Page 31 of Breaking the Lawyer

I run my fingers through my hair, and they come away damp with sweat. My entire body feels like I've been through a marathon, every muscle loose and satisfied in ways I didn't know were possible.

Without really thinking about it, I lower my hand and start trailing my fingers through the mess on my stomach. His cum is still warm, sticky between my fingers, and there's something strangely intimate about touching it. About having part of him on my skin.

The thought should be weird, right? A week ago, it would have sent me running for the nearest shower. Now I'm lying here playing with another man's cum like it's the most natural thing in the world.

What the hell has happened to me?

I should probably be having some kind of crisis right now. Some earth-shattering realization about my sexuality, my identity, my entire fucking life. Instead, I just feel... content. Satisfied. Like a puzzle piece finally clicking into place.

Maybe it's the endorphins talking. Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up and remember that I'm supposed to be straight, that this was just some weird experimental phase brought on by stress and fear of the unknown. But right now, staring up at the stars with his taste still on my lips, I can't bring myself to care about labels or expectations or any of the bullshit that seemed so important yesterday.

This feels right.Hefeels right.

Beside me, Christian lifts his body up with a groan and rises to his feet.

Automatically, without thinking, I reach out and grab his calf. The muscle is solid under my palm, warm and reassuring.

"Don't go," I say, the words spilling out before I can stop them.

He looks down at me with raised eyebrows, then lets his gaze drift over my body. I'm still sprawled on the blanket, completely naked, completely debauched, and the way he's looking at me makes my spent cock twitch with interest.

"I was thinking you might need a washcloth or something," he says, and there's amusement in his voice.

I glance down at where my other hand is still absentmindedly playing with his cum on my stomach. The sight is obscene and somehow beautiful at the same time.

"Oh," I say, suddenly aware of how I must look. "In that case, do go. But come right back."

He laughs, and the sound makes something warm unfurl in my chest. "Yes, sir."

I watch him walk toward the balcony door, enjoying the view of his ass, the confident way he moves even naked. Before he disappears inside, he turns around and leans against the doorframe, giving me a full frontal view.

Jesus. The man looks just as good soft as he does hard. The lean lines of his body, the way the light from inside catches on his skin, the casual way he's standing there like nudity is just another outfit.

Isn't that fucking something?

"I was thinking," he says, and there's something almost nervous in his tone. "I should go to HR in the morning."

My stomach drops. Ice water floods my veins.

Is he... is he going to report me? Reportthis? I knew it was too good to be true, knew there had to be consequences. My mind immediately starts racing through damage control scenarios, resignation letters, career changes.

"Why?" I manage, trying to keep my voice steady.

He runs his tongue along his bottom lip, and the gesture is so casual, so him, that it actually calms me down slightly. "To register," he says, motioning between us with his hand, "this. In case you want to... you know." He pauses, looking a little flustered for the first time tonight. "Do it again or something."

Relief floods through me so fast it’s dizzying and I find myself grinning. "Oh. Yeah. You totally should. Didn't know we had to do that."

He narrows his eyes. "You'd know if you bothered to read the company policy."

I chuckle. "Meh. I don't think I'm gonna do that. I can always ask you."

"God, you're impossible." But he's smiling when he says it, shaking his head in mock exasperation.

He pushes off the doorframe, and I realize he's about to disappear inside. The thought makes me panic slightly, even though I know he's coming back. There's something about being alone right now that feels wrong, like I might float away if he's not here to anchor me.

"Hey," I call after him.

Christian looks over his shoulder. "Hmm?"

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