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“Both, but the look in your eyes last week more than anything. The way you kissed me.” Adam arched up a little as Ben stroked him again.

“Did you jerk off after I left Monday?”

“Yes. I wrote that card and sent Eric for the flowers. Then I locked the door and took care of things.”

“How good was it?”

“Not as good as it could’ve been.” Adam leaned in to kiss Ben.

Ben stopped stroking Adam and pulled back, resting two fingers over Adam’s lips. “When I first saw you three years ago, my cock jerked in my pants. I actually avoided you because you made me nervous. But you were nice every time I said something to you at a party or event. I was actually nervous, though, about being on your team. I thought I’d just be torturing myself every day. Wanting the boss.” He withdrew his hand. “That’s the reason for the look in my eyes last week. The way I kissed you.” He moved off the couch to the floor. “And the way I’m about to suck your cock.”

Adam’s breathing had become erratic, and he fumbled to undo his belt. Ben pushed his hands away and did it for him, very slowly. Adam’s cock leaked pre-cum by the time Ben freed it, and Ben licked the head clean. Adam moaned and gripped the edges of the couch as Ben sucked and licked him.

Adam’s cock was longer and thicker than Ben had thought, but he took every inch of it, letting the head slide down his throat. Adam’s hand slid into his hair and then massaged his neck. Ben worked his tongue along the underside as he set a steady rhythm. Adam came with a loud cry, and Ben swallowed the thick load. Ben moaned at the taste, imagining how pent up Adam must’ve been. Once Adam was done, Ben drew back and looked at him. Then, he slowly climbed into his lap and kissed him.

Adam’s mouth met his hungrily, and by the time they parted, both men were breathless. And Adam was hard again, his cock jutting up between them. Adam reached up and caressed Ben’s cheek before running his fingers into Ben’s hair again.

“Stay the night. I need you to fuck me,” Adam said.

Ben lightly caressed his fingers down Adam’s chest. “You’ll cook me breakfast in the morning?”

Adam blinked up at him, but then he laughed. “Anything.” He ran both hands over Ben’s ass and then up his back.

Ben inched back and stood. “Lead the way,” he said softly.