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PianistEnvy

I’d do something about that if I could, Daddy.

SayYesSir

Would you? Because I’d love to put you on your knees under this table with my fat cock stretching your gorgeous mouth. You’d have to stay perfectly still and quiet for Daddy so the uptight numbers guy running the meeting doesn’t notice you.

Ev’s fingers were frozen above the keys, his expression neutral but a blush staining his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Gabe wondered how much further he could push.

SayYesSir

Could you do that for me, boy?

PianistEnvy

Yes, Daddy.

Ev’s reply was immediate, and it took all Gabe’s restraint to stay seated when what he wanted to do was drag his PA from the room and have him take care of the problem he’d created.

But that wasn’t possible. Because Gabe was still supposed to be in the dark about his boy’s identity. As far as Ev knew, he was the one with all the power here. For now, Gabe would let him maintain the illusion. He was having too much fun for it to stop.

Ev

Ev wasn’t sure whichwas going to kill him first. The dehydration from how often he was jerking off thinking about his boss, or Gabe, when he discovered who Ev really was and what he’d done. Leaning back against the employee-bathroom door, his softening cock in his hand and come on the floor between his feet, Ev thought it was probably going to be the dehydration.

What was he going to do? He sure as hell couldn’t keep going in this direction. He’d learned his lesson thoroughly—and, unfortunately, more than once. Relationships and professional shit didn’t mix. It would end badly. And then it would get ugly. And Ev would be the one to get burned. He couldn’t go through all of that again. He needed to break things off now, before anyone got too invested.

It would be easy enough to manage. All he had to do was delete his Exchange account and never go back to the Edge.Maybe he could follow in Owen’s footsteps and swear off kink altogether. Gabe wouldn’t have to know the truth. He could keep being Ev the PA and pretend Ev the Kinky Middle had never existed.

He could do it. He wasn’t the kind of boy whoneededto regress to feel right in his skin. It was more fluid than that. Adult stuff stopped mattering so much when he got excited or super emotional. Also, after really good sex. But with any luck, his boss would never see him after sex…again.

He groaned, banged his head back against the door, then started cleaning up himself and the floor. How did he get himself into these messes? He’d had every intention of staying away from Gabe and all the sexy Daddy vibes he exuded. Fuck masquerades. He was never going to one of those again. And fuck kinky chat apps too. Why had he caved? He’d found Gabe’s profile easily, but the plan had been to block him, not to message him. Gabe had just looked so bored in that meeting. Ev couldn’t help but poke him. And Gabe had poked back. God, had he ever. Ev had never been so hard in such an inappropriate situation in his life. And Gabe hadn’t even known, because he still didn’t know that Ev was his boy. Dammit. Not his.

He needed advice. Owen was out. He was still a wreck over his breakup and didn’t need Ev laying his own issues on top of that. The only other people he talked to on a regular basis were the guys down in Split Rock who had more or less adopted his best friend. They had a group chat that was mostly funnymemes and inside jokes, but they were all good guys and would hopefully tell it to him straight.

Ev opened the group message.

Ev

So, weird question, but have any of you ever hooked up with someone you shouldn’t have?

The three dots popped up immediately, and a moment later, he had a long string of laugh-crying emojis from Izzy, one of the wilder guys in the group.

Izzy

BRB. DYING.

Ev

So, that’s a yes?

Eli

Izzy could teach a master class, TBF.

Micah

What happened? Are you okay?

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