Page 11 of My Dear Mr. Corporate

CHAPTER 5

Bryan

“What the hell, Tate!” I cried when he plucked me from the sofa as though I weighed nothing more than a baby and settled me onto his lap. Ignoring my sound of protest, he dipped his hand into the bowl and stuffed buttery popcorn into my mouth before I could chastise him. In order not to choke, I chewed mechanically and glared at him while he laughed. God help him if he ruined another movie night for us!

“I was being concerned about your well-being,” he told me. “I thought you’d be much more comfortable sitting on my lap.”

I swallowed the last bit of the popcorn and snorted. “With that thing poking me in the rear? Hardly.”

“I still blame you.” He tilted his hips and I nearly lost my grip on the bowl. Every time he flirted with me like this, I was one step closer to throwing in the towel and ripping my clothes off. Tonight, I really wanted to watch this movie though. The first time we had tried to watch it together we had to cut it short for a horny Tate hadn’t been able to leave me alone. I had run away and locked myself in the guest bedroom for fear I would have given in to him. At first, the no-sex policy had been to get to know him without the intimacy, but now, it had become more. It seemed the more we went without, the more we wanted each other. I was willing to hold out for as long as possible.

“Get your horny mind on something else,” I told him. “Nothing’s changed. No sucking. No fucking.”

He captured the lobe of my ear between his teeth and nibbled before releasing. He blew into my ear and I suppressed the urge to giggle. “You’re a mean mean boy.” The husky tone with which he spoke into my ear caused the urge to giggle to flee. Good old-fashioned lust reared its unwanted head in its stead.

“Tate.” His name came out as a moan, a benediction. When I found myself melting against him I jerked up and climbed off his hard thighs. He chuckled in satisfaction that he had successfully gotten a rise out of me. I avoided looking at his erection because I longed for more than the buttery taste of this popcorn. I wanted the taste of his come to hit my tongue.

He smirked at me. “You know, I’m beginning to have fun with this. Sometimes I wonder who is feeling the torture more? You or me?”

“Definitely you,” I bluffed. “But what do you expect? It’s all you talk about.”

“Not true. We talked about your first day at work tomorrow.”

I pulled a face at him. “You gave me a new suit to wear and then threatened to gag me and fuck me if I complained about you spending your money on me.”

He winked at me. “Worked like a charm, didn’t it?”

I rolled my eyes, trying not to show my smile. He was incorrigible. In some ways, my big mountain man had changed and relaxed a little, but in others, he would always be my bossy grump. Each day I spent with him I fell more in love with him, although I hadn’t told him yet. I had to be sure especially about how he felt about me. This time I wanted no rush.

“If you don’t behave I’m going to bed,” I threatened.

“You’re aware of how much I’d like that, right?”

“I meant alone! Seriously, Tate can you be any hornier tonight?”

“Do you seriously want to find out the answer to that question?”

No, I didn’t. If he pushed any harder tonight I was positive I didn’t have the power or will to resist him. Everything was going too good right now. I was already feeling euphoric. Three days ago I had received the confirmation call that I had the job I had interviewed for at Ingram, and Tate was busy during the days wading his way back into work. We got along with each other fine and he treated me like his equal. Life could have never been better. Without sex. Life could never have been better without the sex.

“You need to cool off,” I told him and placed the popcorn bowl on the center table. I stuck one finger then another into my mouth to suck off the butter and saw the way his eyes followed my gesture hungrily. Served him right. I didn’t stop until all fingers were butter-free, then I gave him my best wide-eyed innocent expression. “Race you to the pool.”

“Come here,” he growled at me, but I was already off. I was used to the house and knew every crevice and corner. I grasped at my shirt and pulled it over my head, dropping it onto the floor. I could always take it up later. I had my shorts unbuttoned by the time I reached the glass sliding door. I was kicking them off my feet when I was plucked from the ground and thrown over Tate’s shoulder like a rag doll. The outside lights automatically came on illuminating us like two actors on the center stage of our lives.

“Put me down!” I squealed, erupting into laughter until I saw where he was heading. I pawed at his shoulder. “Tate, don’t you—” I shouted as I sailed in the air before hitting the water hard. I closed my mouth just before I sank. Behind me, I heard a splash. Flicking beneath the surface I swam away, the urge to laugh forcing me to break the surface. Tate was bigger and more powerful, but I tried to swim out of his reach. I was no match for him especially laughing as hard as I was. He easily wrapped his arms around me and hauled me up to his body.

Beneath the surface of the water, our legs entangled. I didn’t bother to resist him this time, knowing how useless it was.

“I can stop now if you want,” he said, his voice raw with need. “I know how important it is for you that we wait but—”

I kissed him, interrupting what he was about to say. With a groan, he pulled me even closer to him and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Slipping my hands behind his head I kissed him back, over and over as he devoured my lips. It had been so long that I’d wanted him this way. I might not have waited as long as I wanted but it had been enough. We trembled with need for each other, our eagerness making our motions a frantic and imperfect synchrony.

“Bryan,” he moaned and hoisted me a little, so he could kiss my neck. “Fuck, Bryan. I want you so much.”

“Yes,” I moaned and pressed my lower half against him, so he could feel how hard I was in my tighty-whities. I wanted him to pound me.

Tate waded with me out of the water which took ages in the huge pool. He lifted me to the edge to sit and hoisted himself out of the pool. I struggled to my feet, my legs trembling with need for him. I didn’t need to walk as he lifted me and kissed me hard, walking over to the cream-colored lounge. Placing me on my feet once more, he grasped my cock and kneaded. I bucked in his arms and clung to his shoulders.

“Bryan, I’m not going to let you do this,” he said and my eyes flicked open.

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