Chapter Twelve
Eli
I’m taking a big chancehere and it could easily get my ass fired. But I need him to know. I want Mark to know how I feel about him.
I stare up into the eyes of the man I’ve fallen for, my fingers trembling with uncertainty about what he’ll do with me. Will he push me away? Tell me to stop? Scream at me? Fire me?
“I’m sorry I walked out on you, Mark. I’m sorry I judged you or pressured you. Please let me apologize.”
All day long I felt like a pressure cooker...the intensity of being around Mark without being able to touch him or kiss him or feel him drove me insane. It’s brought me to my knees in pleading supplication to beg him for just a little bit more.
One more time. One more taste. One more fuck.
Anything to help me move on.
Why am I always attracted to unavailable men? What is wrong with me that I can’t get past this attraction to Mark Olsen? Am I that much of a masochist?
Surprisingly, though, Mark hasn’t stopped or admonished me. He just stares down at me in silence, a dark searing glow emanating from his half-lidded eyes; prompting me to continue. His length, already semi-hard and pressing against his slacks, is now fully erect as I palm him through the soft pleated material. His moans fill the office and urge me on.
His hand covers my cheek, his thumb stroking my jaw with gentle compassion.
“Eli, you’re not the one who needs to apologize. I was a complete asshole.”
Mark encircles my wrists putting a stop to my progression. He drops them to his lap and leans forward so we’re eye-to-eye, the tips of our noses touching. A connection of our flesh.
It pierces me through my heart. Through my soul.
His eyes close for a moment, as if trying to regain his composure. When he opens them again, they’re filled with warmth. Hunger. Acceptance.
“You scared me...or, rather, this intense attraction to you scared me. I thought I had everything figured out until I met you. I thought I knew who I was. Who I was meant to be. I was so certain of the direction my life was going and then just like that...” he snaps his fingers and I blink. “Just like that, Eli, you appear and throw me off course. Please explain that to me. What the fuck is that all about?”
I grin, knowing my dimples pop out for added affect. “Maybe it was time for a little shake up, doc.”
“Don’t I know it.”
He surges forward, locking his lips with mine. Commanding me to open with a jab of his tongue, sweeping it between the seam and diving into my mouth. It’s hunger and need, prompted by desperation.
Everything around us stops for the moment. The sounds of a busy hospital corridor outside these walls; the beeping of machines and monitors, the hum and vibration of voices. It swirls in and around us but doesn’t distract us from our mission.
To connect. To be one. To be together.
I struggle with his zipper like a fumbling teenager in the dark, finally pulling it down and pushing open the material. Burrowing underneath his briefs, I find his hard erection, hot and smooth, straining in my hand as I grip him at the base.
It earns me a long, exaggerated groan.
Mark’s eyes dart to the door and the edges of my lips quirk up into a knowing smile.
“I locked it.” I confirm.
As if that’s all he needs to know, he relaxes and leans back in his director’s chair and spreads his legs wider.
“You are so bad for me, Boy Scout,” he scolds playfully. “But so, so good.”
This wasn’t in my plan when I came in to apologize. It’s not like I purposefully came here to get on my knees and suck him off, searching for absolution. It wasn’t my intention to throw him off guard with sexual pleasure, but I couldn’t stop myself if I tried. The moment I saw him this morning, and every moment since, this is all I could think about. Getting my mouth and hands on him again.
Unless he emphatically told me no, in which case I would have scurried home like a kicked puppy, my tail hidden between my legs, I knew I needed to touch him in some way. Show him how much I need him.
The confines of his slacks are tight, so I work them down to his knees, baring the tops of his thighs, the dark hair leading a trail up to his cock. I revel in the soft feel of his legs, running my fingers toward the prize.
