Page 38 of The Swap After Hours

I braced myself for whatever would come next. Anger, revulsion, betrayal, whatever it was, I would let him have his say and then I would apologize and pray that he didn’t quit on the spot. What if he does quit and I never see him again? The thought caused an ache in my chest.

He was still staring at me when I lifted my head, only I didn’t see any of the things I’d imagined. Instead, all I saw was concern. “Are you okay, Donovan?” he asked softly.

My knees buckled with relief and I realized I’d been a total ass. I should have been taking care of him. Making sure he was all right. He was the one who had just kissed a man for the first time, he was the one who had put his job on the line by asking if he could kiss me, and yet I was the one having a meltdown, albeit inside my own head.

“I’m fine. The real question should be, how are you?”

He lifted one shoulder then let it drop. “Honestly? I’m worried about your reaction. Are you angry with me?”

I ran my hands over my face and let out a humorless laugh. I really was an asshole. Dropping my hands back down, I looked at him. “Let’s sit down. We should talk.”

Trevor’s mouth stretched into a thin line, but he followed me to the living area and sat down next to me on the couch. Sweat beaded across his brow and he fidgeted his hands in his lap. “Is this where you fire me?”

My eyes widened. “Fire you? Hell no. I’m not going to fire you.”

That seemed to relax him but only a little. “Then why are you acting like this?”

“Like what exactly?”

He frowned. “Like you’re pissed off and maybe about two seconds from punching something…or someone.”

I sighed. “I’m sorry if that’s how my reaction came across, but I assure you, I’m not angry. At least not with you.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’m mad at myself. I’m your boss and therefore, I should know better. I never should have crossed that line. I only hope you can forgive me,” I said solemnly.

His brow pinched as he leaned toward me. “Forgive you? You make it sound like you pushed me into doing something I didn’t want. Donovan, I asked you for the kiss. It was my idea. I wanted it. I wanted to kiss you.”

“But I’m your boss. There are lines in place for a reason and I crossed it tonight,” I argued.

Trevor rolled his eyes. “We’re both intelligent adults who take their job seriously. I think we can tell the difference between business and pleasure and act accordingly. Unless you’re saying you don’t trust yourself to keep your hands off me.” His lips twisted up in a smirk and I laughed. Freaking laughed in the middle of a serious conversation. What was this man doing to me?

“I’m trying to be serious.”

“Who says I wasn’t?” he said with a cheeky grin. He sobered up when I sent him a mock glare. “Okay, fine. My point is, we’re both professionals. I’m still going to show you respect at work and I know you’ll do the same for me. You can trust me, you know? I would never use you or betray you in any way, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“It’s not. At all. I do trust you,” I responded easily. He gave me a skeptical look. “Seriously, I do. More than I’ve ever trusted anyone besides my mother.”

His eyes softened. “I’m glad. I trust you too. You’re a good man, Donovan Marshall.”

Relief coursed through me as I realized I hadn’t messed everything up and he wasn’t about to walk out of my life. “So are you. But there’s more for you to consider than just whether or not you trust me. You don’t even know if you like men…in that way, or not,” I reminded him.

He nodded seriously. “You’re right. I don’t know if I like men, but I do know I like you, and if there was any part of me that still wasn’t sure, that kiss cleared it up. Look, I don’t know what all of this means, whether I’m gay or bisexual or what, and frankly, it doesn’t really matter to me what we call it. But there’s one thing I do know for sure and it’s that I find you sexy as hell. I was attracted to you from the first time I saw you, I just didn’t realize that’s what it was. And once I saw you at the swap party…well, that’s all I’ve been able to think about. So, the question is, are you attracted to me? Do you want me the same way I want you?”

“Yes,” came my guttural reply. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I’ve tried so hard to fight my attraction to you, but I can’t do it anymore. I want you too much.”

Trevor leaned in closer, and I felt my body swaying towards him, pulled by an invisible thread. “Show me,” he whispered, warm breath ghosting over my cheek.

I didn’t need any more coaxing, trusting him to tell me if I went too far or did anything he didn’t like. Sliding my hand around the back of his neck, I pulled him in for a kiss, going slower than I had the first time, taking the time to savor the feel of his lips, the taste of his tongue.

The scent of him enveloped me as our tongues danced together, overloading my senses and erasing everything else in the world but him. He became my sole focus as I slipped my hands around his waist, urging him to come closer.

Trevor continued kissing me as he swung a leg up and over my thighs so he could straddle my lap. My fingers dug into his hips, as his cock brushed against mine through our pants. He was hard as stone, further proof he liked what was happening.

I lifted my hips, pressing our erections together so he could see what he was doing to me, how he was driving me wild. He moaned into our kiss, and I swallowed it down, greedy for more. I wanted to hear all his passionate little sounds, to make him blind with lust until he lost all control.

His fingers gripped my shoulders, holding on as I rocked my hips, providing the friction we so desperately needed. My eyes rolled back in my head as he deepened the kiss, his tongue making me crazy as it swirled around mine. One thing was for certain, Trevor definitely knew how to kiss. I could only imagine how amazing his mouth would feel on other parts of my anatomy.

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