Page 72 of Convenient Rivals

“So, this is how it’s going to go down. You’re going to buy me lunch, and then tell me what’s going on with Josh. Then you’re going to fix it, so he doesn’t leave me.”

“That bossy bottom tone doesn’t work on me, you know,” he said with a smirk.

Oscar put his arm round Daniel’s shoulder.

“We’ll see about that.”

It was going to be an interesting lunch.

The afternoon was a lot better. Daniel had explained the Josh situation over lunch and had promised to fix it. Oscar was keeping out of it. The whole thing was messy, but as long as Josh stayed, he didn’t care how it happened. He hadn’t heard from Gregory all day, but that wasn’t unusual given both their jobs. Oscar knew he had to be honest about his feelings, but something was holding him back – fear.

As if he’d manifested him, Oscar looked up from his desk when there was knock on his doorframe. Gregory was standing there with a smile on his face. He was wearing one of his bow ties, so he must have been to work, or was on his way. He’d been half asleep, looking all cute when Oscar had left this morning, and if he’d not had to be in the office to prep for his meeting, Oscar would have stayed in bed longer. The pain in his arse had subsided now, and he was more than ready for another good dicking. They hadn’t christened his desk yet... Now there was a thought.

“What’s that look on your face all about?” he asked.

“We haven’t broken this desk in yet.”

Gregory snorted. “And we won’t, not with Josh sitting outside.”

“He’s usually gone by six,” he replied, looking at his watch. Two hours to go. “What can I do for you while we wait?”

“Can we talk?”

“That sounds ominous.”

“No. It’s a good thing, I hope.”

Gregory closed the door, and Oscar was sure he felt his heart stop beating for a second as his brain immediately went to Gregory ending things. They’d been a lot more intimate and coupley lately. Maybe that was too much for Gregory, and he wanted to just dial things back. Oscar could handle that. Okay, so now he was lying to himself, and in his own head.

Wait ... he’d said it was a good thing.

Gregory walked over to him and took hold of his hands. His green eyes were so beautiful, but Oscar could see there was fear in them. What did he have to be afraid of? He had to know by know by now that Oscar would do nothing to hurt him again, ever. As he looked into those eyes, and saw Gregory swallow like he was struggling to form words, it all became clear to Oscar. In this moment, he needed to take the lead. In the bedroom or his business, Gregory oozed a quiet confidence – well, not so quiet in the bedroom – but in expressing his emotions he was still that vulnerable boy he’d been best friends with twenty years ago.

Oscar needed to go first. He cupped Gregory’s cheeks and took a deep breath.

“I love you, Gregory.”

Tears formed in his eyes and ran down his cheeks. Oscar used his thumbs to wipe them away.

“I love you too,” he choked out. He cleared his throat. “I love you too,” he repeated with a smile.

Oscar leant forward and kissed him gently on the lips, still holding his cheeks. The kiss lingered, and he couldn’t help but smile as Gregory’s tongue licked against his lips, seeking silent permission, and as soon as their tongues met, the fireworks went off. Gregory gripped Oscar’s face and devoured his mouth with his tongue. Without realising he’d been moving, he felt his back hit the wall. For a second, he remembered that Josh was sitting outside, but when Gregory palmed his cock, his professionalism crumbled.

Gregory made quick work of unbuckling his trousers, and slid his cool hand along his warm shaft, his palm catching on the sensitive head of Oscar’s cock. He was already soaking wet, as he always was with Gregory. Nobody had ever turned him on like this, and now they’d both just shared that they loved each other. It was like a full-circle moment, from being fucked over Gregory’s desk just a few months ago, to now hopefully being fucked over Oscar’s.

He felt the familiar push on his shoulders and instinctively obeyed the silent command by dropping to his knees. Gregory pulled out his thick cock and slapped it against Oscar’s face. It was a beautiful thing. A solid eight inches with a girth of at least six. The beast had given him lock jaw a few times. He would happily suck Gregory’s cock all day.

“Open up for me,” he growled, smearing the precome from his tip against Oscar’s lips.

He opened his mouth and got that taste he loved so much as the smooth skin of Gregory’s shaft slid across his tongue. Then he heard the biggest boner killer of his life.

“Oscar, where are you? Oscar...”

Oh, God. It was his mother. What the hell did she want?

Gregory looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights – they both did – as Oscar jumped to his feet and they both buckled up as quickly as they could. Oscar was wiping his lips as she burst open his office door without knocking.

Victoria Montgomery waltzed into his office like she was the lady of the manor.

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