Page 227 of Labor of Love

I was knotting Josh.

We were mates.

Lifemates.

“Char? Char, do you feel what’s happening?”

“Of course, I do. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m…I’m good. Better than good. This is perfect. You’re perfect.” Josh cooed and reached around to pet Char’s side.

“You’re perfect, too. I just wasn’t prepared for knotting. Were you?”

“I wondered. My leopard had such a strong reaction to your panther when I walked into the office on that first day that it made me curious. But no, I didn’t expect it to happen the first time we fucked.”

“It was more than simple fucking. It was…spectacular.”

I saw Josh’s shoulders bob with slight laughter. “More than spectacular. It was fucking awesome!”

“I’m sorry you have to stay bent over the desk like this. It can’t be very comfortable while I knot you.”

“It’s okay.” Josh continued to pet Char’s side, now as if reassuring him. “I’m fine. More than fine.”

We stood that way for roughly twenty minutes, until my cock finally began to soften and slide out of Josh’s body.

I grabbed my soiled pants and used them to clean Josh tenderly, then myself. “I have a shower in my private bath. How about we utilize it?”

“And maybe go for a round two? There’s nothing like slippery, soapy sex,” Josh said with a wide grin.

“You’re insatiable!” I said with a laugh.

“Only for you, my mate,” Josh retorted, and reached up for a deep, long kiss full of teeth, tongue, and attitude.

4

JOSH

Amonth went by, and we fell into a pleasant routine. I moved into Char’s enormous loft apartment, and we drove to work together every morning.

I made sure to schedule all of Char’s appointments — except for the few demanded by Char’s parents, the CEOs — for morning hours and luncheons, leaving the afternoons free.

Between the hours of one and three, we were free to fuck our ever-loving brains out. And fuck we did. On the desk. On the floor. Standing against the wall. In the shower. And once on the conference table, which brought a unique sense of danger because anyone could’ve come up the elevator and caught us with our literal pants down.

Then, one sunny afternoon, just after we’d finished a round in Char’s office of hide-the-cock on a small air mattress Char bought for that express purpose, we were alerted by an app on Josh’s phone that someone had entered the waiting room.

“Oh, shit! Tell me you didn’t schedule an interview for now,” Char whispered.

I sat up and reached for the towel we’d laid by the bed for the express purpose of a quick wipe down before hitting the shower.

“Of course not! I know better than that,” I hissed. I grabbed Char’s phone and glanced at the app. “Who is she? I don’t know her.”

I tossed Char the phone as he jumped up, gathered his clothing and hurried into the bathroom.

They hadn’t bothered to lock the door. Char scrambled for it and clicked the lock in place before the woman could try the door.

She would be ballsy enough to just walk in. Char said she’d always had behaved as if she’d owned the place.

Mallory.

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