“Fuck!” his boss swore. “Just get the fuck out of my office.” He waved him away with his hands.
“Oh, but didn’t you want to see me? Charity mentioned something.”
“Yeah, and I saw you. Obviously, you are doing a-fucking-okay. So okay that you are literally fucking your partner. So yeah, I’d say your living situation is fine. Get out.”
“Aww, don’t be mad. You are still my number one person,” Harlow said in a fake ass, gushing voice.
“I’m just going to pray no one finds out, and that you die during an assignment. Why couldn’t you have beenINthe house when it exploded, and have saved me the headache, huh?”
Harlow burst out laughing, and pretended to clutch at his chest as if in pain. “How cruel!” Still laughing, he stood up and started out, but felt the need to irritate the man just a bit more. “Let me know when you have updates from my insurance, okay, boss? Thanks!”
“Fuck off!” Tony growled.
* * *
Foxx looked backtowards Tony’s office when he heard a door open. Harlow walked out, looking to be laughing. He raised a brow at him as the man approached. “What did Tony want?”
Harlow shrugged. “Nothing important. He just wanted to confirm something.”
He frowned. “Something? I thought he needed to see us both?”
“Nothing for you to worry about. And he doesn’t now.” The human looked towards Charity and asked, “We done here?”
Charity, who was sitting down at her desk, looking through the paperwork he had handed in, peered up. She instantly began to eye Harlow suspiciously, but eventually she just nodded and said, “You are good to go. Foxx went over everything while you no doubt were fucking around, honey bunches.”
“Right, as long as we are done. Follow me, Foxx.”
Foxx blinked, confused when Harlow grabbed his arm and began to drag him down a random hallway, but not in the direction of the exit.
“Where are we going?” Foxx asked.
Harlow didn't answer him, and instead suddenly stopped, opened a door, and dragged him inside.
Foxx stared wide-eyed as he found himself pinned against a shelf in some sort of cupboard, the human towering over him.
Harlow licked his lips, staring down at him with a smirk. It was pretty clear what he wanted. And damn did his body react—despite the ridiculousness of being in a fucking cupboard, his cock perked right up.
“Pants off,” Harlow ordered.
Foxx spluttered. “I-I am not having sex in a tiny, cramped cupboard! We’re at work!”
There was like a few inches of space between them at most, and they were literally at work!
The human smirked smugly. “You say that, but…” Harlow reached down and groped him.
Foxx squeaked, cheeks heating in both embarrassment and anger as the man squeezed his erection.
“Fine, but quickly!” he whisper yelled. “And quietly,” he added, while he slipped out of his shoes, and pulled his trousers and boxer briefs down then off.
“I am not the one who needs to be quiet.”
“Shut up, human, and get to it. I am not getting caught in here. Also, you better have lube.”
Harlow reached into his jacket and pulled something out, holding it up. Foxx eyed the small packet, and realized it was a single-use thing of lubricant.
“Where the fuck did you get that?”
“Hotel front desk when I checked us out.”
