DefeatedbyLove by Samantha Kane Page B

shouldn’t do it much more clearly.”
    “My work is obviously cut out for me then,” Barnabas said
very seriously. “I wonder what it would take to convince you that you can’t do
without it?”
    Daniel scoffed and crossed his arms. “Can’t do without it?
Don’t be vain. I can get it wherever I please. I don’t need some arrogant ass
who randomly appears when it suits his fancy.”
    “Hmm,” Barnabas said, stopping right in front of him. He put
his hands on the desk at Daniel’s hips and leaned over to take a deep whiff of
Daniel’s neck. “Like that silly little boy you brought home the other night?
Did you get it from him?” he whispered in Daniel’s ear.
    Daniel shivered in equal parts annoyance and fear. Barnabas
always did that to him. He didn’t care for it, but at the same time the fear
skated over his nerves and made his skin prickle with awareness, his cock jerk
in his trousers. “No,” he said. It sounded defensive and combative. “I gave it
to him.”
    That stopped Barnabas for a fraction of a second. Daniel saw
the hesitation. He knew Daniel rarely did that, and certainly Barnabas had
never wanted or received it. “Did you?” he purred in Daniel’s ear. “Since he
was shown the door by your servants the next morning I can only assume it was
not as satisfactory as you’d hoped.”
    “You bastard,” Daniel whispered, but he was amused more than
anything. “Stop spying on me. And leave my cook alone.”
    Barnabas chuckled in his ear and Daniel felt a thrill race
right down his spine and lodge itself right where he wanted Barnabas to be. The
dour Sir Barnabas rarely laughed, and Daniel treasured those times he was able
to make the other man let go long enough to do so. “Your cook is safe. She only
confirms what I already know.” He pulled back just enough to look into Daniel’s
eyes. Their faces were mere inches apart. “I train most of my new agents by
making them spy on you.”
    Daniel glared at him. “That is not amusing.”
    Barnabas lightly ran his hand over Daniel’s erection. “You
are a hard and interesting man to follow,” Barnabas said. He reached out and
unfolded Daniel’s arms, resting his hands on the desk at his side, where the
wood was still warm from Barnabas’ hands. “Some are shocked, some are
intrigued, some are disgusted—” He paused and looked back up at Daniel. “Those
I either fire or send to our outposts in Orkney and Shetland.”
    “You are a cruel taskmaster,” Daniel whispered, gripping the
desk.
    “Am I?” Barnabas unbuttoned Daniel’s jacket and then his
waistcoat. He slid his hands down Daniel’s sides, as if enjoying the feel of
him. His hands were hot and hard. No shy caresses from Barnabas. Always firm
and sometimes harsh, but with a taint of awkward tenderness that made Daniel
give in. He reached for the buttons on Daniel’s trousers. “Then I shall relent
tonight and play the servant, not the master.”
    Daniel watched as Barnabas spread open his trousers,
exposing the length of his aroused cock. Barnabas’ breathing barely hitched,
but there was a slight stutter that made Daniel’s cock jerk again, and a small
drop of liquid slid down the crown.
    “Now what?” Daniel teased. “You are presented with the
evidence. I am a willing victim.”
    Barnabas kneeled on the floor before him and Daniel had to
stop himself from exclaiming in shock. He’d never done something like that
before. Barnabas James always had to be in control. He held the reins so
tightly it choked those under him. He ran his hands up Daniel’s legs to his
thighs and spread them apart, sliding between them. “Well, now you shall
receive your reward.”
    He leaned forward and took Daniel’s cock into his mouth as
if he were worshiping a holy relic. Daniel had to close his eyes at how good it
felt. There were very few people he’d trusted enough to do this to him.
Unbidden, a memory of Harry doing it, sucking him sweetly to completion, burst
behind his