Page 12 of Euphoria

“We’ll see,” Colter said. “The last think that I need is for his judgey ass to get out of my office and mingle with the customers.”

Hugh chuckled, “That would be a sight to see. I think he’d make some friends here.”

“Not going to happen,” Colter grumbled. “I’m going to take these guys back to the office and then, I think we can officially open the doors.” He looked out the front window at the growing crowd. He hadn’t expected many people to show, but he was pleasantly surprised.

Hugh took his hand into his own and squeezed it. “We’ve got this, babe,” he said.

“I know,” Colter said, “I’m just a bit nervous,” he admitted.

“Well, that’s why you have me,” Hugh said. “I’m more than just an awesome boyfriend, I’m your manager. So, let me manage the bar and you just enjoy tonight.”

Colter looked Hugh over and smiled. “So, you’re my boyfriend now?” He was pushing Hugh for more than he might want to give, but he didn’t care. He was already thinking of Hugh as more than just a roommate or even a hookup. When he agreed to fall into bed with him, Colter began seeing him as his boyfriend.

“Is that okay?” Hugh asked.

“It’s more than okay,” Colter admitted. “I think of you the same way.”

“Good, so you won’t mind me introducing you as my boyfriend to the locals when or even if they ask?” Hugh questioned.

“I’d like that,” Colter agreed. “Now, let me drop these babies in the office and I’ll be right back.” He leaned in to kiss Hugh and for the first time, he didn’t care who was watching them. They might be criticized for how they live their lives, but Colter just didn’t care. Sometimes, fitting in wasn’t as important as being happy—and Hugh made him happy.

Two months had passed and the two of them had settled into an easy routine. They had decided to keep the kittens along with the mama cat. He knew that Hugh had gotten attached to them all, and when he started naming them, Colter knew that he had lost the battle to find them all homes. Hell, they had even started letting the kittens sleep with them and Melvin sometimes joined them. He often wondered what his grandfather would have thought about him not only becoming domesticated but alsoa cat dad. Colter was sure that he’d be happy that he kept his promise to take care of Melvin. That cat meant a lot to his grandpa, and now, he was one of the family—along with a clowder of kittens and their mom. His grandfather was probably laughing his head off wherever he was, and that thought made Colter smile.

“I’m ready to go into the bar,” Hugh said. “How about you?”

“Ready,” Colter agreed. He looked Hugh over and realized that his guy had just taken a shower. His dark hair was still wet, and all Colter wanted to do was mess him up again.

“You keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it into the bar, babe,” Hugh warned.

“So, we can open a little late tonight,” he said. He walked across the kitchen, sure that he looked like a lion stalking its prey.

“No, we can’t,” Hugh said. “The wait staff don’t have keys to the bar and if we don’t show up, they’ll take off. Then, when we do open, we’ll be the ones waiting and bussing tables.”

“Shit, why do you have to be so practical about everything?” Colter asked. That was one of the main things he loved about Hugh. The guy was usually on top of every situation. It was what made them complete opposites. Sure, everyone thought that he had his shit together, but that was all just smoke and mirrors. He hired Hugh as the bar’s manager because there was no way that he could manage the place. Their alcohol orders alone would drive him crazy. Hugh ran that place like clockwork with trucks coming in and out of the alleyway, delivering everything that the bar needed to stay afloat weekly.

“Because one of us has to be, babe,” Hugh said. He walked past Colter and slapped his ass. “Get that fine booty in the car. We’re going to the bar, and then, if you’re lucky, we can fool around in your office during our break.” He liked the way Hugh flirted with him, even when he seemed to be all business.

“Now, you’re talking,” Colter said, practically running out to the car. He was eager to get to the bar because he planned on taking an early break with Hugh tonight. He just hoped like hell that they weren’t too busy because spending quality time with his guy was now his priority.

They had been at work for almost five hours without a break in sight. Colter was frustrated, but Hugh seemed to all but forget his promise about hot sex in Colter’s office. They had been extremely busy, which Colter would usually consider a good thing, but tonight, all he wanted to do was bend Hugh over his desk and slip balls deep into his sweet ass.

“You seem tense,” Hugh said, looking him up and down as he walked into his office. “I think that I can help with that.” He walked around Colter’s desk and waited for whatever order Colter was going to give him. He loved that Hugh let him take control every time they were together. His guy was perfect for him, not that he was about to admit that to him. He had a feeling that kind of truth would scare Hugh off, and he didn’t want that.

“Get naked,” Colter growled. He had been waiting all night to get Hugh alone and naked in his office.

“So bossy,” Hugh teased, tugging his shirt over his head.

“You like me bossy,” Colter whispered into his ear as he kissed his way down Hugh’s neck. The moan that escaped his guy told him that he was on the right path. And when Colter hit his knees in front of Hugh as he let his cock spring free from his jeans, he knew that his guy wouldn’t last long—especially with what he had planned for him.

“So, fucking hot,” Hugh praised, running his hands through Colter’s already unruly hair. “I like it when you kneel in front of me, babe,” he teased.

Colter shot him a look and smirked, “Don’t get too used to it. I’m not a get on my knees kind of guy usually. But I’ve been dying to taste you all night.” He wrapped his hand around Hugh’s shaft, eliciting another moan from him as he pumped him in and out of his palm.

“That feels so good,” Hugh whispered, thrusting his cock at Colter, seeming to want more from him. “I need more,” Hugh demanded.

Colter chuckled and sucked his guy into his mouth, loving the way that he shoved himself to the back of his throat. Hugh might be submissive to Colter, but he wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted or needed from him.

He let Hugh use his mouth to get off and when he found his release, coming in hot ropes down Colter’s throat, he collapsed onto the leather chair behind the desk. “That was incredible, babe,” Hugh praised.

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