Page 22 of Something Unprofessional

Daddy cursed. A drawer slid open, then slammed shut again. Then another one. “Dammit,” Daddy said around a rough chuckle. “I don’t keep lube here.” He paused. “The salad I had for dinner came with olive oil.”

Ev blinked a few times. What was Daddy’s question? Ev wasn’t exactly up for problem-solving at the moment. “Don’t care. Just fuck me.”

Daddy smacked his ass again, and Ev moaned, his cock drooling in reaction. “Pay attention, boy. I can’t use a condom with the oil. Do you want my fingers instead?”

Ugh. Why was Daddy being difficult about this? “I want your cock. I’m negative. I’m on PrEP. Fuck me, Daddy. Fill my ass with your come.” There. Was that clear enough?

Daddy swore. A moment later, oil was sliding down between Ev’s cheeks and dripping off his balls. “I’m negative and on PrEP as well,” he said as he opened Ev up, first with one finger, then two. Ev wasn’t paying attention anymore, too focused on the glorious stretch. He rocked back into it, wanting it deeper. Wanting it more-more-more.

When Ev was ready, Daddy pulled his fingers free. Ev waited for him to sink inside, but instead, he gripped Ev by the hips and flipped him onto his back, his ass hanging off the edge of the desk. Before Ev could wrap his brain around the new position, Daddy was lined up and pressing in, his face a mask of concentration.

The stretch was just as perfect as he remembered. Pleasure sparked along his nerve endings, lighting up all the good parts of his brain. Ev reached for his cock, but his hand was caught, and Daddy directed it to the edge of the desk.

“You’re going to need to hold on to something.”

Ev groaned in dismay but did as he was told. A sharp snap of Daddy’s hips had him grabbing the edge with his free hand as well. Oh fuck. The angle was so good, Daddy nailing his prostate with every thrust. Ev gave himself over to it, surrendering to the rolling waves of pleasure. The lingering sting when Daddy’s hips smacked his sore ass made everything even better.Soon, he was moaning in time with Daddy’s movements, only needing a final push to go over the edge.

“Please, Daddy. Please, let me come,” he begged, tossing his head back and forth.

“I’m not stopping you,” Daddy said, his tone teasing despite his tight features and the sheen of sweat on his forehead. His hand left Ev’s hip to give one of his nipple piercings a tug.

Ev’s back arched, and a desperate cry escaped. “Daddy!”

Daddy did it again, adding a twist that went straight to Ev’s cock. Then he was coming, and Daddy’s hand was there to help him along, drawing out the pleasure as it rolled on and on.

He was vaguely aware of Daddy coming a minute later with a growled curse and a few hard thrusts. Then Daddy’s hands were braced against the desk as he leaned over Ev, catching his breath. Ev took the opportunity to touch where he could, cursing the fact that, once again, Daddy hadn’t given him any skin to pet.

Eventually, Daddy straightened and cleaned Ev up. Then he got their clothes back in order. Ev wasn’t much help, floating on a cloud of endorphins, everything hazy and buzzing.

“Everett.”

Ev blinked at his name, then wrinkled his nose. “Ev,” he corrected, blinking a few more times until he could focus on Daddy—Gabe. His boss. His boss, who was frowning down at him, his brow creased. Oh fuck. What had he done? He stared at Gabe, dread pooling in his belly.

“Are you back with me, boy?” Gabe asked, his palms stroking up and down Ev’s arms and leaving tingles in their wake.

“What just—why— Oh my god,” Ev stammered. He flinched away from Gabe, his heart pounding fast and painful. What the fuck had he done? How had he let this happen? There was no hiding it this time. No pretending he was someone else. Gabe knew. Had known. Ev was such an idiot. He slid off the desk, fighting to stay standing, when his knees wobbled.

“Ev,” Gabe started, reaching for him.

Ev shook his head, holding out a hand to ward him off. “No. No, I need to go. I need to quit, and I need to go.” His chest hurt. His throat hurt. He pushed past Gabe and ran, not bothering to stop for his laptop. His coat was at his desk, his wallet and keys in the pocket. He grabbed it and headed for the stairs, not willing to wait for the elevator. He needed to get as far away from Gabe as he could, as fast as possible.

Gabe

That could have gonebetter.

Granted, fucking Ev before talking to him had been a mistake, but Gabe hadn’t been thinking clearly. The boy had been pushing Gabe’s buttons, thinking he was safe from consequences when he was anything but. It had been immensely satisfying to bend him over the desk and do exactly what Ev had been begging for.

Except it had backfired. Ev’s face had gone from dazed and rosy with pleasure to pale and horrified in a moment. And then he’d run. Goddammit.

Gabe shoved a hand through his hair, then sighed. Well, nothing to do now but deal with the consequences of his actions. Of course, that meant actually talking to Ev, and Gabe knew better than to let it wait until morning. That would only give his boy more time to panic.

He collected Ev’s phone from the sofa and shut down his laptop. Well, that was as good of an excuse to track him down as any. Ev would need his phone before the morning.

It took a few minutes to pull up Ev’s address in his employee file. A quick call to his driver, and Gabe was on his way across town. Luckily, traffic was moderate this time of night.

His boy lived in a sixth-floor walk-up, and Gabe’s thighs burned by the time he reached the door. If he had to climb those stairs on a regular basis, he could skip the leg press at the gym. He knocked, then waited, turning Ev’s phone over and over in his hand and wondering what he was going to say to fix this mess.

Finally, the door opened, the chain still in place, and Gabe caught sight of a blue eye and a head of curly blond hair that was very much not his missing boy.

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