Page 137 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
“Am not.”
“Are, too.” Todd kissed him and Eli’s warning finally made sense, because the more they kissed the more he wanted flesh on flesh. Mouth on skin. Nothing between them at all. He spoke against Todd’s lips. “I should take the rest of the day off.”
“Yeah, you should.” Todd cupped his ass and ground against him. “I don’t want to piss Eli off.”
That made two of them. He stepped back. “You know, you look stunning in a suit.”
Todd smoothed out his jacket and straightened his tie. “And you look amazing naked.”
Fazil’s breath caught and his body burned with joy. “Let me go talk to Sam about taking some PTO.”
Todd merely smiled.
Yeah. He needed to be home. In bed. With Todd on top of him. He headed for Sam’s office with Todd at his heels.
Sam sat behind his desk, as normal. Eli had folded himself into one of the guest chairs while Justin occupied the other, his fingers entwined with Eli’s. All three men looked at him as soon as he stepped into the office.
“Uh...” Every one of them had their version of a knowing smile. “Have you met Todd?”
Sam nodded. “Yes, we have.”
Fazil tried to jump out of his skin and melt when Todd slipped his hands around Fazil’s waist and pulled him backward. “I had dinner at Eli’s last night.”
Oh.God, Todd was hard. And pressed into Fazil’s ass. “I hate you all. Every single one of you.”
Sam laughed and Eli looked immensely pleased with himself, the preening peacock.
“Liar,” Todd whispered into his ear.
Justin giggled. “This sounds familiar.” He glanced at Eli, who raised a brow.
Fazil cleared his throat because this was getting ridiculous. He didn’t need to be standing in his boss’s office with a hard-on. There were better places to be. Like flat on his back in the privacy of his bedroom. “I was going to ask for the rest of the day off.”
“Absolutely,” Sam said.
“Actually...” Eli tapped his good foot against Sam’s desk. “Fazil has a fair amount of PTO saved up.”
“Does he now?” Sam smiled at Fazil.
“Weeks and weeks,” Eli said. “Enough that he could take the rest of the week off.”
A very smug-ass preening peacock. He owed Eli so damn much.
“Then I guess we’ll see you on Monday, Fazil.”
Except... “What about Singularity?”
Sam snorted. “The way they’ve been recently? Those fuckers can sit on their thumbs for a few days.”
Oh.“Well, if you insist...”
“Take that lovely man of yours and get the hell out of here,” Sam said.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
***
Todd followed Fazil out of the Anderson office. That hadn’t quite been the reunion he’d expected, but they’d made it through, though Z looked like he needed about a hundred years of sleep.
