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“It’s not fair if it’s just me,” he panted.
I put up no resistance; I had lost all interest in stopping what was happening between us. It felt too good to be with him.
The heat was building in the base of my shaft, throbbing with every pump. “I’m going to cum,” I moaned.
He chuckled, the bastard. “That was fast.”
It didn’t matter if he made fun of me, I couldn’t hold it for much longer. But neither could he.
We came at almost the same time, our voices echoing in the small bathroom. Shit, I had gotten so wrapped up in him that I had forgotten where we were. We were more than lucky that no one came in.
I leaned back, resting against the walls of the stall. Richard had grabbed some toilet paper to clean us up, but thankfully nothing got on our clothes. My mind was still reeling from the release, but I felt calmer than I had in days.
Richard chucked the toilet paper into the toilet and we fixed ourselves up as best we could. We didn’t speak as we left the stall, pausing to wash our hands and straightening up in front of the mirror.
He was the first to break the silence. “Have dinner with me tomorrow.”
I didn’t look at him as I fixed my tie, focusing instead on smoothing down the new wrinkles in my suit. There was only one answer I could give him.
“It’s a date.”
Chapter Five
“Are you gay?”
Richard stared at me, his fork stopped in mid-air. “Do you really need to ask that after we’ve already fucked?”
Yes, actually. I did. I needed to know that he wasn’t just playing around with me.Not that I wanted him to be serious about me or anything. I just didn’t want to be a toy for some straight guy to play with.
When I didn’t deny it he finished his bite, chewing on the pan-seared salmon before giving me my answer. “I’m gay.”
A tiny lump dislodged from my throat. Hearing him say it made me feel more at ease.
“Then that makes you, Daphne, and Marina. How’d you end up with an office like that?”
He smirked. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed Ben always hanging around Oliver?”
I blinked. “No…but he’s his driver, it makes sense for him to be there.”
Richard only shrugged, his eyes focused on the meal in front of him. Was Oliver gay? And Ben? I hadn’t spent nearly as much time with Oliver as I had with Daphne, but we were friendly enough when the occasion called for it. Ben I had rarely spoken to, since he was usually in and out with Oliver.
Interesting. I shook my head and took a long sip of my cocktail. “So it’s your whole office, then. Does William know?”
“I’m sure he knows about his kids, and he’s always been close with Ben’s father. Since Daphne and Marina are together he must know about her. As for me? I doubt it. I think Oliver suspects it, but I try to keep my personal and professional life separate.”
That sent my brow all the way up. “Then what do you call this?”
We were eating together in a 4-star hotel restaurant, and I was sure he had booked us a room - though he hadn’t said anything yet. Even I had said it was a date, though I had been half joking. If this wasn’t a combination of personal and professional I didn’t know what was.
The corners of his lips quirked up as he let his eyes run down my chest. “A special exception.”
An unrepentant eagerness dipped at the base of my stomach. I had always felt a certain aloofness from Richard. Though I had acknowledged him in passing, there had been a distance neither of us tried to cross. That distance had closed, without my noticing.
There was an itch I couldn’t seem to scratch; a yearning in my muscles. I stretched out my foot, tentatively, until I made contact with his. The recklessness rushed to my head. While the lighting in our little corner of the restaurant was dim, the tablecloths inconveniently stopped halfway to the floor. But I wanted to tease him, to torment him; and I didn’t know why.
Richard said nothing as my foot crept upward, pressing lightly against the inside of his leg. I wished I could be bold enough to slip off my shoe and delve deeper between his thighs, but that was a step too far. It didn’t matter. The flush that crept over his tanned skin was enough to know I had been successful.
“Are you finished?” he rasped.
