Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
AARON
THREE WEEKS LATER
I didn’t have to fire Harrison. Or, marry him for that matter.
All my angsting had been for nothing. Harrison ghosted me, so it was done. Okay, he didn’t completely disappear. I saw him at the weekly management meeting. And I was copied on his various emails about prospects. He was polite, distant, and uber professional. It pissed me off even more than his former sarcasm. All that teasing and flirting from weeks ago must’ve been a figment of my overactive imagination.
Where it should stay.
Between his change in behavior and my continued inability to sleep, everything was getting to me. I worked into the wee hours of every morning, until my eyes blurred, and a headache bloomed. I didn’t care. As long as I kept busy, I didn’t have time to think about him .
Until today. I sat in my office, trying to focus on the email in front of me, but I couldn’t. I’d finally hit a wall, and I was done. I tapped Patrick’s extension and waited for him to pick up.
“Hey boss, what’s up?” he answered.
“Cancel any calls I have for the rest of the day and take the afternoon off.”
“What? Really?” he replied.
I never cancelled calls. Or ignored emails. I must be coming down with something. Harrison’s warning about burnout reverberated in my head. What would it take to get him out of there for good?
“Yes, really.”
“Are you okay, Aaron?”
I leaned back in my chair. “I’m fine.”
“You say that, but you’ve been extra quiet lately. And you look exhausted. I know it’s not my place but?—”
“I’ve had some issues sleeping. Nothing to worry about,” I paused. “Go enjoy an early start to your weekend.”
“Thank you for the time off.”
“You deserve it, Patrick. I’ll see you on Monday.”
I ended the call and swiveled my chair around to stare at the Seattle skyline. Nothing obstructed my view up here. Big, black clouds hovered over the city, while rain lashed down, accompanied by the occasional snap of lightning. I loved a wild storm and could watch for hours. I often did, on my deck at home. Home. That’s where I should be right now. Catching up on sleep. Soon.
I rolled up my sleeves, undid the top button of my shirt, and loosened my tie. Better.
A soft knock at my door had me turning around again.
“Patrick, I told you to go home,” I called out as I closed my laptop.
The door opened but instead of my assistant stepping into my office, it was Harrison.
When our gazes locked, I jolted hard, like I’d been hit by one of those bolts of lightning outside my window. Harrison looked good. No, not that. He was sexy as fuck. Dressed in black jeans, leather loafers, and a crisp white button-down, he was the epitome of casual Friday. But his raven hair was messy, like he’d just run his hands through it. I remembered how it felt to grip that hair while we fucked. Had it been three weeks? It felt like forever.
“Patrick’s on his way out,” Harrison replied and shut the door with a resounding click.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my throat suddenly dry. “I mean, did we have a meeting I forgot about?”
“No meeting,” Harrison shook his head and moved to stand in front of my desk. “Just a friendly visit.”
“Friendly? Us?” I scoffed. “Forget it. Whatever it is you need to say, send me an email instead.”
Harrison rounded the desk and perched on the edge. Too close. Why did he always smell so fucking good? I ignored my racing heart and shaky hands. Fuck, it was time to go home and rest.
“You’re testy because you’re not sleeping,” Harrison accused. “You look like shit.”
“Well, thanks for that,” I snapped as I stood up and faced him. “If there’s nothing else?”
“Only this.”
Harrison grabbed my tie and yanked me forward, taking my lips in a deep, unexpected kiss that was hot as hell. His tongue was playful, and then it wasn’t, and shit, I could kiss him all fucking day. I moaned into his mouth, as we bit and licked at each other, the kiss spiralling out of control. My cock throbbed like a motherfucker and God, I’d missed this. I’d jerked off to the memory of Banff so many times over the past three weeks I had calluses on my hands.
“What are we doing?” I groaned when he finally let me come up for air.
“What feels right,” Harrison whispered against my lips. “I’ve tried to be a good boy and keep my distance but fuck it. I want you. I know you want me too, Aaron. Tell me.”
I shivered at his bold statement.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“I do, but it’s…it’s more than?—”
Shit. How could I explain what I was feeling when it scared the fuck out of me?
“Baby, I know.”
Baby? He did not just call me that. And why did I secretly like it?
“Sit.” Harrison pushed me back, and in my shock, I fell onto my chair. He wandered over to the window, lowered the blinds, and then came around to slowly kneel at my feet. “You need to relax and I’m going to make sure of it.”
“But the door?—”
“It’s locked,” Harrison whispered as he reached for my zipper. “Now shush, and let me get to work.”
When his hand delved into my briefs, I lost the pathetic amount of fight I had left in me. He pulled my hard dick out and slowly licked around the head, then sucked it into his wicked mouth. With one teasing hand gripping the base of my cock and the other cupping my balls, I was completely at his mercy. There was a fuckton of power in this room, and Harrison had all of it.
Harry on his knees, in my office, sucking my cock, was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Fuck, Harry, that’s good,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”
“If you don’t stay quiet, I’m going to shove your tie in your mouth.”
“Kinky.”
“You’re loud when it comes to sex.” He grinned up at me and licked his lips. “I’m being practical.”
When I saw the intense expression in his eyes, I understood what he really meant and I started to tremble.
“You’re being possessive,” I stated knowingly. “You don’t want anyone else to hear me.”
Harrison chuckled darkly and raised one eyebrow. “I said, be quiet.”
