Page 51 of A is for Aftercare

“Put your phone down.”

I start to scroll through my contacts.

“Phone down, now.”

I jump at the force in his voice. This time, I obey.

“If you want to be my sub, you do as you’re told, when you’re told,” he snaps.

“Yes, Sir.” I bow my head. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

"I don't want you to quit." He stands and puts a hand around my waist, pulling me against his body. "I'm a difficult man to be around, Archie. You might realise that all you want is the sex."

“I doubt that.”

“There’s a reason I’m in my late forties and single,” he points out. “No one’s been able to put up with me.”

“None of those people have been me.” I put my hands on his chest. “I can’t look into the future, Sir, but I want to get to know you better. I want to see if we could have something beyond blow jobs and sex.”

“Then go home.”

I frown.

“Pack a bag for the weekend. You’re going to spend it here with me.”

“Really?”

“Aye.”

Hamish wants me to stay the weekend? We seem to have gone from first to fifth gear in two seconds flat. From fucking to spending forty-eight hours together, give or take. I try to slow my racing thoughts down. Can I spend the weekend here? Corey's having a tough time. Maybe I should spend time with him and Lexi. No. Hamish might not give me this chance again. I can't tell him I want to spend more time with him and then tell him I can't. I'm going to be selfish. I'm going to put myself first and spend the weekend with the gorgeous man before me.

“I should finish work first.” I grin at him. “We still need to be professional during the working day.”

He snorts. “Because we’re being so professional now.”

“We’re on a break.”

“I think it’s about time it was over.”

“Is there time for a kiss, Sir?”

He leans down and claims my lips. I love the scrape of his beard over my mouth and jaw. It tickles and scratches as he deepens the kiss. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I suck it, letting out a soft moan that vibrates against his lips. He tugs me closer, one hand pulling my shirt free of my trousers. He slides his hand beneath the fabric to caress my back. I yield completely to the power of the kiss, melting like butter in his arms.

When he lets me go and steps away, my whole body aches for him.

“Break’s over,” he says.

“Yes, Sir.”

Smiling, I return to my desk. I'll be quite happy to take regular breaks if it means I get to be kissed like that again. Right now, I have to switch back into PA mode. There are only a few hours of the working day left. Then I'll be able to truly look forward to spending a whole weekend with Hamish.

* * *

I get home just after six to the smell of meatballs.

“Just in time,” Blake says as I step into the living area. He’s draining the spaghetti.

Corey and Lexi are cuddled up on the sofa, watching a kids’ movie that I’ve never seen before.