Page 30 of Evergreen Desires
“Don’t stop, Jake!”
He was gritting his teeth as he came, his cock spraying cum into my mouth with such force that it made me gag. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste as it filled me, reveling in the taste of Beau's seed while he held me tight. Then I continued to suck it gently until he was spent. Beau collapsed onto the table, breathing heavily as I crawled up beside him.
As I pulled back and stood up, I could see the lust and satisfaction in Beau's eyes as he licked his lips.
“That was... amazing… you’re one confident…man,” Beau gasped between breaths.
I smiled at him, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. “I'm glad you enjoyed it.”
“Enjoyed is an understatement,” he chuckled.
I blushed at his praise and sat beside him on the table. We sat in silence for a moment, catching our breaths and basking in the afterglow.
Finally, Beau turned to me with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Now it's your turn.”
He pulled me closer, his hand running through my hair as he kissed me deeply.
It was like we were both addicted to each other, craving more and more and more. I couldn't wait to see what else was in store for us this afternoon…
Ding!
The sound of the office doorbell echoed through the greenhouse, startling both Beau and me. Annoyance painted our faces as we quickly composed ourselves. I hurriedly stood up, running my fingers through my hair to make sure it wasn't sticking up, while Beau struggled to put himself back together—stuffing his freshly milked cock back into his jeans and fastening them. Once he was dressed, he headed towards the office, pausing only to dunk his feet in the foot wash. I checked myself over to ensure there were no telltale signs or dribbles. My knees were muddy, but this was a farm, so it might not be too obvious. I walked over to join Beau in the office.
"As I was saying, it might be good for you to attend the City Council meeting next week," Rich was saying to Beau as I entered. He glanced over at me briefly before refocusing his attention on Beau. Rich was dressed in his usual full business suit, complete with a tie and cufflinks.Different cufflinks—I imagined he must have a whole collection.
"I'm not sure where you're hearing about complaints. We're not open to the public. Everything we grow here is processed by a third party elsewhere. They handle distribution under our label. It's no different from private labeling in any other industry. If there were complaints, I'm sure I would have heard from the Liquor and Cannabis Board," Beau calmly explained.
"Well, this is just from the rumor mill. I'm still happy to help ensure trouble is staved off and competition goes away if needed," Rich replied, looking smug.
Beau crossed his muscular arms over his chest. "I've told you multiple times, I'm not interested in your kind of help. While the cannabis industry may have a reputation for being unethical, I don't operate like that."
"Suit yourself. As I said, I think attending next week's council meeting would be in your best interest," Rich said, glancing at me one last time before heading for the office door and leaving.
"Ass hat," Beau muttered as he left, just loud enough for me to hear.
I walked up to him, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "Don't let him get to you. You're doing everything the right way, and your ethics and integrity will shine through."
Beau sighed, visibly calming down. "Thanks, Jake. I appreciate your support. It's just frustrating to deal with people like him who want to cut corners and exploit the industry."
"I understand. But remember, you're making a difference by doing things the right way. And if it means anything, I admire you for that."
A small smile graced Beau’s lip. "Thank you, Jake. That means a lot to me."
We stood there for a moment, our eyes locked, the tension from our interrupted moment of passion still lingering in the air. But amidst the frustration, there was an undeniable connection between us, a deepening bond that couldn't be shattered by outside forces.
"So, where were we before we were rudely interrupted?" I asked, a mischievous glint in my eyes.
Beau's smile grew wider, and he stepped closer to me. "I believe we were engaged in a deliciously dirty encounter."
Before we could pick up where we left off, the doorbell rang once again, breaking the moment. We exchanged a knowing look; our plans were going to be foiled again. Damn it.
CHAPTER 26
BEAU
The doorbell jolted me out of a pleasant daydream—mostly about Jake, who was still half-asleep and shuffling toward the coffee pot this morning as I was heading out to the greenhouses. We’d settled into a rhythm the past few days. Maybe too many late nights, though I wasn’t about to complain.
He could’ve slept in, but he was on a mission today. He wanted to head into town to enlarge that photo of Will and find a decent frame—his way of saying thanks for fixing the car.
