Page 88 of Third Time Lucky

I still can’t use the key. That makes this something more. I want it, but I can’t have it. “Again,” I groan when he swivels his hips mid thrust and hits me just right. “Don’t stop.”

“I can’t. It feels too damn good,” he whispers harshly against my neck before sucking the flesh there. His rigid arousal stretches me wide, taking up every inch, filling me. Owning me. He’s everywhere and I’m too close to hold off.

I shift to grip my erection and his hand covers mine over my cock. He’s guiding me. Controlling my pleasure. My climax.

“Come for me,” he growls. “I’m hungry, Joey. Give it to me so I can suck it off my fingers.”

Oh God.

“Coming,” I shout into the desk, the only warning before I feel that bang again, but this time he’s coming with me. Both of us shake and cling to each other as it crashes into us, destroying everything in its wake and leaving our remains in the quiet office, the echoes of our cries still fading into the old brick.

“Mother of balls,” I mutter, my sweaty face plastered to a Post-it. Where did that come from?

He chuckles weakly against my back. “You’re killing me.”

“You’re an athlete in your prime. I’m the sedentary businessman who might not survive our association.”

He levers himself off of me and slaps my ass. Playfully this time. “Then let me help you up, old man.”

“Fuck off.” I’m only a year older than he is. Though if we’re counting maturity, he’s actually got seniority due to his refusal to even enter my castle.

I watch him lick his fingers as promised and I whimper. And then he’s helping me clean up and readjusting my clothes, using every excuse to kiss me. Touch me. He does this. Treats me sweetly after taking over during sex. I like it more than I should.

I love it.

“Not to break the mood, but I still need to go through a few of these deliveries. Make sure the orders match up with the receipts. Want to join me?”

“Fun.” I smirk at him as I button my pants. “More unpacking? It’ll be just like old times.”

His smile is almost tender. “I’ll rub your back after.”

“It’s a date.”

He pats the desk and heads for the stairs. “Let me grab us some waters from the cooler and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

As I watch Elliot disappear, it takes me a minute to notice my pocket is buzzing. I slip out my phone and see several missed text messages from Tani.

T-Diddy:Did you see what’s happening?!

T-Diddy:Where are you? This is urgent!

T-Diddy:Derek is on his way. I want you to get in the car and come straight home. DO NOT tell Elliot anything and under no circumstances let him come with you.

T-Diddy:He’s outside. Please, Joey. Get home now.

“What the hell?”

But I’m already rushing down the stairs. I’ve known Tani long enough to know when she’s serious. If she tells me to get home, I’m getting the fuck home.

“Joey?”

Shit. I turn, clutching the phone to my chest. “I’m sorry. I need to pass on those boxes. Tani needs me. Work emergency.”

I hate lying, but at least I’m not sure what I’m lying about yet, so it doesn’t seem like I’m lying. I think?

Elliot is instantly at my side. “Do you need a ride? I can come with you if it’s serious. These boxes can wait.”

“No. I mean, I don’t need a ride. Derek is outside already. I apparently missed some calls while we were breaking things in.”

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