Chapter 14 #2
“Perfect,” Beau said. “Mason was just showing me some documents for the Henderson case.”
“Uh-huh. Documents.” Lisa’s expression was skeptical. “Well, I’ll let you get back to... that.”
She left, and I collapsed back in my chair. “Fuck.”
“It’s fine.” Beau cleared his throat.
“It’s not fine. Did you see the way she looked at us?”
“Mason—” Beau shifted uncomfortably. “Okay, there’s something I should probably tell you.”
My stomach dropped. “What?”
“Lisa... she already knows something happened between us.”
“What do you mean, she knows?”
“Last week, when you and I ran into each other in the hallway and you were being all cold and professional?” Beau grimaced. “She cornered me the second you left. Clever girl figured it out in about ten seconds.”
“Jesus Christ.” I stood up, pacing. “What exactly did you tell her?”
“I didn’t tell her anything! She just—she’s observant, okay? Lisa saw the way we looked at each other and put two and two together. Asked if we kissed.” He held up his hands defensively. “I didn’t confirm or deny anything, but Mason, she’s not stupid.”
“So she’s known this whole time.” My mind was racing. “And now she walks in here and—fuck, this is exactly what I was worried about.”
“Mason.” Beau caught my arm, stopping my pacing. “Breathe. Lisa’s not telling anyone.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Because I know her. She’s discreet. Lisa told me to fix things between us, not to hide them. I doubt she’s said a word to anyone.”
I wanted to believe him. But my heart was still racing, my mind already making a disaster out of every possible outcome. “This is exactly what I was worried about. People figuring it out. And now Lisa walks in here with perfect timing—”
“Bad timing,” Beau corrected. “And she knows to knock now, trust me. She looked mortified.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“I’m not laughing.” Beau’s hands came up to cup my face.
“Look at me. Lisa isn’t going to be a problem.
She was excited for us last week, before anything even really happened.
She won’t run to Carter and Patsy, or gossip around the water cooler.
Lisa is probably happy we finally figured our shit out. ”
“You don’t know that.”
His thumbs stroked my cheekbones. “Trust me. Okay?”
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. “Okay.”
“Good.” Beau smiled. “Now stop spiraling and let me help you stop thinking so much.”
“How?”
He leaned down, his mouth next to my ear. “Meet me in the supply closet in fifteen minutes.”
“Beau, I don’t think…”
“Fifteen minutes,” he repeated. “The big supply closet over by the copy room. I’ll be waiting.”
He walked out, leaving me sitting there with my heart pounding and my brain short-circuiting.
This was insane. Reckless. Exactly the type of thing I’d spent my entire career avoiding.
I checked my watch.
Fourteen minutes to go.
SCENE 4
The supply closet was tucked into a forgotten corner of the office, abandoned after accounting got their shiny new copiers. No one came here anymore.
I checked the hallway three times before slipping inside. The space was barely wide enough for two men to stand without brushing against each other.
Except touching was the only thing on Beau’s mind.
The door clicked shut behind me, and before I could even breathe, he had me pinned against the shelves, his mouth crashing into mine. A shocked sound tore from my throat, but it turned into a groan when his hands slid under my jacket, fingers digging into my waist like he owned me.
“This is insane,” I bit out between kisses, even as my body arched into his.
“I know.” His teeth scraped my earlobe, sending a jolt straight to my cock. “But you still came.”
“I’m going to regret this.”
“Not yet, you won’t.” Beau shoved my jacket off my shoulders, letting it pool at our feet. His fingers went straight for my belt, yanking it open with a sharp clink of metal. “You’ve been thinking about this too. Don’t lie.”
I couldn’t. Not when his palm was already pressing against the hard length of me through my slacks, his thumb circling just right—
“Fuck, Beau—”
“Shh.” His breath was hot against my neck. “You want me to stop?”
God, no. But I should. We should. Someone could walk in. We could get caught. My career—
Beau dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands sliding my slacks and boxers down in one smooth motion. My cock sprang free, already leaking, and his tongue flicked out to catch the bead of pre-come at the tip.
“Jesus!” My fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tight as his lips wrapped around me, taking me deep. The wet heat of his mouth, the way his throat fluttered as he swallowed around my length—it was too much. “Beau, we can’t—someone might—”
“No one’s coming.” His voice was a dark rumble against my skin before he took me again, hollowing his cheeks, working me with his tongue in ways that made my vision blur.
“And if they do…” He pulled off just long enough to smirk up at me, his lips glistening.
“The door’s locked. They’ll just have to wait. ”
I should’ve stopped him. Should’ve pulled him up, fixed my clothes, acted like the composed, professional man I was supposed to be.
But then his fingers dug into my ass, his mouth sealed around my cock, and all I could do was feel—the slick slide of his tongue, the way his free hand cupped my balls, rolling them just hard enough to make my hips jerk.
“That’s it,” Beau murmured, pulling off to lick a slow stripe up my shaft. “Let me hear you. No one’s listening but me.”
A broken sound tore from my throat as he took me deep again, his nose brushing my pubic bone, his throat opening for me. My fingers tightened in his hair, guiding him, fucking his mouth because I couldn’t help it. He groaned around me, the vibration sending a spike of pleasure straight up my spine.
“You’re so good at this,” I gasped. “So fucking—”
His hand slid up to my mouth, two fingers pressing between my lips. “Suck.”
I did, moaning around them as he fucked my mouth with his fingers in time with his lips around my cock. It was filthy. Obscene. Perfect.
When my orgasm hit, it wrecked me—my hips stuttering, my cock pulsing down Beau’s throat as he swallowed every drop. He didn’t pull away, just licked me clean, his tongue tracing the sensitive underside until I was trembling.
“Fuck,” I panted, sagging against the shelves. “Fuck, Beau—”
He stood slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “Told you no one would figure it out.”
I was still trying to catch my breath as he kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue. “We got lucky.”
“We’re careful.” He tucked my cock back into my boxers, smoothing my slacks with a possessive pat.
“Now stop worrying… and enjoy this.” His hand slid over the bulge in his own pants.
I looked at him—at his mussed hair and swollen lips and the absolutely satisfied smile on his face—and felt something in my chest ease.
Maybe he was right, and we could do this. Keep it secret, keep it safe, and have something that was just ours.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll try.”
“Good.” Beau checked his phone. “I should get back. I have a deposition at three.”
“Me too. Conference call at three-thirty.”
We straightened each other’s clothes, and Beau cracked open the door to check the hallway.
“Clear,” he said. “I’ll go first. You wait five minutes.”
“Beau?”
He turned back. “Yeah?”
“Thank you. For this. For being patient with me.”
His smile was soft. “Always. Now get back to work, Price. Some of us have billable hours to log.”
He slipped out, and I counted to three hundred before following, checking my reflection in my phone’s camera to make sure I looked presentable.
No one would ever figure this out. Or would they?