Page 56 of The Work Trip


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“That’s not what I meant. Obviously, that’s great. But I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to.”

“Don’t know if you’ll ever be able to, what? Love someone enough to settle down?”

“No. I just mean, like…”

“What do you mean, Mason?”

“How? Why? Like, how would someone even know? Why would they want that?”

“I want that. And I know.”

“What do you know?”

“I know I love you.”

A sharp buzzing filled my skull. I didn’t know how to respond.

“Do you love me too?” he asked.

“Yes.” It came out without consent. Once it was, there was no going back.

Alec’s face both melted and lit up. Relief and joy wrapped into one. I didn’t want to take it back, and I couldn’t even if I did. Not with him looking at me like that. Regardless, it made my skin crawl, my heart beat faster, and the urge to run a mile in any direction worse.

He kissed me, and I kissed him back. It made me dizzy in both the best and worst ways. I couldn’t keep myself upright and fell into him. Alec held me, and we kissed again, his sense of giddiness rising.

Alec laid me back on the couch. Our lips never parted as he chased me down. He groped me to an erection while his tongue scoured my mouth. I lifted my arms at his prompting and shed my shirt, only for him to latch onto my nipple.

I loved it when he ravished me. Kissing, licking, and biting his way down the trunk of my body until he’d unleash my cock and suck it down. The perfect way to get me in the mood for a good hard fucking. But that’s not what I was feeling. My body was. Including my already leaking cock—it was always ready for Alec—but my head was giving me problems.

I told myself to shut up and enjoy the sexy, horny man on top of me. And that everything else meant little. Maybe I did love him. Maybe I loved what he did to and for me. It didn’t matter. Not when he was making me moan.

Alec released my nipple, but instead of continuing southward, he moved up. I licked my lips, expecting his kiss. He stared at me instead.

“I want to go to HR and make this official,” he said before devouring my mouth.

My lips didn’t move with his, my tongue stayed flaccid in my mouth, and my fingers released his back. It took me several long seconds to react. I didn’t even push him off me.

“What did you say?” I said, my voice muffled by his mouth’s assault.

He moved to my neck, speaking between licks and nips. “I don’t want to hide this anymore. It’s getting old. Now we both know we love each other, we can move forward. The first step is to inform HR, and allow them to reassign you if needed.”

“What the fuck?” I breathed.

Misinterpreting my meaning, he switched to the other side of my neck and said, “Don’t worry. They won’t reassign you. We land too many accounts and work too well together.”

“Alec…” he continued slurping at my neck skin, “Alec… ALEC, stop!”

I had to push him off me. He was so confused, miles away from understanding.

“What? Did I bite too hard?” he asked.

I pulled my body out from under him. “No. That’s not… I don’t… we can’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Go to HR. Tell the whole damn company. Make this… a thing.”

“What? Why not? You just said you loved me. I love you, too. It’s the logical next step.”