I hit send before I could think better of it.
Maybe add my picture next topatheticorwhipped.
He replied almost immediately, which I hadn’t expected.
Silas
I want all of it. I know we have to negotiate it a little, but I do want to do it with you.
Can you talk?
He answered by calling me.
“Silas.”
“Hi.” He sounded winded, quiet.
“Are you sure you can talk right now?”
“I’m in the conference room alone. I have time,” he said.
“I’ll never ask anything of you that will put you in harm’s way, Silas. I’ll never make a demand of you that will jeopardize any of your relationships, including ours.”
“I know,” he whispered. “I want that to be enough. I want to start, and I want…”
“What do you want, sweetheart?” My fingers flexed into a fist, relaxed, flexed again.
“I want you,” he said, clearing his throat. “I wantyou.”
“Send me a text with your sexual limits before the end of the day. Is that clear?”
A soft moan. “Yes, Marshall.”
“Do you have plans after work?”
“If we don’t have plans, I have plans with Lincoln, but?—”
“Do you need to spend time with him tonight?” I asked. “Since you were with me last night?”
“I can do both,” Silas said. “I can have dinner with him and then come over afterward.”
“I want the list before you get to my house.”
“I understand.”
Heat burned between my legs for how much I wanted this man. For how out of my mind the merethoughtof him made me.
“Good boy, Silas.”
He whimpered.
He fucking whimpered.
“I’ve got to go,” he said quickly, sounding more hushed than he had before. “I’ll see you later.”
The call disconnected loudly in my ear, and I dropped the phone onto my desk with a groan.
I was going to put Silas’s father out of work for good, which would in turn put Silas out of a job. We both knew it, but neither of us had ever discussed it. I had a new brother, and that news was going to be received about as well as a grenade. I was in a relationship with someone almost half my age, and I didn’t feel bad about it in the slightest.
