Page 24 of Convenient Rivals

“Oh, right. Do you need to use the shower?”

“No. I want to spend the rest of the day with your come still inside me.”

Gregory’s body prickled with desire, his cock plumping under the towel. Did he have no self-control around this man?

“Can you look the other way while I get dressed?”

He thought Oscar would laugh at him given what they’d just done, but he smiled and swivelled the chair so he was looking out the window. Gregory had a wardrobe in the office with spare clothes. He often pulled all-nighters at work, so he needed to have things here, even if he only lived a five-minute walk away.

He pulled on a pair of trousers, as he wasn’t really a jeans person, and was going to put on a shirt so he looked respectable, but given what they’d just done he grabbed a clean superhero T-shirt instead. After he pulled it on, he straightened his hair as best as he could, and put on his glasses.

“All good now.”

Oscar turned round and eyed him up and down. “Cute!”

“Fuck off!”

“What? I’m being serious. I remember how much you loved superheroes when we were kids.”

And there it was – the reminder of why this could never happen again. Gregory’s childhood had been miserable, and in part it was down to the man sitting in his desk chair, acting like he owned the place.

“What did you want to talk about?” he said, his voice coming off harsher than he meant.

“Are you okay, Gregory?”

“Fine. Can you just say what you need to say and go? I’ve got work to do.”

“It’s Sunday.”

“And?”

“Have I upset you?”

Was this guy serious? Gregory couldn’t deal with this right now, but if he didn’t hear Oscar out, he’d only come back.

“Everything’s fine. I’m just tried.”

“Okay, well, shall we have a drink? You might need one when you hear my idea.”

Oh, God, what was he planning? This guy could be a little crazy at the best of times. Oscar Montgomery took risks in business, and they paid off. But Gregory knew this was not going to be a business conversation.

“What’s this about, Oscar? And can I have my chair back?”

“Let’s sit on the sofa,” he said, jumping up.

How did he have so much energy after being fucked like that? Gregory was shattered. He joined Oscar on the sofa, sitting at the opposite end, and Oscar smirked, knowing why Gregory was putting distance between them.

“This is about Barty.”

Gregory instantly prickled.

“I know his debt has been transferred to you.”

“How?” he croaked.

Oscar was looking at him with such compassion, it was hard not to get choked up. The fact his father had persuaded Grant Kincaid that Barty’s debt should be transferred to Gregory was bad enough, but he’d not even felt an ounce of guilt about doing it. Gregory had the money, and Barty was family, so it was his duty to clear the debt.

“My mother and yours were talking. I overheard. How much is it this time?”

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