“Thank you. I’ve just received this amazing facial.” He wipes at his forehead. “I mean… you said a lot, but that was…a lot, a lot,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief.
I can’t help but chuckle, taking the towel back and gently wiping his face.
“Yeah, well… consider this your warning label.” I point to my dick. “Handle with care.”
He snorts, brushing at his hair. “Warning label? I think you mean ‘Geyser Alert.’”
I grin, leaning a little closer. “Fair. But you seemed to enjoy it.”
He nods eagerly, and I wipe his lips before planting a gentle kiss.
“You are something else,” I say. “In all the best ways.”
After I’ve finished helping him with round one of his clean up, he heads into the bathroom to wash up. When he returns, hair damp and face rosy, and reaches for his clothes on the floor, I’m overtaken by the urge to keep him here. Close. Naked.
“Wait.” I hold out a hand. “C’mere first.”
He pauses then takes my hand, climbs onto my lap, and snuggles into my chest.
“There we go.” I run my hand along his back.
His small, warm, naked body fits against me like he was made for this spot, and the steady drum of his heart beats against my torso.
The room smells like scotch, sweat, semen, and satisfaction. My muscles hum, loose and warm, but my heart still races. He’s still here. Still real. And somehow, that makes everything else fall away.
For a second, I think—this is it. This could be something. This feels like mate material.
But then I remember. The entire company rests on my shoulders. We have to focus on winning the campaign with the city. That’s what matters. If I let myself fall, if Iblur that line with him, it won’t just be a mistake—it’ll be a weakness. And weakness is the one thing I can’t afford.
“That was fun, but… but...”
He looks up at me. “But what?”
“Jamie, you’re brilliant. And you’re… irresistible.” I grimace at my word choice. “But I’m your boss. I’m everyone’s boss. I can’t risk—” I shake my head. “This has to stay between us. Tonight only.”
He nods, but I can see the disappointment on his face. He doesn’t look convinced, but he also doesn’t move away.
Part of me wants to tell him I’ve wanted him since the moment I saw him behind Vanessa’s desk. But I bite my tongue.
Jamie nods again, lips pulled in, and says, “Got it. Tonight only.”
The air between us hangs thick, still buzzing, both of us pretending like we didn’t just set something on fire that’s impossible to extinguish.
8
DINNER WITH THE CEO
MAGNUS
Well,that was stupid. I should know better. But the way he looked at me. The way his hair smelled like a Christmas candy cane I wanted to lick. The way he stared at my horns like they were some kind of holy relic—it scrambled my brain. And fine, I was horny. Extremely horny. But I’m always horny. Really, it’s a full-time condition at this point. Dating someone at work isn’t the brightest idea. Maybe I could work this into a friends-with-benefits situation. Something chill like the young folks do. Casual.
Except… nothing about Jamie feels casual.
No one’s looked at me like that in years. Not since Paul. I thought he might be my mate, but it endedbecause I was too focused on work. All these years gone, and I’ve convinced myself I’m better off alone.
It’s Friday, and I’ve had three meetings with Jamie this week. Each one has been an exquisite kind of torture. Sitting across from him, nodding like I care about earned media and slogans, while all I can think about is the way his beautiful lips looked stretched around my thick cock. The way his ass trembled under my tongue. Imagining him taking me. Wanting to plow into his sweet hole. His naked body curled against my chest in the chair after.
Easy, Magnus.
