Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“If you’re busy, I can wait out here,” Hugh offered.
“No, not at all.” I waved him in. “Lesya understands.”
Her eyebrows rose sharply. “Oh, I understand,” she told me. “I suddenly understand quite a lot.” She gave Hugh a warm, welcoming smile as she tucked her tablet under her arm. “I’m going to go grab an early lunch. Oscar, don’t forget your salad is in the fridge.” She moved toward the door and turned back to give me a significant look. “You and I will catch up later, Oscar.” Then she left, closing the door behind her.
Her warning didn’t faze me in the slightest. The moment the latch clicked, I was on my feet and flew around my desk, grabbing Hugh and pushing him back until he was flush with the door. My mouth descended on his, devouring him.
“Haven’t seen you in days,” I grunted, grabbing his ass to hold him closer.
“I was curled up in your bed when you left the apartment this morning,” he said through a laugh.
“It feels like longer,” I told him, drawing my lips along his jaw and down his neck. Within moments, I was on my knees, opening his pants and fishing out his thick cock. I grinned, pressing a kiss to the tip in appreciation before licking down the length of him.
Hugh’s head fell back against the door with a thunk. “Tell me your office is soundproofed,” he ground out.
“Dunno, I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone in here before,” I said, taking him in my mouth. The blowjob was fast and wet. He tried to swallow back his sounds of approval, but when I palmed his sac and traced a finger around his hole, he couldn’t hold in a loud moan.
I loved getting this man off. I loved the sounds he made, the way he absolutely shattered beneath me.
“Fuck, Oscar, fuck,” he growled. His hands pressed against the door, his fingers digging into the wood as if he was afraid to reach for my head and mess up my hair.
He should have already known: I never minded getting messy for Hugh. My cock throbbed against my tight pants, and I knew I was nearing the edge. I fumbled for my belt, loosening it enough to slip my hand inside.
“I’m gonna come,” Hugh hissed. He tried pulling from my mouth, but I didn’t let him. Instead, I took him deeper. With a shattered groan, he spilled down my throat. The taste of his release was all I needed. Within a few pumps, my own cock was pulsing, cum jetting across the front of my suit.
Hugh sunk to his knees, taking my cheeks in his hands and pressing his mouth to mine. His kisses started hard but slowed, lingering. “You’re killing me.”
I grinned and pushed to my feet.
“Thank god Lesya makes me keep spare clothes here,” I teased, walking over to a discreet door in the wall that had a healthy selection of hanging clothes for all occasions in it. I quickly shucked off my dirty suit and pulled out a fresh one.
After straightening his own clothes, Hugh slumped into one of the leather chairs across from my desk and watched me dress. “And you expect me to believe this is the first time you’ve needed them because of office sex?” He was clearly teasing.
I laughed. “I promise. Definitely not. I’ve never brought a man to the office before. Even my friends don’t come here.” I stepped in front of the mirror on the back of the door and focused on tying my tie. “I don’t mix my personal life with work.”
“Then why in the world did you tell me to stop by?” Hugh demanded. He grinned mischievously. “I mean, not that I’m complaining, of course.”
I shrugged. I didn’t want to discuss all the ways Hugh was different—it was bad enough that I was breaking all my rules for him, and the last thing I wanted was for him to think it meant more than it did. “I wanted you to,” I said simply.
“Oh.” Hugh’s grin warmed. “Well, okay then.”
I finished my tie, pulling it tight and flipping the collar of my shirt back down. “Hungry?”
I knew Hugh’s schedule was tight, so I offered to share the large salad Lesya had gotten for me. We ate it together at the round table in the corner of my office as Hugh told me about the older couple he’d interviewed that morning for TikTok.
I couldn’t help smiling as he told me about how the couple had met as teens and been each other’s first love before one joined the military and their journeys took different paths. They’d both married other people, had kids, and lived very long and happy lives. When their spouses passed away, they’d each started playing chess in the park on Sunday afternoons and reconnected. They’d grab coffee after chess and reminisce, which led to dinners, then to dates, until they’d realized they’d fallen in love.