Page 66 of Out of the Shadows
COSMO
I’ve got no idea what Daniel’s talking about. All I can concentrate on is the way he looks in his exquisitely tailored suit. I’m also imagining what he looks like without the suit, although in all honesty I’ve no need to imagine, not when I saw every inch of his naked body earlier this morning, and felt every long, hard inch, wet and slippery with shower gel. My cock remembers too, as it starts to fill and strains at the zip on my trousers. A hard-on in the middle of a business meeting with all my colleagues around me isn’t really a smart idea. I shift in my seat and drag my chair in closer to the table.
Daniel turns and catches my eye, and I swear his own narrow slightly and that his mouth twitches in a knowing smile.
How can everybody around us not know, or see, or smell what’s been going on between us for the last three weeks, four days and seven hours? Despite the shower, which we’d both had to take again, and the overlay of cologne, the two of us, I’m convinced, must reek of arousal and sex. Its musky scent is lodged in my nose. I can taste it on my tongue and I can smell it on my skin. Or maybe that’s my imagination because it’s what I want to think, because there’s no way I can’t not think it, not when Daniel’s standing up in front of us all looking every shade of silver, sexy and foxy…
Laughter bubbles up on my lips, which I try to disguise with a cough. Hot Fox, the cheesy online magazine which is now my private pleasure, where Daniel was proclaimed as one very hot fox indeed. It’s true, there’s no disguising it’s exactly what he is. The cough that’s really a laugh is unstoppable, and I meet Fiona’s curious eyes. One or two of my other colleagues are also looking at me, as is Daniel, and I mumble a sorry before I showily clear my throat.
I do my best to catch up with what Daniel’s saying, but it’s difficult. Not that it really matters because I wrote the report he’s going through, and the accompanying PowerPoints. Or a good chunk of it. The meeting’s finally called to a close and everybody gets up and files from the room. I hang back, making it look like I want to have a word with my boss. Truth is, I want more than a word, and so does my cock.
I close the boardroom door and lean back against it.
“Yes, Mr. Stern. What can I do for you?”
“I think there’s plenty you could do for me, or I could do for you.” I keep my voice down.
Daniel peers at me from behind his sleek designer glasses. Although doesn’t have to wear them all the time, I secretly wish he did as they add to the whole silver fox fantasy. He’s doing his best to look and act professional but I can see beneath the veneer, as a faint flush colours his cheekbones and his fingers play at the knot of his tie.
“Cosmo, we’re at work. All our colleagues are just on the other side of the wall—”
“That’s not strictly correct. Everybody’s returned to the open plan office. Downstairs, I should add, which exposes the fallacy of your statement.” I push myself away from the door and take slow steps towards him.
“Smart arse.” His mouth twitches with a smile.
I stop in front of the large boardroom table which stands between us. Placing my hands on the top, I put all my weight on my arms and lean forward, mirroring the stance he took with me when he found me alone in the office, and made his confession.
“I want you to take me—”
“What?”
The papers he’s holding fall from his hands and they flutter, unheeded, back to the table. He stares at me through startled eyes, but I’m learning how to read him, and what I read in their very blue depths is a clear and rising heat. I chuckle. Oh, this is fun.
“Through the report,” I say calmly. “You cantake methough it piece by piece because to be honest with you, it was rather hard to concentrate when I was imagining you completely naked with my lips wrapped around your red, hard, glistening wet c—”
“Cosmo! For Christ’s sake,” Daniel rasps. I glance down at his very, very tented trousers. “I can’t,we can’t, do anything at work.”
“Are you sure?”
His pupils have swallowed up the blue of his irises, and his breath is heavier and harder than it was just a moment ago.
Daniel’s right, I know he is, but what started out as no more than a little tease has turned into a hell of a lot more. All I want to do is to push him against the boardroom table, drag those tailored, bespoke trousers down to his ankles, and suck the ever living daylights out of him. And if I push, if I push that little bit more, I know he’ll let me do it.
“But you want it, though, don’t you?” My words come out rough and ragged, almost a growl.
“Fuck.”
“If you want.
I’m pushing it to the extreme, to the very outer edge. It’s like there’s something inside me, goading me, urging me on. And Jesus, but I’m loving every second of it.
“Of course I damn well do.”
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m around the other side of the table and reaching for him.
The door bangs open and we fly apart as though we’ve been burnt.
“I was told you’d finished. Sorry.”
