Chapter 47
Seb’s order to break things off with Milo haunted me for the rest of the weekend. I did my best to hide how anxious I was feeling from him, but he was too smart for his own good. He could tell something had happened while I’d been gone and kept asking me if everything was alright.
‘Everything’s perfect, sweet boy. You’re fucking perfect,’ I’d told him, not wanting him to get the wrong idea and think I was having second thoughts about him.
I knew I was going to need to explain to him what was going on eventually, but I wanted to wait until after the meeting with the DARPA representative so I had all the information.
Just because we were meeting with the man didn’t mean anything was actually going to happen. I didn’t want to stress Milo out unnecessarily.
Besides, seeing him curled up on my couch in my clothes was making me so deliriously happy. I selfishly didn’t want to ruin the good vibes.
He looked so cute and comfy, cuddled up in my t-shirt and sweats that were much too large for him. He was absolutely swimming in the soft fabric, and that, coupled with his large, round glasses, made his already big eyes look even bigger…fuck.
He was just so fucking cute.
I had this overwhelming urge to protect him and keep him safe. It was killing me that I was the one putting him in danger right now.
It wasn’t fucking fair.
So, like the weak man I was, I avoided the problem for the rest of Saturday, and selfishly spent Sunday lazily fucking Milo on every surface available in my cube.
I had him ride me on the couch, I bent him over my kitchen table, and forced him to come all over my kitchen floor. I sucked him off in the shower and woke him up with spit-slicked fingers and whispered words of praise.
By the time Monday rolled around, we were both so blissed out and relaxed, I’d almost forgotten that I couldn’t walk to work with Milo like I normally did.
“Baby, wake up…” I whispered, leaving feather-light kisses across his freckle-dusted cheeks.
“Mmmmm,” he hummed, rocking his hips instinctively into my thigh, his morning wood hard beneath his borrowed pair of sweats.
I chuckled softly, brushing his hair back so I could kiss him on his forehead, too.
He looked up at me with lust in his eyes and a sleepy smile on his mouth.
“Sexy time?” he asked, and a rush of laughter bubbled in my chest.
I was getting this boy addicted to orgasms, and I was loving every second of it. It had only been a day, and he was already clearly expecting me to fuck him awake like I had the day before.
“Not right now, unfortunately. It’s early. You should go back to sleep; you don’t need to be at work for another few hours.”
He frowned. “Then why are you awake?”
I stroked his cheek and marveled at the way he easily pressed his face further into my hand.
“I need to meet up with Seb early today. I have an important meeting with the ELT.”
“Executive leadership? Will Luke be there?” Milo asked, now seeming much more awake. I could tell he didn’t like Luke, and the concern in his tone was so fucking endearing. It made my heart pinch.
“Yeah. I should be back at NeuroWell in the afternoon. I’ll bring us lunch. If you want to start tinkering with the manipulator while you wait for me, I’ve told NOVA to give you access to The Cave.”
“Is everything okay?” he asked, sitting up and looking at me with a stern look that made my dick throb.
“Yeah, baby. I’ll tell you all about it later, okay?”
Making my way into my closet, I picked out an outfit for Milo to wear, and laid it out on the dresser for him to put on later.
I’d grabbed some of Milo’s things from his cube the day before and made room for him in my closet.
Now that I had him here, I didn’t have any plans of letting him go back to his own cube.
We’d be sleeping together here until he got sick of me and asked for space.
My adorable little brainiac had been worried about curfew, but I’d assured him that NOVA would be able to cover for us.
Luke would only see what she allowed him to see when it came to the feeds in our homes, and it hadn’t been difficult to run a loop of old footage that showed us both sleeping alone in our own beds at night.
“Uhm, okay. As long as you’re sure everything is okay…” he said, still sounding concerned. I gave him a reassuring smile before leaning over to drop a kiss on his warm cheek.
“Yes, everything is fine. NOVA will order you breakfast. Please make sure you eat before you leave. I’ve set something out for you to wear on the dresser.”
That got his cheeks burning. I loved that he seemed to enjoy it when I did things like that for him. It was such a turn on. Knowing that what he would be wearing later was something I chose felt like an illegal secret. Like we were flaunting our undercover relationship in plain sight.
“Okay… if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” I dropped one last kiss on his nose before getting up. He eyed me skeptically, even though I knew I was probably just a mass of fuzzy shapes for him without his glasses.
“Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll see you later.”