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“I love you so much, Raphael Bear-Stone,” he says, laughing happily into my ear while more tears splash on my neck. My chest feels tight, and a strange buzzing sensation runs through my veins. He giggles. “God, your name is a lot. Just like you.”
“You better get used to it.” Since we’ll share that as well one day.
I pull back and devour his mouth, enjoying his taste on my tongue. My dick agrees, getting half-hard again.
Holding him against my body, I slide down the mattress and walk toward the living room again. My fingers brushing between his cheeks make him moan against my neck, his shaft growing against my belly.
“My insatiable, piglet.”
He bites my lip hard in retaliation.
Time to fuck him against that window.
Chapter 13
RAPHAEL
When we walk through the milk-white doors of Bear-Stone Labs three days later, Michael can barely stifle his excitement. His fingers keep squeezing mine, eyes flickering around, feet halting every few steps to better assess his surroundings. He smiles widely at the two receptionists behind the glass desks, while I aim a light nod in their direction. Sandy, my assistant, appears a moment later.
“Morning, Boss. Dr. Caldwell.” He greets Michael using his professional voice. “I’m Sandy, Mr. Bear-Stone’s assistant.”
“It’s a pleasure. And please, call me Michael.” My boyfriend smiles enthusiastically at Sandy. Looking positively surprised by my colorful assistant, with his hot-pink hair, coral nail polish, and flamingo high heels. “Must be such a thrill to work here.”
“It sure is.” Sandy’s lifted eyebrow is full of sarcasm. He’s been my PA for a year now. I didn’t choose him for his credentials—he had very few to speak of—but he was the only one among the other candidates who didn’t flirt or avert his eyes in my presence. His fearless attitude was refreshing.
“Although working directly under the big boss must be… challenging,” Michael stage whispers, faking a shudder.
“Challenging is definitely a word for it.” He winks at Michael.
“You love being under me, babe. You screamed it multiple times yesterday—” Michael pushes his hand over my mouth, ending my sentence. His face is red, embarrassment filling his eyes. I don’t understand why. He should feel deeply satisfied, and a bit sore, after how many times I fucked him yesterday… and this morning.
“We’re at work, Raphael!” he chides me. I nip his palm before he removes his hand.
“Nobody heard. And Sandy is a tomb.” I wave at my unblinking assistant. He’s heard much worse from me and my brothers, since we’ve never been very secretive about past encounters in front of him.
“Not the point. That’s private,” he hisses.
“What’s private?” I hear Rami’s voice coming from behind us.
“Fuck me,” Michael mumbles.
“Kinky! I thought you and Raph were exclusive, but…”
I don’t let Rami finish.
“Touch him and you are dead.” I stare at my foster brother with homicidal intent going around my head.
“And they say love makes people mellow,” Rami mutters.
“Raph? Mellow?” Michael asks teasingly.
Sandy snorts, but quickly clears his voice. “Dr… Michael, here is your all-day pass for the labs and the rest of the building. I’m going to get lunch. What would you like to eat?”
“Oh, whatever Raph eats is fine.”
“Don’t choose fish, Michael doesn't like it much. And buy some fruit desserts as well,” I tell Sandy, earning a soft smile from my boyfriend. I’ll use that feeling of gratitude to my advantage when Michael is next on his knees, gasping for air.
“Make it three of everything, Sandy-Bell.” Rami winks at him, getting nothing from my assistant in return, per usual.
