Chapter 12
Business and Pleasure
Adam
Well, fuck me.
I never thought I would say that, but I liked dick.
.. well, other than my own. I liked touching it.
I liked sucking it. Perhaps I would even like to sit on it.
That being said, I couldn’t imagine myself with some random dude, but what happened with Jordan, I liked.
No, “liked” was the wrong word. No other sexual experience in my life could compare—yeah, that sounded better.
And it wasn’t just physical. I liked Jordan.
I couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when I stopped hating him and started liking him, but it happened.
Now that I knew I liked him, I wondered where all that hate went.
The answer to this was simple. It wasn’t hate.
I never hated him. Never. Since the moment I met him, he got under my skin, and from that point on, my life was all about Jordan Slade.
It was the real reason my eyes kept looking for him across rooms. It was why my hands always found a reason for a fleeting touch.
It was why I provoked him for years—I liked him, and I didn’t want to like him.
Liking him would mean letting him into my life and risking things.
Liking him would mean trusting someone other than myself.
I was a grumpy, people-hating individual who doubted everything and believed in nothing.
Still, Jordan made me believe. In what? As Verna would say, in people.
I spent decades building walls around me, and it took Jordan years to break them down. That was a long time—a lot of walls.
So, yeah, I was obsessed with Jordan Slade from the start, and for numerous reasons.
He was honest, caring, and smart, and he cared about the people in his life.
He was witty, and he had a dry sense of humor that I found appealing.
Basically, he possessed all the traits a decent human being should have, which I lacked.
He had the guts to tell me how he felt without knowing if his feelings were reciprocated, and what did I do?
I behaved like a jerk. My point being, I had a lot of groveling to do, and I couldn’t wait to do it… on and off my knees.
And last night was easily the best night of my life.
After I came like a motherfucker, I slept like the dead until dawn.
It was when we both woke up famished and ate the food Jordan had ordered earlier.
I also had a dessert, which meant Jordan Slade sprawled on the kitchen counter with his dick in my mouth.
When I was done with him, his cum coated my throat, and he couldn’t walk, but it was a dessert to die for.
He apologized for pulling my hair too roughly, then he dropped to his knees and apologized again in a way that made me shout when I climaxed a few embarrassing minutes later.
After we returned to bed, we had a few hours before we had to go to work, and we made them count.
Jordan’s hand on my shaft felt so good that I considered surgically attaching it to me.
His dick reacted to my touch as if it had a telepathic link to my brain.
After we splashed each other’s abs with cum, I felt like a pervert and sex addict, but at least my balls didn’t hurt anymore.
In the morning, Jordan followed me to the door, refusing to let go of me, and it felt better than winning the lottery.
Bottom line, it was no wonder I drove to my place, grinning like an idiot. I couldn’t stop smiling, which was an affliction I’d never experienced before. After I showered and changed, I called Verna because I had to tell someone what had happened.
“Vern, I did it,” I said after she answered.
“What, hun?”
“I let someone into my life.”
“Oh my God, Adam! That’s wonderful news. Congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
“How does it feel?”
I bit my lip to stop a chuckle. “It… it feels great.”
“I’m guessing we’re talking about Jordan?”
“Yeah. We… um… we spent the night together. We didn’t have sex, not the real kind at least, but it was the best night of my life.”
Verna sniffled. “I’m so glad for you, hun.”
I frowned. “Are you crying?”
“A little. Love stories always make me cry.”
“Oh… um... It’s not exactly a love story.”
“It doesn’t matter what we call it. You’ve taken a step in the right direction, hun. That’s what counts.”
“You were right, though,” I mused. “I never hated him, Vern. It was more like an obsession. Can you imagine that?”
“I have such a good feeling about this, Adam. You should give it a chance.”
“It’s still complicated with us working together, but maybe we can figure it out.”
“I’m sure you can. Love conquers all, and all that.”
“It’s not love, Vern.”
“Whatever you want to call it, hun.”
“Anyway… I have to go now. Charge this to my credit card, will you?”
“This one is on the house, hun. You just made my day.”
Fuck, I was happy. For the first time in my life, maybe. No wonder I came to work with a grin on my face and forgot to wipe it off before entering the headquarters.
“What’s wrong with your face?” Buck asked me as soon as I walked into the office.
“Nothing. What do you mean?”
“Are you smiling?”
I snorted. “Of course not. Why would I be…”
When Jordan came out of the kitchenette, I forgot to finish the sentence. He froze on the spot when he spotted me, looking unsure of what to do next.
