Page 5 of Lost Room Lawyer
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Hector
Calling out his name felt wrong and forbidden, even though I had a reason to chase after him. Besides, I wasn’t the type to pursue others. One might assume I was a man in his forties, a successful lawyer, but right now, I felt more like a dog.
The corridor was long and dark. Rossi had turned around halfway to the stairwell, under the only lamp that cast its dull light. When he recognized me, he visibly tensed up but shook off the unease.
“Corvo,” he said, frowning. “Did I…?”
I stepped closer to him and handed him his gloves. “These were under your chair.”
“Oh… They must have fallen out of my pocket.” He quickly stuffed them away. “Thanks.”
He stood before me, his expression serious, his gaze sincere—just as it had been since the first moment it captivated me. It was almost unbelievable that, in this shabby, damp corridor under the harsh, unflattering light, I could finally appreciate the deep, beautiful blue of his eyes. We were almost the same height, standing face to face. When he opened his mouth to speak, his white teeth gleamed between his full lips, leaving me utterly mesmerized and unable to do anything but stare.
God, he took my breath away. He looked like a model, with his shoulder-length hair tousled just enough to look effortlessly stylish. His roots were as dark as his strong eyebrows, while the rest of his hair lightened to a honey blond. He had a hint of a surfer vibe, tempered by the chiseled features that gave him a striking Nordic allure.
All evening, I had been captivated by his mere presence. It had been far too long since I’d been with a man—far too long. And then, out of nowhere, I ended up at this poker night…
“Is there… uh… anything else?” Rossi asked, his gaze locked on me, unable to look away.
“No,” I forced out. Just looking at him made me feel warm inside.
“Then … I guess I’ll go now,” he said softly.
I could have sworn I heard disappointment in his voice, and in that instant, I panicked. Yes, I wanted him. I had no idea how to make that clear, but my whole body was aching for him. Did he really want to leave? It was so obvious that he wanted it too.
Rossi managed to give me another smile. The moment he turned away from me, I grabbed his arm.
“Or … we …”
I was hopeless. My God! I was forty-three!
But it didn’t feel that way right now.
Time seemed to stand still. My hand clung to Rossi’s arm as he looked at me with an inscrutable expression. His lower eyelids twitched slightly, and then, suddenly, he stepped forward, pushed me against the wall, and kissed me passionately. It was exactly what I wanted. I pulled him closer, pressing our bodies together, sliding a hand to the nape of his neck, and welcomed him with my tongue.
“You’ve been looking at me like that all night,” he said between kisses. “I hope I’m not overstepping.”
“You have no idea how much you’ve turned me on,” I replied, slipping my hands under his sweater. I wanted to feel his warmth, and as soon as I touched his skin, a cold shiver ran down my spine.
He began exploring with his hands, aiming for my belt. But just as he was about to undo it, the stairwell light flicked on. We both froze. Rossi glanced down the corridor, his expressionshifting into a slight grimace, as if fearing we’d be caught and the moment would end. I have to admit, I was probably even more afraid of that—but I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, let this opportunity slip away.
“Come with me,” I said, but he stood still as I headed toward the stairwell. “Trust me.”
“I don’t know if that’s smart after my bluff.”
We shared a laugh, and I led him past the stairwell and into the other corridor. I opened the door to the parking garage where I had parked my car.
“Aren’t you going back?”
His question was valid, as the closing door behind us left no way back. “I already said my goodbyes. Come this way.” Through another door, we entered the basement of another building, where the restaurant’s restrooms were located. It was just past midnight on a Friday, and the place had already shut down for the night.
The moment the restroom door clicked shut behind us, I spun around, pushing Rossi against it. Our bodies collided, my breath mingling with his, desperate to close the distance between us.
The kiss we shared earlier had only left me craving more, a reminder of how parched I was. Normally, I’d hire a callboy once a month to quench that thirst, but lately, my schedule had been too relentless to indulge in even that simple pleasure.
Rossi hastily unbuttoned my pants, just as I did with his. I slid my hand inside and wrapped it around his hard cock. Rossi gripped my shoulder tightly and sighed into my ear.
