Page 86 of As the Years Pass

I hold his gaze for a long moment, knowing we shouldn’t do this. It isn’t necessary. But when he licks his lips, I can’t help myself. I drop into the chair.

“Fuck,” I breathe out as he gets to his knees in front of me. “I’ll never be able to forget this while I’m in here.”

He smiles up at me. “That’s the point.”

Unzipping my pants, he pulls them down, then bends to drag his nose along my shaft. I’m already hard, which is no surprise when he’s involved. He mouths my dick, sucking through the fabric. I can’t help but groan, my eyes flicking to the door. It isn’t locked.

Pete never just walks in, but he could. This is so unprofessional, but so fucking hot at the same time, and I don’t want Adam to stop.

“You don’t have to do this,” I tell him again, making sure he knows and understands that this isn’t what I want from him. Or at least, it’s not what I need. I always want him and my dick together in some capacity, but not as an apology. His words are enough.

“I know I don’thaveto,” he says, his lips still pressed against my erection. “But I really,reallywant to.” His voice is low and sultry, making my dick throb.

I watch as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of my briefs and he tugs them down too. He moans when my dick is free, and he doesn’t hesitate to take me into his mouth, right to the back of his throat. He gags around me, and fuck, that feels so good.

“Fuck, Adam…” I slide my fingers through his hair, holding on while he bobs on my dick.

The thought of getting caught has me so hot, and I’m not going to last long.

He’s enthusiastic, moaning and sucking hard, using his hand to jerk off the part that won’t fit in his mouth.

“Adam, you’re going to make me—” I can’t even finish the sentence, the orgasm hits me so hard and fast. He swallows around me, taking all my cum, then he’s looking up at me with a smug smile. He gets to his feet and kisses me before putting my dick away. I’m still in a daze when he sits on top of my desk, facing me.

I catch my breath and slide the chair closer, settling between his legs and putting my hands on his thighs.

“I hope you didn’t do that as an apology,” I say, the guilt setting in.

He shakes his head. “It wasn’t an apology.”

“Because that’s not what I need from you. Now or ever.”

He nods carefully. “What do you need from me?”

“Honesty. In all aspects.”

“I won’t lie to you about anything, Emmet.”

“It’s not just that.” I shake my head. “It’s telling me what’s going on in your head. It’s letting me in and being open with me.”

He grabs my hands, linking his fingers with mine and resting them on his lap. “I can do that.”

“Are you sure?” I ask. “Because I need you to be sure.”

“I am sure. So sure. But you need to understand that this is a lot for me. I’ve never been open about who I am. In here—” he gestures around to the bar, “—is one thing. It’s accepted. But out there?” He drops his head, and takes a few breaths. “I don’t know why it bothers me, and I wish it didn’t, but I promise you it’s what I want. I don’t want to hide this, and I definitely don’t want to hide you. I just need time to figure out how to do this, that’s all I’m saying.”

I take a moment to let his words sink in. I understand what he’s saying, and it would be unfair of me to push him to come out when he isn’t ready. So, I focus on something else he said instead.

“You don’t want to hide me?” He shakes his head with a smirk. “Why not?”

“Because you’re hot as fuck and I don’t need people trying to take what’s mine.”

My eyes widen, my dick getting hard all over again. I glance between his legs and see he isn’t hard. I could change that, I’m sure of it, but I’ll make it up to him later.

I get to my feet, grab his chin and kiss him. “Let me get some work done, and we can talk about this later.”

He hums, leaning in for another kiss. “I’d like that.”

“You going to hang around?”