“I asked if you’re going with us to Jacks on Friday?”
Just the mention of Jacks makes my dick perk up like some kind of Pavlovian response. I’ve lost count of the number of times I've blown Eric in the bathroom of Jacks, or he’s fucked me senseless in the store cupboard we stumbled upon a few months ago. It's a miracle we haven't gotten caught yet. I’m pretty sure the owner knows what we are up to and is just leaving us to it. What a guy.
“Jordy! Where is your mind drifting off to? If I didn’t know you so well, I would’ve thought you were in love or something.” Pete tilts his head to the side, curls bouncing cutely.
“You take that back, Sunshine. We don’t use the L-word in this house. Just like we do not talk about Bruno.” I can’t even form the word out loud. I’m incapable of saying it. On the plus side, my dick has deflated faster than a popped balloon at the mere suggestion I’m in love. Shudder.
“Yeah, yeah. One day the love bug will bite you in the ass and I can’t wait to see you get all infected with schmoopiness.” He smirks at me. He’s lucky his big bear boyfriend is standing next to him, or I might have flicked his nutsack.
“Never. Gonna. Happen.” I pause and clap after every word for his benefit, while herding them toward the door.
“So what about this Friday? You, me and the guys hogging the dance floor at Jacks?” He pumps his eyebrows at me like he needs to to convince me with anything other than dancing. “It’s going to be fun, come on. Pretty please?” He’s making puppy dog eyes at me now.
“It’s like you don’t even know me. I’ll come straight from work.As ifI would miss the chance to dance with all that Savage Ink man meat.” I shoot him a smug smile. “We both know it wouldn’t be half as fun without me. Maybe I can even convince Carter and Ro to let me be the meat in their sandwich.”
“I definitely want to see that,” Gavin blurts, and I laugh at Pete’s shocked expression as Gavin scrambles to save himself. “Carter and Roman would break you like a twig. Have you seen the size of their arms?”
My grin grows wider. “Why, yes I have. I am more than happy for them to break me. What a way to go.” I sigh wistfully, making Gavin laugh.
I wave off my friends and close the door behind them before making a mad dash to the shower. I love my bestie and I love our dinner dates together. Ever since he moved in with Gavin, we have these once a week. Sometimes Gavin joins us, like tonight, but sometimes it's just me and Pete, and I love that he still values our friendship as much as he did when we were roommates. I wouldn’t normally rush them out, but tonight Eric will be here in a little over thirty minutes, and he’s annoyingly prompt for our fuck dates. Meaning I have to wash my ass, apply my makeup, and choose underwear that will make him do that growling thing I like so much.
Guilt briefly crosses my mind that I’m still hiding the fact I’m quite regularly sleeping with my boss. Really, I have no reason not to tell people—Pete especially—but I just can’t bring myself to do it. Things are simple right now. I love my job, and Eric and I are in a great routine, working together like a well-oiled machine. The oil is jizz in this case. We work hard, Eric fucks me harder, and neither of us have any interest in it being more than that.
If I know my family and friends, they will take the knowledge that I’m regularly sleeping with the same person and fucking run with it all the way to marriage and adoption. Just because we have been fucking for six months does not mean there is more to it. We don’t go on dates, we rarely have sleepovers, and our conversations are either about work or my ass. This is not a relationship. Maybe a situationship at best. Withholding this particular juicy gossip from my loved ones is a must.
Shoving away the small twinge of guilt I feel, I rush from the bathroom, pull on a red leather jock, add my signature lashes, then wait for the doorbell to ring. I sit there scrolling mindlessly through TikTok, my cock straining against the tight leather that holds it hostage.
CHAPTER 9
Eric
Jordan blew into my life like a hurricane. Given his stellar references and interview, I knew he would be good at his job. But somehow, I still underestimated him. In all my years working with paralegals, I have never met one as invested, as thorough, and as passionate about our cases as Jordan. I haven’t asked why he never went for the bar exam. He would make an incredible attorney, but something tells me he knows that, yet chooses to stay on his current career path. Which is good for me, that's for sure. He has whipped all of my cases into shape, and has done so much research for them that my late nights at the office are behind me. I never realized I had a competency kink until now. Thank fuck he didn't tuck that cute ass away after our first fuck and rule out any kind of repeat performance. I mean, I wouldn't have blamed him if he did. Having him work for me isn’t the way I would have wanted to reconnect, either, but there was literally no chance I was gonna pass up his offer for seconds, thirds and forty-fifths.
We’ve now had six months of working cohesively together, both at the office and in the bedroom. Unsurprisingly, he is the boss in both. I overheard him on a call with a prosecutor the other day, and I swear I was biting my knuckles and strangling my dick to try and stop it escaping my pants. Every time I look at Jordan or I see how amazing he is at his job, I count my lucky fucking stars that he was open to this situationship. I don’t think I've had this much sex in my whole life. I feel like a horny teenager again. The second work is finished for the day, all I want to do is bend him over my desk and make him cry out my name. He’s so beautiful when he comes that way.
I hear a loud knock, but I'm too busy picturing Jordan sitting at home waiting for me to pay it much attention. My office door bursts open and Jackson saunters in, grinning across at me.
“Well, well, well. Somebody looks happy.” He laughs, wiggling his eyebrows as he leans against the door frame.. “Come on, spill it. Who is he?”
“Who?” I try to act nonchalantly. “No idea what you’re talking about.”
“You forget I’ve known you since before you had pubes. I know that face. You’re fucking someone.”
I roll my eyes at his vulgar words, but have to bite back a laugh at the same time. I absolutely had a look on my face just now, so he ain’t wrong. However, it will be a cold day in hell before I admit that my best friend is right about anything.
“I didn’t realize you were paying such close attention to my sex life.” My eyebrow quirks up at him and he just shakes his head, walking across the expanse of my office and dropping into the chair facing my desk.
“I need to be invested in somebody's sex life, mine is non-existent. This case is vicious. I will never understand why parents use their children as weapons.” He shakes his head and scrubs his hand down his face. I admire Jackson for going into family law, but I certainly don’t envy it. “So come on, Smithy. Let me live vicariously through you. Who is it?”
“How about instead of talking about my dick, we head out when your case is over and get your dick wet?” I offer as I shut down my laptop and tidy off my desk. All this talk of dicks has me even more antsy to get to Jordan's place.
“Heck yeah, it’s been what? Six months since we went out together?”
I do the math in my head. Huh, I guess it has been that long.
“Well, since you clearly can’t get laid without my help, I guess I better make myself available to the less fortunate.” I’m making fun of him, but I know he won’t take offense. That’s the way we are with each other—like brothers, but less annoying.
“How gallant of you.”
