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“Yeah?” He looked like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Yeah.” I watched him for a moment, the air around us crackling with some kind of unresolved tension. I wanted to say something else, but I didn’t know what. All I knew was I didn’t want to let him out of my sight again. At least, not yet.
With a sigh, he pushed off of my desk and straightened. “Well, I guess I should get going.” He brushed his hands down his shirt as if he were looking for stray crumbs or smoothing nonexistent wrinkles before looking directly at me, his deep brown eyes cutting into my soul.
My chest ached and my mind reeled for a way to stop him. I knew it was futile though, so instead, I reached for the door. Cam did, too, and our fingers brushed as we both went for the doorknob at the same time. Our bodies were in very close proximity as the two of us tried to squeeze into a space that was made for one person—a doorway. My throat felt very tight in that moment and I swallowed hard, looking to Cam for some kind of assurance that he felt the same.
Chapter Ten
Cam
Iinhaledsharplythemoment our hands brushed, electric attraction shooting down my spine. I pulled my hand away from the door and mumbled an apology.
“No, it’s okay. After you,” he said.
I reached out again for the lock on the knob. Before I had a chance to turn it, Oliver put his hand on mine.
“Hey.” His voice was soft. “Before you go, I just wanted to apologize.”
I raised my eyebrows. “For what?”
Oliver swallowed again, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he did, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. When I finally tore my gaze away from his mouth and met his eyes, the room seemed to close in on us, getting smaller and smaller until we had no choice but to step closer together. Oliver trailed his hand up my arm, causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin and my cock to thicken in my shorts.
“Getting you into this mess.” His voice was barely a whisper. He moved his fingers to my neck, and then trailed the backs of them along my cheek before turning his hand to cup my face.
My lungs were tight as I tried to draw a breath. I shook my head. “Not your fault.” I leaned into his touch, pressing my cheek into his palm.
He leaned in close. “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be stuck married to a stranger.” His breath ghosted over my lips and my stomach did somersaults, my cock aching for his touch.
Instead of answering, I let my eyes flutter closed. When he pressed his lips to mine, I inhaled again and opened for him, letting his tongue ease against my own. A groan escaped me, deep and rumbling, from the center of my chest. Oliver’s hand moved to the back of my neck and held me close, his thumb grazing the spot under my jawline that never failed to make me want more.
Our kiss was slow and sensual, our tongues moving together languidly as if we had all the time in the world. I arched my back and pushed my hips against his, and his fingers tightened against the back of my neck. The kiss continued, drawn out for several long moments before he pulled away. When I opened my eyes, he was staring directly into them. “I’m sorry about that, too,” he murmured.
I let out a shaky little laugh and searched for something to say that would lighten the moment and break the tension that was thick between us. I let a cocky grin slide onto my face. “You should be sorry about the blue balls you’re leaving me with, Chef.”
Without hesitation, Oliver reached his free hand down and cupped my hard length, pressing his palm into it and giving me some desperately wanted friction. I whimpered shamelessly when he released me, wanting more. He pulled my hand to his groin and guided me to touch him. “You’re not the only one.” His cock was hard as steel and scorching hot through his clothes.
I gathered all my courage and nodded, licking my lips. “I can do something about that.” Before he had a chance to say another word, I dropped to my knees on the tile floor. He didn’t protest, so I unbuttoned his fly and tugged his zipper down, working his pants to mid-thigh, and freed his cock. When it sprang loose, my stomach did another flip, and my own cock throbbed, precum leaking from the tip.
Without waiting for him to give me the go-ahead—or second-guess what we were doing, which was probably more likely—I sucked him into my mouth and into my throat as eagerly as I could.
Oliver let out a sharp hiss and his hands flew to the back of my head, tangling in my hair and gripping firmly at the strands. He wasted no time in losing himself, and soon he was fucking wildly into my mouth. I loved every second of it, desperate to have more of him, to have all of him. I stroked his shaft and balls with my hands, trying to suppress the needy groans I so desperately wanted to let out. Precum leaked from him and spread on my tongue, salty and sweet. I rocked back and forth as he fucked into me, riding the waves of his pleasure.
His breathing tightened and I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Oliver was looking down at me and when our gazes met, he swore under his breath and released my hair, pulling his cock free of my mouth. Dread pooled deep down in the pit of my stomach, as I braced myself to hear the words of regret that he was certainly about to speak.
Instead, he pulled me to my feet and kissed me ferociously, thrusting his tongue into my mouth the way his cock had been just moments ago. His chest heaved as we kissed and he nipped at my bottom lip before pulling away.
“Turn around,” he whispered.
Lust coursed through me and I scrambled to follow his instructions, suppressing the urge to let out a “Yes, Chef.” Instead, with fumbling hands I unfastened my shorts and let them fall to the floor, bending over his desk and pressing my palms flat against the surface to brace myself.
“Shit,” he hissed.
I craned my neck and looked back at him. “What’s wrong?” I prayed he wasn’t about to pull the plug on our encounter, my ass aching to be filled by his thick, leaking cock.
“No condom.” “I’m on PrEP. And my last test was negative for everything.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, taking in what I’d said.
Oliver nodded. “Me too. Both of those.” He shoved his pants farther down before dropping to his knees behind me. I was only confused for a fraction of a second before his broad, rough hands spread my ass wide and he leaned in to spit on my hole.
