Page 2 of Forbidden Lust

Josh was getting flustered. Neo was twisting everything he was saying, and he could feel what little confidence he had evaporating. He was startled when Neo gripped his hand.

“Relax, Joshua. I’ll get this because I earn a lot more than you. There is no expectation for a second date on my side. I’d want to know how well you can take my kind of pounding before I commit to a repeat. I’ve ordered us an Uber back to mine.”

Josh wasn’t sure what to say. Everything he’d built up in his head about how he’d decline the offer of spending the night disappeared. For some unknown reason, he felt obligated. Neo was a handsome guy, and if he was only a fraction as good in bed as he intimated, then Josh could be in for a good dicking. It had been a while, and perhaps he just needed some meaningless sex. Yes, he was rationalising it in his head now. He wouldn’t be seeing Neo again, so he may as well take advantage of the opportunity... and he had bought dinner.

Josh nodded and gave Neo a smile, who gave a wicked grin back. He sorted the bill and the tip without another word. Two minutes later, Neo was bustling him outside into an Uber, and Josh was on his way to either breaking his “no sex on the first date” rule, or he was going to become Neo’s latest victim and end up on one of those true crime shows he loved to watch.

Josh winced as he lowered himself into his seat. Last night had been rough. All consensual, but Neo was one of those tops who was only interested in getting to the finish line for themselves. Jackhammer would be an apt way to describe it, though his dick had been fairly average, so he was probably compensating for something. He snorted, amused at his own joke inside his head. Why couldn’t he ever vocalise these things?

“Are you okay, Josh?” asked his boss, Oscar.

“Fine, sir,” he replied with a smile.

“I thought we agreed you were going to drop thesirthing. It makes me feel old.”

“Sorry, Mr Montgomery.”

Oscar glared at him – he didn’t like that either, as it was what his father was called. Everyone else called him Oscar, so Josh wasn’t sure why he didn’t feel comfortable doing the same. It had originally stemmed from the huge crush he’d had on Oscar when he first started working here. Oscar was six feet seven and just about as wide. He was a manly man, but caring to his staff. He could be tough when he needed to be, but that wasn’t often. Josh had gotten over his crush a long time ago, and now it was just admiration he felt. Oscar was only four years older than Josh, and was CEO of a company he’d started himself. Josh couldn’t easily break the habit of calling him by a title which fit the man he admired so much.

“Are you okay?” he repeated.

“Yes. All good, thanks.”

“Is that the same shirt you had on yesterday?”

He looked down, although unsure why. It was the same shirt, as he’d come straight from Neo’s flat this morning. He hadn’t intended to stay over, but Neo had insisted. He’d made sure to let his sister know he wouldn’t be home. Josh hadn’t realised that Neo was a morning-sex person and had woken up to being prepped. He’d still been tender from the night before, but again, he didn’t want to be rude. Neo had finished in less than two minutes, then pulled out and gone for a shower. Josh hadn’t even bothered to get himself off. Thankfully, he’d hung his shirt up the night before, so it wasn’t creased.

“I have a few shirts of the same colour.”

Oscar nodded, but gave him a knowing smirk. Josh felt his face heat and wanted to sink into his chair and die. His bossknew he’d gotten laid last night. It couldn’t be any more embarrassing.

“Can I get you a coffee, sir . . . I mean Mr . . . Mr Oscar?”

Oscar chuckled, but said he was good and was heading out for some fresh air. Josh did a quick scan of Oscar’s diary and checked the time. He didn’t have another meeting for twenty minutes, so there was nothing he needed to do urgently. Oscar left, so Josh got back to work.

Montgomery Equity was small in terms of employee numbers, with there being just over a hundred. This gave Josh the opportunity to get involved in other things. He’d expressed an interest in becoming a chief of staff one day, so Oscar, being the boss he was, gave Josh as many opportunities as he could to diversify his skill set, and had even paid for him to do some courses. There was a qualification he’d had his eye on, but it was expensive and involved a residential fortnight at Harvard in Boston. It was something to aspire to, but not something he felt comfortable asking for. Once he was in a chief of staff role it would make more sense, but that would mean leaving here – not something he wanted to do. Josh had worked for some awful companies, both during university and after, so he knew when you found a good one, you hung onto it. Who would have thought a petty grudge against his father could have led to such a positive outcome? His phone pinged. Josh thought he’d silenced it.

Sperm donor:Are you free for lunch tomorrow?

Unsure what to do, he didn’t reply immediately. He was too intrigued to not agree to meet him, but there was no need to appear eager. They hadn’t spoken since the funeral. Why had he made contact now? Carly would slap him if he didn’t find out, so it was a no brainer he was going to say yes.

He smiled at the name showing on his phone. It had been Carly’s idea, and they’d thought it was hilarious. It might be petty, but fuck it, Josh would not put him down asDad.That name was taken, because he hadn’t deleted either of hisparents’ numbers. It had been awkward the few times he’d met the sperm donor, but Josh had skirted around calling him dad or using his first name. He looked at the message again, then put his phone away. He’d reply later. Let him wait for a bit. Yes, it was childish, but that seemed to be his default with the sperm donor.

He got home, feeling rough. Unsure what was wrong with him, he’d taken a shower, and projectile vomited without warning. You’d think it would have been convenient doing it in the shower, but it wasn’t, as chunks didn’t go easily down the plughole, especially when the water pressure was a trickle on a good day.

“You look like shit,” said Carly, when he’d finished throwing up.

“Love you too, sis.” He groaned, flopping down next to her on the sofa.

“It’s not catching, is it?” she said, curling up in the corner.

“I think I ate something dodgy at that restaurant last night.”

“What did you have?”

“Chicken.”

“I thought you had your eye on that duck dish?”

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