband."

"You're lucky I'm still considering any of this," Robert said. "What else do you have in mind?"

"We talked it over and was wondering if you were interested in watching," said Warren, leaning back in his seat. "Half the reason we're interested is because we would be fucking your husband, the one person you value the most. Having you there would make it even better."

"I know it would."

To be truthful, Robert would absolutely love to see his husband getting fucking demolished in a gangbang but he wasn't going to let Warren know that. His husband didn't even know that.

"But you're still going to turn us all down," Warren commented. "Because you're too possessive."

"That's right. I thought you would've caught on by now and given up," Robert said. "But you keep coming back, like a roach."

"Can you blame me? Your husband's a cutie," said Warren. "A cutie that knows his place, too. But I can see I'm not getting anywhere today. I'll talk to you another day."

Robert didn't bother getting up, watching Warren stand up and leave. Once the door shut with a click, he rolled his seat back just enough to see his husband under his desk.

"You think this is funny," Robert groaned.

"I think it's hilarious," TJ said. He paused for a moment, resting his head on Robert's leg while using a free hand to pump his dick. "That's what you get for keeping me under this desk while you two talk."

"I didn't have time to stuff you in the closet, alright? That didn't mean you have to torture me going that slow," said Robert. "I had half a mind to throw you to Warren and let him do whatever. And watch."

"Uh-huh. Sure you would." His attention went back to the part of his husband that was in his hand. "You're too possessive."

"Yeah, I am. But don't test me," said Robert. "C'mon, let's go get lunch."