Page 8 of Choose Me

I just rolled my eyes. “It doesn’t work like that.” I put as much energy into my whisper as I could. “I’m on track to become an executive, and someday Daphne will be the new CEO. I can’t just ignore her.”

“Make someone else do it! Have her meet you somewhere else. There’s no need to torture yourself like this.”

I could feel my hackles rise. How dare he act like he knew anything about me, about how I feel? “This is none of your business,” I spat, only having to lean in the smallest amount to get right in his face. “Don’t pretend like you have any say about my life.”

The air between us was hot, nearly scorching. He was infuriating.

“Why did you leave?” He caught me off guard with his question, and my mouth hung open, silent. “I wanted you to stay, but you left.”

“That night was a mistake.” I had to force the words from my tongue. It was a lie, but a necessary one. If I needed space from anyone, it was him. Just his presence in the cramped closeness of the bathroom stall was starting to get to me; a desire crawling over my skin to lean in and wrap my arms around him. It was dangerous, and I didn’t have time to spare in pointless love affairs.

Richard only looked at me, and I feared what he saw. I had worn a mask since childhood, and it had served me well: the carefully constructed version of me knew the names of everyone I worked with, volunteered for extra work, and always offered to buy coffee. It was the only way I knew to survive in the world I had found myself in, and sometimes I was afraid it would meld to my skin and I would be lost beneath it. But I could see my reflection in his eyes, and he saw beyond the mask.

Dangerous.

Richard brought his fingertips up to rest on my lips, his touch softer than a feather. “It wasn’t a mistake to me.”

Very dangerous.

I tried to speak but my throat was too tight. It didn’t matter, Richard knew what I wanted.

His fingertips brushed down my skin to grab hold of my chin. This time when he pulled me towards him, I didn’t resist.

I had thought of his kisses more often than I would have liked while we were apart, but my memory failed to do them justice. Everything he felt and knew anddesiredcame through his kiss, hot and demanding. I was swept away without a chance to save myself, but in that moment I didn’t mind if I was lost, as long as I was lost in him.

My hands moved on their own, threading into his hair before I could stop them. His hair was soft, with the gentlest hint of curls. The warm scent of honey trickled into my nose as my fingers tightened in his hair.

Everything about him was intoxicating, and my knees started to grow weak as a warmth spread from my stomach down into my cock. Richard moaned against my mouth and there was nothing I could do to keep my erection down.

I succumbed to the feeling and let my body fall into him, my waist pressing into his. I wasn’t the only one who was hard.

“Fuck,” he whispered, grinding his straining length against mine.

My mouth watered with the desire to get down on my knees and taste him, but the idea of getting on the bathroom floor was enough to stop me. There were other options, though.

“Fuck,” he whined as I gripped his bulge.

It was so easy to undo his pants and free his manhood. It was a lovely thing, the head pink and uncut, tiny beads of arousal already dribbling from his slit. I swiped my thumb across the head, gathering his pre-cum. He shuddered at my touch, and let out an animalistic groan as I licked his essence from my finger.

“Donovan,” he warned, but I didn’t want to stop. The other night he had been in control, and I had loved every minute of it, but this time I wanted to be the one to make him come apart.

If I knew one thing, it was how to give a damn good handjob, and it was time to put my skills to the test.

Richard wrapped his arms around my neck as I started teasing him, massaging the sides of his dick. “Where do you like to be touched?” I murmured. “Tell me where you like it.”

His face was buried in my neck, but I could still hear him whisper, “Around the tip.”

I was happy to oblige.

It only took me a few moments to have him moaning. Men were easy, after all. Not that I was any different.

“You’re leaking,” I teased. “You like getting jacked off in the bathroom so much, I wonder who the real slut is here.”

He retaliated by sinking his teeth into the base of my neck. I cried out, unable to hold in the surprise and the pleasure.

I felt him laugh, but that only sent me back to my work. I was going to give him the best fucking handjob of his life, so help me God.

Focused on the task in hand, I didn’t notice what he was doing until he had my pants unzipped. His hand was so warm as it wrapped around my cock, I thought I would melt.

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