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“You only have adults working for you, right?”
“Yes.” Jack bumped his shoulder against Gray’s. “But even adults have a hard time accepting their shortcomings.”
“The corporate world is totally different from big law.” He shook his head.
“What do you do when you have an underperforming associate?”
They had reached the bathroom, and Gray pulled off his shirt as he answered. “We fire them.” He shoved his sweatpants to his ankles, toed off his socks, and then squatted to pick up his clothes. Once he straightened back up, bundle of clothes in his arms, he noticed Jack staring at him, mouth gaping. He thought about what he’d said and realized it sounded harsh. “We are admittedly less delicate than you,” he confessed as he set his clothes on the counter. “Up.” He curled his hands around Jack’s and raised them. “But it’s a job. They’re paid handsomely to be there, and they’re expected to do what it takes.” He took hold of Jack’s hem and pulled his shirt over his head. “They know people aren’t happy with their work before that point so it’s not completely out of the blue.” He didn’t mention that they most likely knew because they’d been berated by a partner or a client.
“What?” Jack blinked and finally closed his mouth. “I don’t know what we’re talking about.”
“The associates,” Gray answered and then realized Jack’s expression had been a positive reaction to his body, not a negative response to his words. “Did you stop listening to me when I got naked?” Pressing a soft kiss to Jack’s lips, he said, “I’m flattered.” He dragged his palms and his gaze down Jack’s bare chest. “This is a great view.” He tucked his fingers under Jack’s waistband and then pushed his pants and briefs down, exposing a long, thick, and hard cock. “Mmm. It got even better.”
“Gray,” Jack moaned.
“Uh huh?” He licked his lips as he took in the sight of a naked, highly aroused Jack Storm. “God damn, Jack, you are beyond sexy.”
“Me?” Jack dragged his gaze down Gray’s body. “Have you come across a mirror lately?”
“We better get into that shower right now if you actually want to go to the party. Otherwise, I’m taking you to bed.”
Jack sighed and stepped away, looking like it was the last thing he wanted to do. “We have to go.” He opened the glass door, walked into the large, marble-tiled shower, and turned on the water. “It’s the right thing to do.”
Gray followed and didn’t complain because Jack’s kindness and generosity were two of the many qualities he admired about him. “You know, I’m thinking.” He dipped his gaze to Jack’s hard cock. “Based on the way you look.” He stepped closer and his erection slid against Jack’s. “And the way I feel.” He curled his hand around their dicks. “I doubt it’ll take us long to get some relief.”
Jack trembled. “You have a deal.” He reached into the tiled nook and picked up the tube of conditioner. “And it’s okay if we’re a little late.”
“Late? Since when is the always punctual Mr. Storm willing to be late?” he teased.
“There’s a first time for everything.”
“I’m flattered.” Gray cupped the side of Jack’s face with his free hand and leaned forward, brushing their lips together. “Mmm.” He slid his tongue over Jack’s bottom lip and then slipped it into his mouth. Jack tilted his head to the left as Gray’s went to the right, slotting them together perfectly. Rolling his tongue with Jack’s, he moaned. “You taste so good,” he whispered, lowering his gaze between their bodies. “And you’re so damn thick.” His left hand barely reached halfway aroundthem. Gray had never bottomed with a man as endowed as Jack and he was really looking forward to it.
“Can I?” Jack moved the conditioner into his line of sight.
“Yes.” Gray nodded.
Jack pressed his forehead to Gray’s, both of them watching as the cool liquid slid over their heated skin.
“Fuck,” Gray grunted, chest heaving. He moved his right hand down too, curling it around the other side of their cocks, and then moved both hands up and down in tandem.
“Gray.” Jack’s chest heaved, breaths bursting fast and loud. “Oh my God.” He clutched Gray’s shoulders, pulled him close, and then walked forward until Gray’s back slammed against the tile. “Don’t stop.” His cheeks were heated, blue eyes wide, and nostrils flared. “Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” Gray promised, quickening his double-handed strokes.
Droplets shimmering on his creamy skin and long eyelashes, Jack cradled both of his cheeks, gaze locked on his. “This feels amazing.”
That wasn’t technically a question, but Gray heard it anyway. “It does,” he confirmed.
With a cry, Jack slammed his mouth over Gray’s, fingers digging into his scalp as he licked his lips and then sucked on his tongue.
This was the passion buried under the pain and insecurity. He would have been relieved that Jack was finally letting it out, but he was too busy losing his mind.
“Damn, Jack.” Gray thrust his hips forward as he twisted his palm over their cockheads. He bit Jack’s chin, grazed his lips across Jack’s jaw, and kissed his neck, right under his ear. “I’m going to lose it.”
“Ahhh,” Jack moaned. Forehead creased and lips parted, Jack stared at him. “I…” His breathing quickened. “I…”
“Me too.” Gray nodded. “Me too.”
