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Paul picked up the pace and Adam cried out. “Fuck, yes, just like that.” He rocked, desperate to take Paul deeper, as deep as he could. He wanted to let it all spill out of him: how good it felt to have Paul inside him, how much Adam loved this, lovedhaving Paul fill him, how fucking amazing Paul was… Adam knew that if he opened his mouth, what came out would be a stream of nonsensical words and hoarse cries.
Paul’s hand tightened around his dick, making him thrust harder through Paul’s fist. When Paul’s hips began to piston, Adam knew his lover was close.
My lover.
Holy Fucking Hell. I have a lover.
The thought was enough to send heat coursing through him.
“Change the angle a bit,” Adam demanded. Paul shifted position and Adam cried out, the sound rebounding off the walls. “That’s it. You’re hitting my prostate.”
Paul quickened the pace. “That what you need?”
“Y-yes,” Adam stammered out. “Fuck, right there. Oh God, don’t… don’t stop.” He tightened his body around Paul’s shaft, and Paul moaned, long and hard.
“Again. Do that again.”
Adam did, repeating the action until Paul’s movements grew jerky. He thrust all the way into Adam, arms braced, elbows locked, hips pistoning, flesh slapping against flesh.
“I’m going to feel it on my cock when you come,” Paul panted. “Can you feel every inch when I slide it into you?”
“Fuck, yeah,” Adam moaned, hips rolling up off the bed to meet Paul’s thrusts, his legs wrapping around Paul’s waist. “You’re so hard inside me, so fucking deep.” He felt for Paul’s face, cupping his cheek. “Fill me with your load. Let me feel it.” He curled his fingers around his own cock, tugging on it.
Paul’s head dropped to his shoulder, his soft groan of pleasure filling Adam’s ear as he came inside him, body jerking with each pulse of Paul’s dick. Adam cried out as he creamed his fingers, shivering with ecstasy and need.
They lay together, Paul locked inside him, Adam’s body clamped tight around his cock, both of them shuddering out thelast of their mutual orgasms, swapping sweet, slow kisses that made Adam’s head spin. Eventually he knew it had to end, but in that moment…
Fuck.
What just happened?
Chapter Thirty-Five
Paul stirred,snuggling back against the warm body wrapped around him. Adam’s arm lay across his chest, his hand resting over Paul’s sternum, his breath stirring the hair behind Paul’s ear. Sunlight crept in through the window and the waves lapped the shore below.
It was a perfect morning after a night of utterly blissful lovemaking.
Paul closed his eyes to shut out the light and focus inward on his memories. Waking when all was dark, turning in Adam’s arms to cuddle up against that broad chest and finding Adam awake, too. No words, only soft kisses, gentle touches, stroking and caressing. Shallow breaths while fingers explored, tongues teased, and bodies rocked gently together. Minute sounds while Adam readied both of them before moving to lie between Paul’s thighs, Paul’s hand guiding Adam until he was all the way inside with one long, slow push. Paul wrapping himself around Adam and holding onto him while Adam slid unhurriedly in and out of him. Still no words, but their mingled moans and low cries were enough. Bodies trembling as they came, Paul first, Adam remaining deep inside him while they held each other until Adam’s softened cock slid from his sweetly aching hole. Paulrolling Adam onto his back and slipping out of bed to go to the bathroom. On his return, after the briefest of clean-ups, Paul had slid between the sheets to lose himself in the warm haven of Adam’s arms.
Lying there in the morning light, it was easier to enjoy the moment than confront what was niggling him.
Do I listen to what’s in my head or my heart?
Paul had to face facts: he was falling in love with Adam.
The most obvious reason why that couldn’t happen was that Adam was his boss.
Adam doesn’t want a relationship.
Only thing was, Paul did.
He’d argued with himself that it wasn’t love, it was a crush, lust, infatuation,anythingbut the L word. But it was difficult to keep thinking like that when he’d take one look at Adam’s face and be aware of the ache inside him. When he woke up each morning and the first thought through his head was that he was going to spend the day with Adam. When Adam’s smile made his day brighter. When all he wanted to do was make Adam smile more.
Who was he kidding? All he wanted to do was tell Adam how he felt.
Which was where his head came in.
Paul didn’t believe for a second Adam would fire him if he knew the depth of Paul’s feelings, but he’d have to be stupid not to realize it would alter their relationship. Adam didn’t want a lover.
