Chapter 40: Objection Overruled… by His Cock -4

The private deposition ran long past midnight. Only three people remained in the conference room on the top floor of the prosecutor’s building: Julian, Gabriel, and the court reporter. The heavy mahogany table between them was covered in transcripts, exhibits, and half-empty coffee cups. Gabriel had been circling the same set of questions for over an hour, each one sharper than the last, looking for the crack in Julian’s defense.

Julian’s answers stayed precise. His voice never rose. The new scent-blocking patch held, but the late hour and the constant pressure of Gabriel’s presence wore at the edges of his control.

Gabriel leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Walk me through the timeline again, Counsel. Slowly. Your client’s version still has gaps you have not explained."

Julian met his eyes without blinking. "There are no gaps. You are inventing them because the evidence does not support the story you want to tell."

The court reporter’s fingers paused on the keys. Gabriel glanced at her. "That is enough for tonight. We will resume tomorrow. Thank you."

She packed her machine quickly, nodded to both of them, and left. The door clicked shut. The room fell quiet except for the low hum of the building’s night systems.

Gabriel stood. He walked around the long table until he stood beside Julian’s chair. "You have been fighting me on every single point for four hours. Even when the answers are weak you still refuse to give ground."

Julian closed the binder in front of him. "That is my job. Yours is to prove your case. So far you have not."

Gabriel’s hand settled on the back of Julian’s chair, then slid to the nape of his neck. Fingers curled there, firm but not yet painful. "I am done playing with words. Get up."

Julian stayed seated for a second longer than necessary, then rose. The moment he was on his feet Gabriel turned him and guided him back until the edge of the heavy mahogany desk pressed against his thighs. Gabriel’s body followed, pinning him there.

"You spent the entire night trying to dismantle every argument I made," Gabriel said, voice low. "Now I am going to take that control away from you."

Julian’s hands came up between them. "The reporter is gone. That does not mean you get to manhandle me."

Gabriel’s mouth curved. "You are already hard. I can feel it against my leg. Stop pretending this is only about the case."

He kissed Julian hard, one hand still at the back of his neck, the other gripping his hip. Julian made a sound of protest that melted into something hungrier when Gabriel’s tongue pushed into his mouth. The kiss stayed deep and demanding. Gabriel’s hips rolled forward, grinding the thick line of his cock against Julian’s.

Julian broke the kiss just enough to speak. "If you are going to fuck me over this desk, stop teasing and do it."

Gabriel’s answer was a rough laugh against his lips. He spun Julian around and bent him forward over the polished wood. Files scattered. Julian’s chest hit the surface. Gabriel yanked his trousers and briefs down in one motion, leaving them tangled at mid-thigh. Cool air touched bare skin. Then Gabriel’s palm landed on the curve of his ass and squeezed hard.

"Look at you," Gabriel murmured. "Still trying to sound in control while you are already slick for me."

His fingers slid between Julian’s cheeks, found the wetness there, and pushed two inside without preamble. Julian’s back arched. A low sound escaped him. Gabriel worked the fingers deeper, curling them, stretching him open with deliberate pressure.

"You argued every point tonight like your life depended on it," Gabriel said. "Now you are bent over my desk taking my fingers and still not asking me to stop."

Julian pushed back onto the intrusion. "I am not going to ask. Either fuck me or let me leave."

Gabriel pulled his fingers free, opened his own trousers, and freed his cock. The thick head pressed against Julian’s entrance. He pushed in with one long, steady thrust that filled Julian completely. The stretch burned in the best way. Gabriel’s hips met his ass and stayed there for a moment, letting him feel every inch.

"Fuck," Julian breathed against the wood.

Gabriel started to move. Deep, powerful strokes that rocked Julian against the desk. The mahogany was solid enough that it barely shifted. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet room. Gabriel’s hands gripped Julian’s hips hard, holding him in place while he drove in again and again.

"You feel that?" Gabriel asked, voice rough. "That is what happens when you spend hours trying to best me. I end up buried in you until you stop fighting."

Julian’s fingers curled against the edge of the desk. "Harder. If you want me quiet, make me come."

Gabriel gave him harder. The angle shifted. Every thrust dragged over the spot that made Julian’s thighs tremble. Gabriel’s knot began to swell, catching on the rim with every withdrawal. He leaned over Julian’s back, chest to shirt, mouth at his ear.

"I am going to knot you right here on this desk," he said. "Fill you so deep you will still feel it when you sit across from me tomorrow."

Julian’s answer came out strained. "Do it then."

Gabriel’s pace turned short and deep. His hand slid around and wrapped around Julian’s cock, stroking in time with the thrusts. The dual sensation pushed Julian over the edge fast. He came with a broken sound, spilling over Gabriel’s fist and the edge of the desk. His body clenched tight around the cock inside him.

Gabriel followed almost immediately. His knot locked hard. He buried himself to the hilt and pulsed deep, flooding Julian in thick, hot waves while a low growl rumbled against the back of his neck. The pressure of the knot kept every drop inside. Gabriel’s hand continued to stroke Julian through the aftershocks, slower now, smearing the mess.

They stayed locked together while their breathing slowed. Gabriel’s forehead rested between Julian’s shoulder blades. His free hand stroked along Julian’s side in slow, possessive passes.

Julian’s voice was hoarse. "The deposition continues tomorrow. This changes nothing about the case."

Gabriel’s mouth brushed the side of his throat. "No. It does not. I am still going to break your strategy. And you are still going to end up like this every time you push me too far."

When the knot finally softened enough to ease free, Gabriel pulled out slowly. He watched the slow drip of his own release down the inside of Julian’s thigh, then reached for the box of tissues on the desk and cleaned them both with efficient strokes. Julian straightened his clothes in silence. The flush on his cheekbones had not fully faded.

Gabriel fixed his own trousers and leaned against the desk, watching him. "Same time tomorrow, Counsel. Try not to look so well-fucked when the reporter comes back."

Julian picked up his briefcase. "Try not to look so pleased with yourself."

He walked to the door without another word. Gabriel stayed where he was until the elevator dinged in the hall outside, the scent of sex and rivalry still thick in the conference room air.