Page 227 of Worthy

Chapter seven

Lance

It’s been just over a week and we aren’t able to keep our hands off each other. In the office, in the bathroom, at his apartment, before work, after work, during work… It’s like we’re desperate and needy all the time.

I’m currently in his office bathroom, back pressed uncomfortably against the sink as he kneels before me, mouth wrapped around my cock. Fuck me, his mouth is perfect. I have one hand fisted in his hair while my eyes roll back.

After we had dinner the first night we went back to his place for round two. He sucked me off for the first time, and ever since then, it’s like he can’t get enough. I’m not complaining. I feel that way too. Before we started this it was easy to control myself. Not now though. We’ll be in meetings and I’ll have a hard time taking notes, too busy thinking about how good he looks without his clothes on. When I’m home, trying to get work set up for the next day, I start thinking about how I kneeled under his desk while he was on a conference call.

It’s crazy, it’s only been ten days, yet we haven’t done full sex, and still, this is the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had. “I’m close,” I warn him, even though I don’t have to. He likes the way I taste, at least, that’s what he tells me every time.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me.” His dirty mouth is my undoing and I groan, spilling into his mouth. He eagerly sucks me down and I sigh, hands running through his slightly dampened hair.

I got him off first, thankfully, I don’t know if I’d have the energy to do it now. Between all the sex and lack of sleep, I’m worn out. He chuckles, standing and helping me with my pants before placing a kiss on my lips. I don’t know how it’s possible but his kisses get sweeter every time. I’m becoming addicted to him.

I slide to the side so he can clean up at the sink. Once he’s done I open the door and we exit. I’d be more cautious about us leaving the bathroom together if this was a public bathroom. I smirk at the disheveled papers on his desk and snag my tie off of them. We may have gotten a bit carried away before we moved to the bathroom so we wouldn’t be overheard.

“That was fun,” Owen says, plopping down in his desk chair. “I’m beat.”

I smirk, glad he’s feeling the same effects of our coupling as I am. It’s fun and exhausting. “Me too. I’m supposed to have dinner with Jess tonight, but I think I may cancel.”

“I’m having dinner with my father and some of his colleagues. I wish I could cancel.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you had a dinner meeting, do you need me to go?” I’ve had to go to a few of his dinner meetings before with his father. They’ve all been business and boring as hell, but if he needs me there I’ll go.

He shakes his head vigorously, eyes slightly wide. “Don’t even worry about it, trust me. It’s not a big deal.” I frown at his reaction but let it go.

“Okay.” I sigh, “I’m going to head out, do you need me to do anything for you before I go?”

“No, you go, have a good night.” He stands, walking me to the door but neither one of us moves to open it. We just stand there looking at each other, like we can’t bear to be separated. Finally, I cave, knowing we can’t stand here for the rest of the night. I reach for the door handle and am about to pull it open, but he catches my free hand, lacing our fingers together before leaning down and slanting his lips over mine. I think it’s meant to be a quick kiss, but the second our mouths meet it’s like magnets snapping together, not wanting to let go.

I cling to him, my other hand grabbing his neck for leverage as I kiss him deeply, hungrily… because I’m starving for him. I should be worried about all these feelings he’s pulling from me. This was supposed to be a casual thing, helping a friend out, and yet it feels like so much more than that to me. I force my lips away from his, gasping for air when we separate.

“I feel like I could kiss you forever,” he mutters, and it causes my heart to jolt. Ugh, he’s killing me.

“Me too.” I lean in, smacking a peck to his lips before pulling away quickly. “We can’t though, we have stuff to do.”

“I know, you’re right. Doesn’t change the fact that I’d rather take you home and do other things.” He waggles his brows, but I’m stuck on the word home. I know he didn’t mean it the way it sounded, but a little piece of me wishes that he did. Reaching out, I grab the door handle once more, pulling it open. It’s not what we want but it’s what needs to happen.

I slide past him and out the door to my desk to collect my stuff, the whole time I can feel his eyes on me from the doorway. Putting my tablet away, I grab my bag and slide it on. “Okay.” I look up at him, smiling as I start to walk backwards down the hall. “I’m going.”

He laughs as he watches me leave. “I’ll see you later,” he calls out, and I give him a little wave before turning around and darting to the exit.

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I yawn so hard my jaw pops before stuffing a forkful of lettuce in my mouth. Jess is talking a mile a minute about this new guy he’s going out with and usually I would be contributing a lot more to the conversation if I wasn’t so tired. I wasn’t lying when I said Owen’s been wearing me out. If it’s like this now, imagine how it’ll be after full-blown sex.

“What’s up with you tonight?” Jess questions, pulling my attention to him.

“Sorry, I’m just tired. Haven’t been sleeping well lately.” Okay, so I haven’t exactly told Jess about the Owen thing. I’ve been meaning to, but I haven’t really talked to him over the last week. Sue me, I’ve been busy.

“Mmhmm.”

I glance up, cocking a brow. “What?”

“Oh, no, nothing.” He picks up his sandwich, taking a bite and chewing overexaggeratedly before swallowing. “I just thought my best friend would tell me when he was seeing a guy.” He shrugs, then takes a sip of his water all innocent-like.

Okay, but what the fuck. He can’t possibly know. “What do you mean?” I ask, not wanting to deny it.

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