“It will, and you know it. But we can try. What’s there to lose? What’s worth more than a chance at happiness?”
His mouth hung open searching my face until he started laughing. Slowly at first, it built into a hysteria. “Hiring you was the best decision FinCrest ever made.”
“Thanks.”
He sat back and ran a hand down his face, wiping away the deranged smile. He glared at me, then looked away.
“Goddamnit, Mason.”
Alec exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. His jaw tensed and released. His eyes bore into me.
“Fine.” His voice was rough. “No promises, nothing concrete or serious. But… you’re right. There’s no way I’m leaving here without you.”
Joy burst through me, fire in my lungs, and starlight in my soul. My eyes watered, and my throat closed. I wanted to fling myself on him and kiss his lips raw. But I kept my composure.
I said, “Come downstairs with me. Right now.”
Alec looked exhausted. Gone through the ringer, and far from sharing my elation. He glared at me again, but the corner of his lip curled.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I doubt Deven wants to watch us do whatever you have in mind while on the phone with his girlfriend.”
“Fuck, I forgot about him.”
“I hope you don’t forget about your Jr. Rep. too often, Blackwood.”
Blackwood…
“Uh, no, I don’t,” I said.
“My place isn’t far, however.”
“Seriously?”
His stare could melt me, kill me, or arouse me. The one he gave me did all of those and more. He said nothing as he stood.
I sat still for a moment, frozen under his eye, but smiled when his brow twitched. He said, “C’mon Blackwood.”
With a deep breath, I stood to follow him but stopped myself from saying,Yes, sir.
Chapter Seventeen
“Strip, Blackwood. It’s been too long since I’ve seen you naked,” Alec boomed before I closed his apartment door.
The space was modern, scented with teak and pine, and immaculate. No sharp edges, all curves, and circles in rich greens and deep browns like a Restoration Hardware marketing shoot. The table was set as if he were expecting fancy guests. As I shed my clothing in his doorway, I realized Alec’s company must have been doingwell.
It had been so long since I heard the dominant timber of Alec’s voice, or that look of veiled starvation behind his glasses. I was raging hard before my first button was open.
I had said, “Yes, sir,” but was already stripping because I wanted to be naked. I needed him to see me. Needed that hunger in his eyes to grow to the point he broke and fucked me so hard I couldn’t breathe.
My cock head was angry red and sopping wet. The shaft pulsed and throbbed in front of me. I knew I looked good, but I kept any cockiness at bay. Though, if I was correct and Alecwanted me to put on a show for him, I’d spray my seed all over his expensive-looking tile after two strokes.
“Fucking hell.” He was already out of breath. The thin fabric of his tight slacks formed an obscene tent from his erection. “Better than I remember.”
“Been killing it at the gym, sir.”
“Good boy,” his face cracked, revealing a wicked grin. “I wanted to watch you touch yourself, but from the looks of it, you won’t last long.”
“No, sir. I’ll come with a single stroke. This is the most aroused I’ve been in a year. Maybe ever.”
