Page 29 of One is Never Enough

“I don’t want this to end.” I drop his leg, wrap my arms around his waist, and pull him up as I sit back on my knees. I lick the cum that landed on his neck and glance at Oliver. Oliver’s lips land on mine, and he’s kissing me wildly, riding my cock. We’re each pulling the other closer, making sure every bit of our skin is touching. Sweat is slicking both of our skin, and I feel my release building. Oliver does something sinful with his hips, making me gasp into the kiss. He slams down onto my cock, and I’m coming so hard that my fingers dig into his skin.

After my breathing is under control, I lie him gently on the bed without pulling from inside him. Oliver’s face is relaxed and satisfied. “That was amazing,” he sighs when I kiss his neck.

“It was,” I agree, starting to move again.

“You’re still hard.”

“I am.” I pull out slightly and push back in. “Can you take more?”

“I can take whatever you want to give me.”

“That’s my boy.”

I’ll spend all night inside of him, showing him that he’s mine.

Oliver and I spent most of the night with me inside him. When we woke up this morning, Jace and Toby were already gone, so I fed Oli and convinced him to come to my office to work. No matter how hard I try to concentrate, my eyes keep straying to him on the couch with his laptop on the table, working on his graphic designs. Last night exceeded my expectations about finally being with Oliver, and all my walls are down.

“You aren’t getting much work done if you’re staring at me,” Oliver says with a smile, not looking up from his computer.

“If you weren’t so fucking gorgeous, I wouldn’t have that problem.” The smile on his face grows, and I know I’d do anything to see it again. “Why don’t you come over here so I can show you what you do to me?”

“Oh no,” Oliver laughs. “We’re supposed to be working.”

“Please,” I beg, poking my lip out when he looks up. He shakes his head with a grin, and I stand from my chair, walking toward him. “But I need you.” I kiss him hard and lay him back on the couch, stretching my body over his. “Don’t you feel sorry for me?”

“No,” Oliver chuckles. “You fucked me all night long.”

“I don’t remember hearing you complain.” I start kissing his neck and marking him with my teeth. Oliver shivers, and I grin against him. “Don’t you want to have hot office sex with me? I can take you out on the balcony and let whoever wants to watch see how good you make me feel.”

“Aiden,” Oliver groans when I grind against him. I start moving my hips like I’m fucking him. “Fuck it.” Oliver’s hands go to my shirt, jerking it from my pants. When his hands land on my belt, someone knocks on the door.

“Yeah?!” I call out, my hands sliding up Oli’s sides.

The door opens, and my head pops up. Molly, my secretary, steps in, discreetly looking the other way. Poor girl has seen more than she’s bargained for on too many occasions. “I’m sorry to barge in, Mr. Powers, but you weren’t answering the intercom.”

“What’s going on?”

“Your dad is downstairs.” I sit up so fast that I almost fall off the couch. “He’s demanding to see you and won’t take no for an answer.” What the fuck?

Oliver gives me a concerned look and sits up on the couch. He rubs his hands down my chest to get my attention. “What’s going through your mind, Aiden?”

“Why the hell is he here?”

“I don’t know,” he says gently. “But I think you should see him.”

“I haven’t seen him since I left.”

“Which is why I think you need to see him. I can go?—”

“No! I want you here with me. Send him in, Molly.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I stand up and tuck my shirt back in. I have no idea what to do until Oliver stands up and pushes me toward my desk. “These are your terms, Aiden. He has no control over you anymore.” He gently pulls me to sit in my chair. “Show him that.”

Oliver is just sitting down on the couch when Molly walks in with my dad. She makes a hasty retreat, so I can only imagine the shit he caused.

“What can I do for you, Dad?”

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