Page 31 of Overstaying His Welcome

TANK

I’m a piece of shit.

I knew this long before now, but today really solidified it. Or rather, this past week had done the job.

Because rather than talking with my team, I’d decided to avoid them until I had a better way to answer their questions. In fact, I’d decided to leave the office completely. I’d left a note on my door to say I was away and to call for emergencies only.

I wasn’t all that worried. With Memphis in contact with Kendall, I knew they’d keep digging until they found Diestro’s whereabouts. Hopefully it didn’t come down to setting up some type of sting operation to track him down. Since I didn’t really know what he wanted, we would have to probably use Chance, a fact I wasn’t ok with.

Protecting him was always a priority, even when I wasn’t in charge of it. He might have another security company on his payroll. Didn’t mean I hadn’t hacked their systems to make sure they did a good fucking job securing the most important person in my life.

And yeah, he did rank above my brother. Sue me.

I was madly in love with Chance Sheppard.

I loved my brother, but that familial bond was still blooming. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t keep him safe too.

“Why don’t we go be together AND get some food? That’s a good compromise,” Chance said, pulling me from my inner thoughts.

We were still wrapped around one another. I couldn’t bring myself to pull away from his touch. It was where I was happiest after all.

Eventually we madeour way to the kitchen. Chance went about pulling out on of his chef’s premade casserole dishes. He preheated the oven, then shoved it right in.

I chuckled. “You’re supposed to let it heat up before you do that.”

“Nah,” he said with a wink my way. “Just add like five minutes to the cook time. That’ll do it.”

“Your version of cooking is not like everyone else’s. I’m pretty sure you break the rules.”

Slowly, he walked around the large island in his kitchen. His gaze was locked on me, the teasing glint there had my cock aching to join this party.

Fuck.

Why was he so hot? And why did I never seem to get enough?

I knew my team thought I was a slut. They’d seen me flirt through the years and took it to mean I was sleeping around. The reality of me using those men to cover up my secret relationship was going to throw them all out of whack.

But I didn’t regret the ruse.

Because I knew I’d never be able to be with anyone else. Not so long as I had the opportunity to love and care for Chance Sheppard.

“You don’t mind breaking the rules, do you, T?”

The use of the old nickname sent a ripple of desire up my spine. My half hard cock went to full mast at the memories I had of him whispering it in my ear.

I wasn’t submissive.

Not in the slightest.

Chance just had a way that made me want to listen. It made me want to give in to everything he wanted, whether it was me ass up as he fucked me good, or my cock buried deep in his ass. The position didn’t matter. It was the connection I craved.

“With you, I’m breaking all the rules. You already know that.”

He smirked. “Yeah, I do. Why don’t you climb up on that counter? We’ll break a few more.”

I moved quickly to do as he said. My butt landed right as his hands reached for the waistband of my joggers. I’d dressed comfortably since I figured we’d be relaxing the rest of the evening. It wasn’t like we could go out for a night on the town. Too many eyes always watching.

And boy was I thankful for the outfit choice when he tugged down the fabric with ease, quickly exposing my hard cock. He stared at it for a moment, his bottom lip damn near trembling as his tongue swept across it.

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