Page 87 of After Hours Lectures
He stared at me, his eyes turning glassy. “I can’t ask you to stay here for me. That wouldn’t be fair to you.”
I rounded the corner of his desk and kneeled in front of him, placing my hands on his thighs. “Do you still want to be with me?”
“Of course I do,” he whispered.
“Then you need to understand that you’re not asking me to do anything. I’m following my heart, and it’s telling me this is where I belong.”
He looked at my hands resting on his legs. “I don’t want you to regret your choice later on and walk away.”
His words hit me hard. The entire time I thought he was only worried about how I felt, but I hadn’t considered he was scared of losing me if I felt resentment for putting him first. I took a deep breath, hoping what I said next would eliminate his remaining doubt. “Music journalism is something I enjoy and want to do, but I can do that anywhere. A great job would mean nothing to me if I wasn’t truly happy with my life. And my life would be empty if all I had was work and not the person I love.”
A tear slipped down his cheek, and he cupped my face with his hands. “I love you too.”
“Then don’t make me live without you.”
“Okay.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine.
“The last month has been miserable without you.”
He trailed his lips down my neck. “It’s been miserable for me too. I missed you so much.”
I palmed his hard cock through his dress pants. “I missed you, too. Don’t ever leave me again.”
He leaned forward and brushed a soft kiss against my lips. “I won’t.”
A few minutes passed as we enjoyed the simple contact we’d denied each other during our time a part, but it wasn’t enough. The desire to feel every inch of the man I was head over heels for overwhelmed me.
I reached for his belt. “I need you.”
“Tyler,” he murmured against my sensitive skin. “Someone might come in here.”
“I’ll lock the door.”
While I walked over and flipped the lock, Hayden made quick work of his pants and opened the side drawer of his desk.
“I don’t have lube but I do have some Vaseline.” He grabbed the little jar before tossing it on the desk.
“Vaseline? Why?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. It wasn’t the best option, but we didn’t have much choice since I didn’t want to wait a second longer for him to take me.
He pulled out his wallet. “My lips get chapped sometimes. Now are you going to keep talking with that smart mouth or are you going to let me bend you over this desk?”
“Oh, the desk sounds better.” Even though the door was locked, the fact someone could walk by and hear us added an extra rush, and my heart raced with anticipation. I slid my pants down to my ankles before I braced my forearms on top of the oak desk.
“I’m not going to get to tease you like I want to,” he said, moving behind me. “We’ll save that for tonight when I can take my time worshiping your body. Right now, I’m going to feel every bit of your greedy little asshole. Let you know how much I love you. How much you’re mine.”
If I could come just from his words, I would have been a sloppy mess on the floor.
The sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open filled my ears and I turned my head to see Hayden dip his fingers into the Vaseline.
“Spread those legs for me, baby,” he murmured, his tip grazing my hole.
I moaned and tilted my hips back giving him better access.
“You’re going to have to keep that smart mouth quiet while I fuck you. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed as he filled my ass to the hilt.
He leaned over my back so he could capture my mouth with his. I poured every emotion into the kiss. Showing him how much I loved him and how grateful I was that we found our way back to each other.
