I’d fucked Justin in public, a hundred men watching us. I’d made him shout when I knew half a dozen people were in the next room and heard it. I’ve bitten and thrust and told him I wanted to hear him.

That night, he was leaning across my desk, fingers scrabbling for the edge, his legs shaking while I fucked him. He moaned, and it shot right through me. I felt him take in a breath. I suddenly didn’t want anyone to hear that sound but me.

I pressed my hand against his mouth, and he groaned into my palm.