Chapter Seven
Horatio
Dade’s cheeks were as bright as Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’s nose by the time we got to the elevator in my condo.
Mine felt heated as well.
He waved enthusiastically at our concierge, then snuggled up against me, sniffing indecently at my neck. “You smell so good.”
I didn’t even wear scent. We had several people in the office with sensitivities, so we just had a policy. “Uh, that’s, like, soap.”
“No. It’s all you.”
The elevator door opened.
Dade grabbed me by the tie and dragged me in.
Caught by momentum, I slammed him against the back wall. “Sorry.”
The elevator door closed.
“Don’t be.” He slid his hand under my jacket and around to cup my ass. Then he pressed his hard cock against my plumping one.
“Cameras.” I might’ve hissed the word.
“We’re not doing anything wrong.” Dade’s vehement protest. With a touch of a whine, as I pulled away.
“Nevertheless.” I disentangled myself while still managing to clutch his wandering hand. “I’m on the condo board, Dade. I know far too many secrets. Having everyone know my business wouldn’t suit my sensibilities.”
He huffed.
I laughed.
The door slid open, and Dade tugged me out. “Does the hallway have cameras?”
“Yes.” They didn’t, but I figured he wasn’t going to go looking. And, although my neighbors were likely long asleep, it wouldn’t do to have them walking out and witnessing…whatever Dade had in mind.
He hadn’t had any wine, so he wasn’t tipsy. No, this playfulness was, I suspected, Dade’s true personality. I liked it.
After unlocking the door, I allowed him to pull me inside. I grinned as he pressed me against the closed door.
Then he sniffed. “I stink.”
“You don’t stink.”
He sniffed again. “You stink?”
I burst out laughing. “If you say so.”
His lower lip quivered. “I want to kiss you, but I want a shower. Can I have both?”
“Well, I don’t know about the propriety—”
He cut me off by tugging my head down and pressing his lips to mine. He nipped my lower lip.
I opened.
Taking that as the invitation it was, he thrust his tongue into my mouth. He plundered, all the while grabbing my hair in just the right way. The way that made my cock sit up and take notice.
Jesus, if he kept this up, I’d be fucking him in the front hall.
Which was so not the plan. There was no plan.
We were supposed to pretend to be boyfriends for the night.
So this hadn’t been negotiated. We hadn’t agreed to a hookup.
Hell, I wanted more than a hookup. The past week had been some of the most fun I’d had in a long time—and we’d only just been conversing at dinner.
Dade charmed and had a wit I appreciated.
And a glorious sense of humor. This past week, I hadn’t felt alone. I’d felt heard. And seen.
Dade pulled back. “Uh, you are way up in that brilliant mind of yours. So…can we agree we’re going to do this? You’re going to fuck me, and I’m going to enjoy it, and tomorrow will sort itself out?”
How was a red-blooded man supposed to turn down that offer?
God knew, I didn’t have it in me. “Yes, I consent to...whatever you want.”
His eyes lit. “Okay, you shower, I shower, and we meet in your bedroom. Uh, if that’s not too weird. Or we can meet in mine—”
“My bedroom. Twenty minutes.”
He pressed his lips to mine. “I’ll make it ten.”
In the end, it took almost thirty. I had to contact HR to arrange to have them send a text in the morning, letting all the employees know not to come to the office.
According to the weather channel, the storm was proving to be even bigger than predicted, and Vancouver was about to take a walloping.
Better everyone take Friday off and have a long weekend.
Oh, wait, Monday was Family Day in British Columbia.
So everyone was getting a four-day weekend.
I’d be a very popular boss. Mostly because I’d told HR to announce that even people who worked from home could take the day off.
Dade pressed his bare chest against my naked back as I finished typing the email. “You’re giving everyone the day off.”
“Yes.” I hit Send.
He nipped my earlobe. “You, as well?”
“No.”
He pressed his erect cock against my towel-covered ass. “I think you need a break too.”
Before I could object, he snagged my phone and deliberately set it on the bureau.
“Hey, that has my alarm.”
“We’ll deal with that in the morning.” He turned to face me.
My breath caught. I’d known he was gorgeous, of course. All light-brown skin, shaggy blond hair, and fiery-blue eyes. What I hadn’t anticipated was my own reaction to him. Slowly, I unknotted the towel and let it fall to the ground. My cock sprang free, standing out and proud.
Dade licked his lips with a wicked grin. “Oh, I knew you’d be hot under those fancy dress shirts.”
“For an old guy,” I joked.
He frowned. “I didn’t say that. I’d never say that. Age doesn’t matter to me. Swear to Christ. I know you’re hung up on it—”
“Less and less—”
“Oh, thank God for that.”
“A lot of blasphemy going on tonight.”
“Am I insulting you?”
“Well, no…”
“Then let’s get the fuck on with this.” He palmed his cock. “Can I blow you, and then you fuck me?”
I jolted at his words. Most partners I chose had eloquence and elegance. Tonight, Dade’d shown both over dinner. Now, though, in privacy? All carnality. I loved it. “That would be acceptable.”
My grin obviously caught him off-guard. He stepped into my space and pressed himself against me.
Our cocks brushed.
A warmth spread through me.
“This is going to rock your world.” He pecked my lips, then, as if to make good on those words, he knelt before me. Without preliminaries, he took me in his mouth.
I swayed as his warm, wet mouth enveloped me. To steady myself, I put my hand on the top of his head.
In response, he bobbed on my cock, drawing me in farther. Expertly, he raked his teeth gently along my length. He swirled his tongue in my slit, then he hollowed his cheeks and swallowed me down.
“I’m coming, Dade.” I managed to say the words just moments before I exploded in his mouth.
He didn’t pull off. Instead, he swallowed my cum as he gripped my thighs.
A feeling of genuine joy sparked through me. I wasn’t going to think about just how long it’d been since I’d done anything like this.
Eventually, after he’d sucked me dry, he popped off my cock and sprang up. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down for an all-consuming kiss.
I tasted myself on his tongue. In response, I wrapped my arms around his waist, let my hands meander down to his ass, and drew him close.
He broke the kiss and sighed into my neck. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”
“Okay…” His insistent erection pressed against my hip. “I’m thinking I should return the favor.”
“No.” He licked along my collarbone. “I want to come with you inside me.”
I chuckled. “Refractory periods are a thing, Dade. I won’t be ready to go again for a bit. I’m not like the young studs you date.” Even as I said the words, they felt wrong. Like I shouldn’t be bringing the specter of anyone else into this room.
He pulled back, meeting my gaze. “I hate to tell you this, Horatio, but you’re not the oldest guy I’ve been with this year.”
I blinked. “It’s February fourteenth—just how many guys have you been with?”
Laughter burst forth from him. “Jealous? No, I meant since I turned twenty-six. Last June. There’ve been a few guys since then, including a guy in his fifties. Man, he had stamina. And was a little kinky, if you know what I mean.”
“No, I’m quite sure I don’t know what you mean. And I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know.”
“Oh, the stories I could tell you.”
I cocked my head. “Have you been to Club Kink?”
In response to my question, he gazed upward to the ceiling. “Is there a right way to answer that?”
“Well, this is interesting.” I’d never been into BDSM, as it wasn’t generally in my wheelhouse, but I’d consider expanding my horizons if Dade wanted.
Are you nuts? You’re willing to change your life for him?
Yes. Yes, I was. So I shoved my negative thoughts aside. I lazily drew my hand down his arm. “I’m open to trying new things.”
He met my gaze. “You know, I think you’re not just saying that because you want in my pants.”
I liked how he saw me. The real me.