“It’s Tim. He’s moving to Austin,” he whispers.

A part of me already knew, but I was hoping it wouldn’t turn out to be true.

I gasp, trying to figure out why he wants to come here all of a sudden - the same place I chose to start afresh. “What? Why?”

“He got fired from work this morning for messing up big time. Thankfully, he’s not going to get sued for the damages he’s brought upon his employer, but there’s no hope of him getting a job back there ever again. That’s why he wants to move away and get a new start…”

I interrupt Kane’s retelling, “Here? Of all places, he wants to move here.”

Kane exhales heavily and wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me closer. “I know,” he mumbles, looking more disturbed than I am, “I thought about referring him to another city, but…” he shakes his head solemnly.

I perfectly understand what he means. Tim may be the last person on earth I want to see, but he is his brother. There's an expectation for him to accept Tim no matter what, especially considering he’s desperate to mend their strained relationship.

“I’m sorry, Chloe,“ he struggles to respond, showing his concerns in his eyes. I hold his face and trail the pads of my fingers over the lines on his face.

“He’s your brother, Kane. There’s nothing to apologize about.”

“A part of me feels happy that he’s coming, but at the same time…,“ he continues, throat bobbing as he swallows, “I don’t want anything to disrupt what we have.”

He sounds insecure, and I can’t help but laugh at the irony. Here I am, battling to convince myself not to acknowledge my feelings for Kane, and he thinks I may go back to Tim.

Not in a million years.

I pull his face closer and assure him, “I feel nothing for Tim. Nothing. So, there’s no way he’s going to come between us.”

The look Kane gives me is not showing confidence, but nevertheless, he nods and embraces me tightly.

I hold on to him for as long as I can before pulling away to look at him. He seems more relaxed now, and he says, “Don’t worry. You won’t be seeing him much.”

I nod, smiling. We kiss again, and this time, we do it right.

It’s Wednesday, and it’s been a couple of days since Tim informed Kane about his decision to move. I didn’t think I would say this, but I’m glad he made that decision because it has served to draw Kane and me closer together.

The past two days have had us itching to spend nearly every moment together, both at home and at work. We’re working on another project, so it has given us the perfect cover to stay in each other’s offices without looking suspicious to everyone else.

Yesterday, he was in my office; today, I’m in his.

“Kane!”

His fingers curl inside me, reaching up to hit my sensitive spot. I cry out again, shuddering as I throw my head backward. Kane is seated in his chair, watching my body tighten in response to his work. I’m seated on the desk with my legs spread apart and my feet placed on top of his thighs. As my toes curl, they dig into his pants.

“You’re so loud, Chloe,“ he purrs, pumping his fingers repeatedly to hit my sweet spot, “Can you imagine what’s going to happen when someone hears you screaming like that?”

The pad of his thumb that’s resting on the outer part of my sensitive nerves flicks over the swollen bundle and sends shockwaves of pleasure into my brain.

I dig my feet into his thigh muscles, trying to stop my shaking. I don’t care if anyone hears me. I just need a sweet relief.

Kane pleasures me until my thighs start to quiver, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I might have fallen backward to crash on the desk, but Kane is quick to leap forward to catch me. His fingers torment me blissfully as I climax with a cry of his name alongside other undecipherable words.

I float up on clouds of bliss and stay there for a while, feeling every bit of tension leave my body. When I descend, I collapse into his arms, panting hard. Kane withdraws his fingers from my insides and pulls me off the table to straddle him on the swivel chair. His rigid member sticks out at an elevated angle inside his pants, and I feel every inch of him on my bare bottom.

I wrap my hands around his neck and sigh, “I don’t think anyone heard.”

He chuckles, hands sliding up and down my thighs on each side, “They must all have their earplugs in,” he laughs even harder when I hit his shoulder, “You were screaming so loud.”

“It’s all your fault.”

He kisses my forehead, “I know.”