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Noah

The morning has been slow at the office. My paperwork has been light and my workload thin. With Sunday out of the office and Brazen just feet from me, I can’t help but daydream about my weekend. I lost control, and it felt good. The only thing that mattered while I lay in Brazen’s bed was my own pleasure. All of his focus was on me. The firm control he had in his voice still sets me on fire.

“What are you thinking about?” Brazen asks, as if he doesn’t already know.

I don’t bother to answer.

“Come here,” he sweetly tells me.

I’m in his lap within seconds.

“You’re thinking about the other day.” It isn’t a question. “I’ve been thinking a lot about it, too.” His hand goes to my jaw before he pulls me in for a kiss.

“Slow is hard,” I admit. “Even for someone who’s never experienced fast.”

Brazen stiffens beneath me, and I know I’ve somehow put my foot in my mouth.

“What?” I probe. “What did I say wrong?”

“You didn’t say anything wrong. Promise.”

“Then, why did you go tense beneath me?”

Brazen sighs as his fingers trace my lips. “You’re young, Noah.”

“Yeah, and?” I’m well aware of my age.

“Young and innocent. I want you to be sure before we take things to the next level physically. I don’t want to rush you, and I’m afraid I might have done just that.”

“If I remember correctly, I’m the one who rushed things. You were the one who made me slow down. It was perfect, and I won’t let you show regret about it now.”

“I don’t regret anything. I’m sorry, Noah, but you brought up your inexperience, and I was reminded of the reality.”

He shakes his head, looking shameful, and I hate it.

“And what exactly is the reality? We didn’t do anything that I haven’t already done myself. The only difference was, this time, you were really there, and your voice wasn’t just in my head.”

“Noah … wait! What? What are you saying?”

Me and my freaking mouth! Whatever. I’m not embarrassed. I’m attracted to Brazen, and he’s been the star of all of my fantasies since we met. I’ve touched myself most mornings, imagining something very similar to what we did the other day. Except, in my fantasies, I would get off by his hands and another part of him inside me.

“Maybe you thought the other day was some sort of masturbation magic, and I just instinctively knew how I liked to be touched. However, that wasn’t the first time I’d gotten myself off. I might not have loads of experience, but, hell, Brazen, I’m not even a virgin.”

That last part totally just slipped out.

“You’re not?”

Oh, yeah, he totally thought I still had my card.

“No, don’t get any ideas. I mean, your impression of my innocence is pretty spot on, but, no, I’m not a virgin.”

“Huh,” he muses aloud.

A ringing from Brazen’s desk impedes his thought. He leans forward with me still on his lap and reaches for his phone. His eyes apologize as he answers it, interrupting our conversation. I see Sunday’s name on the front of his screen.

“Hello?” he answers. “Sunday, slow down.”

I’m practically thrown from his lap as he leaps from his chair.

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