“No, you said?—”
The rest of my words were forgotten as Harrison swallowed my cock down eagerly, in one go. I didn’t want to think about why he was so good at that or the idea that other men had enjoyed the same experience. He was here and he was mine. And watching his lips stretch wide around my dick was, ngh, I bit down on my knuckles to keep from crying out. Damn, he was sexy. And when he sucked hard, my ass lifted off the leather chair as I thrust into his mouth, needing more.
He moaned around my cock, and I reached for his hair, angling his head, urging him to take me deeper.
“Take it all, make me come,” I grunted.
He bobbed his head faster, his hand moving in tandem, pleasure sparking in my balls.
“Yes, just like that,” I panted. “Baby, it’s so good.”
I bit down on my hand again, hoping he didn’t hear what I’d said. His answering moan told me I was too late. And the fact that he suddenly reached down to touch himself also told me he liked it. A lot.
“Show me your cock. I need to see you come,” I demanded.
Harrison released my dick as he quickly reached into his pocket, pulled out a packet of lube, and ripped it open with his teeth. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick, covering it with lube, and jacked off frantically. With his free hand, he grabbed hold of my dick again and sucked me down his throat, saliva slipping out of the corners of his mouth and tears rolling down his cheeks. I could smell his precum and my own arousal. Fuck, it was incredible, and I wasn’t going to last much longer. I was going to come right here, in my office. I’d never be able to step foot in here again without reliving this moment.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” I panted. “I’m almost there.”
Harrison licked and sucked, taking me so deep, until his nose hit my pubes. Over and over, the wet heat of his mouth tormented me. I lost it, everything in my body locking up tight and then releasing in a cascade of pleasure. I let out a silent scream and jerked hard as Harrison swallowed my cum. I watched as some of it slipped out the sides of his mouth, dripping down his face, dripping on the carpet.
“Dirty fucking boy,” I whispered. “Show me.”
Harrison let my spent cock slip from his lips, and leaned back, jacking off frantically. Seeing my cum on his stunning face was almost too much for me to take. Another shudder, another burst of cum leaked out of my dick as I watched. It wasn’t enough, I needed to taste him.
“Aaron, fuck, Aaron. I… you—” He paused and shook his head, like he was too overcome to speak.
“Stand up and feed me your cock,” I commanded. “Fuck my face.”
Harrison scrambled to his feet and did just that, his thighs bracketing my chair as he fed me his dick, one inch at a time. The salty, bitter taste of his precum was so good. I swirled my tongue around the head and then teased the underside, a spot that drove him wild. He whimpered and keened, sliding his hands in my hair and gripping tightly, his hips thrusting hard. Harrison was not holding back. It wasn’t easy for me to take him deep at this angle, but I kept going, choking and gagging but refusing to give him anything less than everything I had.
“Aaron,” he whispered. “Yes, fuck yes!”
My mouth flooded with cum as Harrison came long and hard. I was hungry for every bit of it and did my best to swallow it all. But it was a lot. I took one last lick and leaned back, letting his cock slip out of my mouth.
When I looked up at his eyes, I felt an intensity of emotion I wasn’t prepared for. Did he feel the same? The way he looked at me had me believing I was right. It was almost too much, my chest suddenly aching along with my balls.
“Holy hell, Aaron,” Harrison panted as he stared down at me. “Holy fucking hell.”
He shook his head, like he couldn’t believe how good it was. I couldn’t either.
“I know.” I licked my sore lips. “Thank you for the most satisfying one-on-one meeting I’ve ever had in this office.”
He chuckled at my comment. “I’m not sure that’s a skill I should put on my résumé.”
“Probably not.”
Harrison cleared his throat and stepped away. “I better go before someone else comes knocking on your door.”
My instinct was to say no, stay. I didn’t want to let him go. I had to, but I didn’t want to. But my brain kicked online again, and I nodded in agreement.
“Let’s get cleaned up first.”
Thankfully, my office had a private bathroom. I took his hand and led him to it, letting him wash up first. I stood behind him, watching until he was done, then slid my arms around his waist and leaned in to nuzzle his neck. I kissed every freckle I could find, until Harrison turned his head, and our lips met in a possessive kiss that was almost painfully sweet.
“I got cum on your face, again,” I quipped.
“No complaints.”
Reluctantly, I let him go and he washed his face, then I did the same. A few minutes later, we stepped out of the bathroom. Harrison’s hair was slicked back, his pretty mouth swollen and red.
“Come to my place later,” I offered. “I’ll text you the address. Stay overnight.”
He stared at me. “Are you sure?”
I cupped his face and gave him a mauling kiss.
“Yes.”
“I’ll need to bring Chewie.”
The mention of his dog made me smile. “Something tells me our pets are going to get along the same way we do.”
“With a lot of hissing and scratching?” Harrison teased.
“That too.”
He gave me a final kiss, then stepped back and smoothed his shirt.
“I better go.” Harrison headed for the door. “Oh, I almost forgot. There was another reason why I stopped by your office. I did, as you suggested earlier, send you an email.”
“When?”
“A few minutes before I came in here,” he admitted.
“I didn’t get a chance to read it. What was it about?” I asked, walking back around my desk on shaky legs.
“Nothing urgent. We can discuss it later,” he replied with a smirk.
“Give me a hint?”
Harrison paused at the door and glanced over his shoulder.
“It’s my letter of resignation.”
I missed my chair and fell flat on my ass.