Page 26 of For You, Sir

“Hello, Jun.”

I was so scared of what he might say that I blew right past him. “I’ll put some coffee on.”

He followed me into the kitchen, and I ground a fresh batch of beans, the roar of the grinder drowning out any chance to speak. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his body tense—all masculine strength and hard angles. As soon as the filter was in place and I’d hit theStartbutton, Sir stepped in front of me, close enough to touch.

“Jun. I’m sorry.” When I looked up, his eyes were sharp, his brow furrowed.

No. Don’t say that.

“I shouldn’t have made you uncomfortable. It was inappropriate.” He cornered me against the countertop, forcing me to acknowledge him—more demanding in his apology than his initial offense.

I lifted my chin, summoned my courage, and pretended my heart wasn’t beating out of my chest. “Not at all, Sir.”

The anxiety in his face ebbed. “Oh?”

“A clientshouldexpress his needs to the staff.” I had rehearsed the words.

There was a beat of silence as the words sank in. His mouth twisted to one side in a half-smile. “I see.”

“However, Sir... It would put my mind at ease if you would resume your prescriptions first.”

I waited for the angry pushback and refusal. Instead, Sir’s expression softened. “I’ve already started taking them. Last night.”

Wait. Really?

“You convinced me at dinner. You were right.”

“O-oh. Good…” My heart rate quickened.

“But thank you for thinking of me.” Sir leaned in and traced the back of his fingers down my neck. Just the light touch was searing. My balls tightened with humiliating eagerness.

He tried to slip his fingers under my collar, but I was buttoned up too tight. He stepped closer, loosened my tie, and popped the top button with the pad of his thumb. “You’re an excellent butler,” he crooned.

Even with my heart racing as fast as a hummingbird’s, his praise filled me with giddy pride. “Thank you, Sir.” Did he understand that everything I did, even my pushiness, had been for his sake? I leaned back against the counter, gripping it with the heels of my hands.

“Taking such good care of me.” He thumbed another button loose. Then his cool fingers slid down the back of my collar and I shivered. “Now, let me take care of you.”

Sir hooked an arm around the small of my back and kissed me. I let out a muffled sound of surprise, but then our mouths rolled together naturally. Sir’s tongue found mine and chased it down, stirring my whole body to life. His stubble rasped my lips like sandpaper.

A man. A man is kissing me right now.

A flicker of fear, quickly eclipsed by joy.

“Is this okay?” Sir swept a palm down the front of my slacks and I bit back a groan. Was he talking about the kiss? About touching me? Either way, the answer was the same:

“Yes, Sir.” I wanted more, but it seemed too demanding to ask, so I leaned forward with my lips parted and he claimed me.

Our mouths were hot and slick where they joined, so wet, it felt like I was drooling. The fussy part of me wanted to wipe my face clean; my long-buried depravity yearned for him to lick every inch of me.

He tugged my belt buckle loose, and the strap dangled open like a lolling tongue. My stomach clenched for what came next, but instead of unfastening my pants, he tugged my shirt out from my waistband and unfastened my remaining buttons. He slid his palm beneath my undershirt, up my bare belly to my chest.

I was too distracted by the kiss to think of what he would find. His fingers brushed one of my nipple piercings and he startled. He stopped kissing and felt around the jewelry. “Why, Jun… What’s this?”

My face went hot as he lifted my shirt and leaned back to peek at my piercings—horizontal barbells with opalescent beads on either side. I’d gotten them years ago when I gave up on dating—a discrete act of rebellion purely for myself, a concession to solo pleasure and my private masochism. I’d intended no one to see. Would Sir think of me differently? Make fun? I clenched my jaw.

“Beautiful.” He put his mouth on my hardened nub and sucked. The bar piercing tugged at my nipple from within, and I gasped, clutching the back of Sir’s head.

He gave a low chuckle and heat rose to my face. It was too bold of me to grab his head like that! I released him, but Sir pressed his mouth harder against my chest, delivering the firm pressure I was aching for. He caught my piercing between his teeth and tugged, sending a bolt of pain-pleasure straight to my groin. An uncouth moan escaped me, and I clapped a hand over my mouth.

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