“Hey,” he said, wide-eyed and pale.
“Hey,” I said, trying to sound normal.
His gaze slid down my body, betraying him for a moment.
It lingered a tad too long in certain places, making me grin.
When I winked at him, his face turned crimson, but his relief was evident.
He rewarded me with a wide smile before looking over my shoulder and sobering up.
I turned, only to see Maddox and his presumptuous smirk.
“Well, hello,” he said, playing with his pen. “And congratulations.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I snapped.
His royal madness was getting on my nerves. Again.
He shrugged. “Nothing. What do you think it means?”
“I think it means you don’t like having a perfect set of teeth.”
Maddox raised his hands. “Hey, I was just joking.”
“You’re smiling, though,” Buck added, looking confused. “I can’t remember seeing you smile before.”
“Who’s smiling?” Chief Bibb said, stepping out of his office with glasses perched on his nose.
“Markland,” Buck replied.
“Indeed, he is,” Chief Bibb mused. “That’s odd.”
“What’s odd?” Maria Salazar said, walking into the room. “Sorry, I’m late, Chief. The traffic was a nightmare.”
“Can you all just stop?” I growled, ignoring Jordan’s self-satisfied grin. “I’m not fucking smiling.”
“You kind of are,” Maria said, chuckling. “Hi, Adam. I was hoping to run into you.”
I glanced at Jordan, and lo and behold. Little shit wasn’t smiling anymore.
“Hey, Maria,” I said, shifting my gaze to her. “Is everything okay?”
“I just wanted to catch up. How about a drink and a chat?”
“He can’t,” Jordan cut in. “John Smith is expecting us. Remember, Markland?”
Actually, I couldn’t remember, because he just made it up.
“Sorry, Maria, duty calls,” I muttered, rubbing my forehead. “One of these days, I promise.”
“Maybe,” Jordan added coolly, walking past me. “We have a very busy schedule.”
“You two!” Chief Bibb exclaimed. “Take that fucking day off. You both look as if you haven’t slept all night.”
When Maddox burst into laughter, I flipped him off instead of punching him. He was lucky I had bigger fish to fry.
I kept my silence until we reached the car before looking at Jordan pointedly.
“Can you now tell me where we’re really going?”
“I didn’t think that far ahead,” he deadpanned, pushing his sunglasses up his nose.
I grinned because I had an idea.
“How about I buy you a cup of coffee, and you tell me what your zodiac sign is?” I suggested, walking up to him.
Jordan frowned in confusion. “I didn’t know you were into astrology.”
“Well, I didn’t know I was into dick either, but here I am.”
I opened the door for him, but he still just stood there, agape.
“What will it be, princess?” I said, pointing at the passenger seat. “Are you in or out?”
“I’m in,” Jordan finally said, flashing me with a wide smile. “I’m also an Aries.”
Half an hour later, we were sitting in a booth at Pete’s. It was still early, so the place was mostly empty, but we picked a solitary booth in the corner just in case.
“So, what’s up?” Jordan said, looking nervous, as if he expected to hear bad news from me.
“I have great news,” I informed him.
“And those are?”
“I trust you.”
He blinked. “What do you mean?”
“It means I trust you. You’re not like all the others, and I see that now. I have been burned a million times, and I swore to myself never again, but you’re different, and I trust you. For the first time in decades, I’m trusting someone, and it feels great.”
Jesus, he looked crushed all of a sudden.
“What did I say?” I asked him, feeling alarmed. “I thought it was a compliment.”
“No, of course it was,” Jordan muttered, staring at his lap. “I was just surprised, that’s all.”
When he rubbed the back of his neck, I spotted a hickey above his collar. A mean one. He yelped when I left it there, if I remembered correctly. It wasn’t the only hickey I left on him, either, but he managed to cover the rest with whichever cosmetic product he used.
“You have been trying to cover this up, have you?” I said, grinning.
“Well, I tried,” Jordan countered. “Since you have branded me like a cow.”
“You should be branded,” I said, smiling into my drink before taking a sip. “How else am I supposed to fight off Skull Crushers of the world when they come knocking?”
“Oh, give me a break,” Jordan said, rolling his eyes. “What about that perfumed what’s-her-name drooling all over you? What am I supposed to do? Shove my dick in your mouth in front of her to make my point?”
I cocked my eyebrow. “And what’s your point?”