Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
The second the agreement drops from my lips, Kane takes over, twisting his hand to hold mine properly and pulling me along as he weaves through the crowd. It’s no hardship to keep up with him—I like take-charge Kane, and I especially like what we’re going to do next.
I’ve never fucked around with a client before, and if anyone had told me I would, I’d have laughed them off.
I’d never be so unprofessional. But then, Kane’s been different from the beginning.
Since that first meeting, I’ve pushed boundaries with him—crossed lines.
Never before have I personally spoken to a client every day; that’s why we all pay assistants.
I have one, and Kane has one. Yet I’ve been calling him with every tiny detail, and he’s been calling me with every passing question.
We’ve been leading toward this for a while.
I’m not mad about it.
The gallery is too crowded for us to just find a corner, though.
Kane’s got us covered, leading me through a door into a hallway. Two members of the staff are coming down it, carrying trays, and one of them stops when he sees us.
“I’m sorry, gentlemen, this area is—”
“He’s had bad news and needs to make a call,” Kane interrupts. “Is there somewhere quiet he can go?”
The server looks at me, and I try to seem devastated. It would help if I knew what the supposed bad news was… and if I had any acting skills. I must pull it off, though, because he half turns and points farther down the hall.
“That door at the end is storage. Not fancy, but private.”
I’m kind of surprised he—
“Thank you,” Kane says, and yep, that looks like a hefty tip the server is sliding into his pocket. “We won’t be too long.”
We part ways, and I lean closer to Kane. “Guess that means it’s gotta be quick and dirty.”
He shudders. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Has this hallway always been a mile long?
Finally we reach the right door and get inside, groping for the light switch. The storage room is stacked with chairs, the florescent light bouncing off cold white walls, but none of that matters because I’ve got Kane behind a closed door at last.
He backs me against it, and as his hands go to the fastening of my pants, I bend my head and steal a kiss.
He abandons his task and cups my cheeks in his palms instead, kissing me back, dominating both our mouths until I’m not sure where mine ends and his begins.
At some point our cocks rub together through the layers of our clothes, and it feels so good that I chase the contact, wanting more.
Kane presses his body against mine, shoulder to knee, so I’m sandwiched between the sexy, pliant heat of him and the hard wood of the door, teaching me that solid doors are seriously underrated and whoever came up with the idea of open-plan living had never experienced a moment like this.
Then he starts to move, his hips thrusting in slow, deliberate circles against mine, building friction in the best way. The difference in our heights is just enough that we don’t line up perfectly, and somehow, that makes it better, makes me crave full contact, drives me to the edge of desperation—
I break the kiss, banging my head against the door as I yank it back. “Wait,” I gasp, then stop to suck in air. That kiss made me forget I need to breathe.
“What?” he asks, his voice throatier than usual, deepened by need…
for me. His lips are puffy and wet from our kisses, pupils dilated, and with the harsh lighting picking out the gold in his hair and the nap of his velvet jacket, he looks like a depraved fairy-tale character.
Like a Disney prince with the soul of an incubus.
God, I want him.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, bringing me back to reality.
“I’m going to come in my pants, and that would ruin them.”
He stares at me, then breaks into incredulous laughter. “Seriously? You’re prioritizing your pants over getting off?”
I lean in and gently scrape my teeth over the sharp edge of his jaw, just because I’ve wanted to for weeks and I finally can. He makes a low sound that goes straight to my dick.
“I’ll buy you new pants,” he promises wildly, but I shake my head.
“You can’t ruin yours either,” I order.
“Damian, be reasonable. We don’t have time to get naked, and there’s no other way to guarantee—”
I shove him back a step and drop to my knees. This isn’t good for my pants either, but honestly, I’m more worried about his. Kane might decide to buy it later, but for now, the tux is on loan from Phallacy. Cum stains would not be cool.
“Oh,” he says, watching as I slide down his zipper. “Well… okay then. Me first, and then I’ll do you.”
I don’t bother to tell him that as soon as he comes, we’re finding a back door and going back to my place. The refractory time of a forty-year-old is longer than that of a man in his late twenties, and I plan to eke out every second of sensation I can from my first orgasm tonight.
I already know one won’t be enough.
His cock is hot and hard in my hand, and I grip it firmly, loving the way Kane’s breath stutters when I do. He must have been as close to coming as I was, because the tip is weeping precum, and as I lick it away, he bucks against my mouth.
“So impatient,” I murmur, then open wide and take him in. The weight of him pressing against my tongue is everything I’ve needed this past month, and when I look up at the greedy expression on his face, I know he’s felt the same.
After a few shallow bobs to tease, I take him deep, wringing a sound from him that echoes like music in my ears.
“Christ, Damian, you look… This feels…” His hands come to grip my hair, his hips jerking slightly in a way that tells me he’s dying to thrust.
I slide back, keeping the suction as tight as I can manage, then go deep again, taking him all the way into my throat.
His hands tighten as he comes, and I roll my eyes up to watch his agonized pleasure.
When he sags, letting go of me, I draw back and lick the last traces of cum from him. He’s breathing hard when I tuck his cock back into his pants and zip them, but he pulls himself together enough to offer me a hand getting up.
“Give me one second to catch my breath,” he pants, but I shake my head, lean in to kiss him again, then pull back.
“Not here. I want you to take your time with me. Come back to mine? I can promise you orgasms and a hot breakfast in the morning.”
A slow smile curves his lips. “Orgasms and a hot breakfast, huh?”
“Yeah.” I search his face. “Is that not what you want?”
It’s his turn to steal a kiss, and then he reaches past me to open the door. “Oh, I want that. It might not be enough, but it’s a great place to start.”
I follow him out, smirking. Kane might have been nervous about tonight, but like I’ve been telling him all along: a rebrand opens doors to new opportunities.
And us, together, is going to be the best one.
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