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UNPROFESSIONAL

RUSSEL

We had to vacate the suite in thirty minutes. After downing a small bottle of juice he’d found in the minibar, Eddie took a shower, and I washed a cumstain from the hem of his shirt. He looked surprised when he walked out of the stall and saw me blow-drying his shirt.

“It’s not perfect,” I said, “but it’ll have to do.”

He shrugged into the shirt and buttoned up. “Thank you. That’s great.”

He looked solemn as he dressed, and I tried not to overanalyze, but when we were about to leave through the double door, I didn’t like the resigned slump to his shoulders. It looked very much like regret. I caught his wrist, and he turned to me, a silent question in his eyes.

I’d promised not to hurt him, and I would do everything in my power to keep my promise. Except repeating it wouldn’t do shit.

So I kissed him one last time, just a soft press of lips that made him smile and blush. There. That was how I wanted him to look at me.

“Russel, at work, um…” He sighed, his breath fanning my lips.

“We’ll be careful.”

With a nod, he turned to open the door.

* * *

It was incredible what being well-fed with the prospect of another dinner did to my mood. Where was my existentialist angst? My bitterness? Eddie’s blood cleansed my soul.

I walked the streets with my chin held high even when the sun beat my neck.

Eddie seemed nervous and jumpy at work, but as I observed our coworkers, I could tell nobody suspected anything—except maybe Cat. When I entered the breakroom on Tuesday, she nudged Eddie, and he turned scarlet in the face. I had to ask him about that soon.

With how many need-to-know projects we were working on together, Eddie spent hours in my office behind closed doors. I kept my hands to myself for the entire Tuesday and Wednesday, but it took great effort. It would have been the most natural thing in the world to kiss his cheek hello when he entered or to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

Eddie, like the responsible adult he was, didn’t display any signs of distraction.

“Anthony watched the Charles Carlsson interview last night,” he said when we were finishing up on Thursday evening.

“Yes, he told me. I don’t think he realizes what an achievement it was that you could make Charlie behave with a single training session.”

Helen and Pierce had called us in a panic that Charlie was about to say yes to an impromptu appearance on an evening show. Eddie had coached him, and the result was nothing short of a miracle.

Whenever I complimented him, Eddie’s first instinct was to shrug it off. “Charlie’s fun. I thought macho heroes like him died out in the nineties, but he’s the real deal.”

I scoffed. “He’s a disaster. A loose cannon. It’s incredible you made him stick to the script.”

“I think it was the baby argument that did it. He’s a very proud papa-to-be. Also, I suspect Pierce can be very persuasive.”

“Ha! I bet.” It was late, and I could feel the sunset behind the blinds. Eddie’s delicious scent teased my nostrils. Maybe I could be playful now? I raised one eyebrow at him. “Did you or did you not imagine them fucking when you talked to them?”

Eddie’s guileless eyes went wide. “Pierce and Charles?”

I grinned. “Yes, Eddie. Pierce and Charles. And we have it from the most reliable source that Charles bottoms.”

“That’s grossly unprofessional of you, Mr. Greenwood. I’m appalled.” His tone was serious, but his lips twitched.

“You did imagine it, didn’t you?”

“It was really hard not to. At one point, it looked like they were going to argue, but Pierce put his hands on Charles’s shoulders and squeezed, and Charles’s eyes fell shut, and he honest-to-God groaned. Then Helen licked her lips, looking at them, and I wondered if I should have given them ten minutes to sort out the sexual tension in the room.”

I snickered. “Just ten minutes? Can you imagine what you would have walked in on?”

“Again, so unprofessional!”

“Luckily, you won’t snitch on me.” I winked.

The sound of our laughter died, and Eddie looked away. He muffled a yawn with his palm. I wanted to ask him to come home with me, but with how tired he looked…

“It’s half past six. You should go home and get some rest.”

He blinked up at me, then frowned. He seemed to be waging some internal battle, but then he rose and closed his laptop. He looked almost disappointed. Why did I send him away? If I asked him, would he come with me?

“Eddie.”

“Yes?”

“I’ve noticed Cat is giving you a hard time. Does she suspect something?”

Again, that blush. I adored that blush.

“She…seems to think I have a crush on you. It’s just friendly ribbing. She has no idea about…” He gestured between us.

A crush. Such an innocent word.

Did Eddie have a crush on me? I was grinning before I knew it.

Eddie flushed a deeper shade of pink. “Stop it.”

“What?”

“Looking so smug.”

I walked around my desk and took the laptop from his hands. I set it on the desk. Eddie was staring at his feet, ears red and lips smiling. Suddenly, he didn’t seem so tired anymore. I placed my hand on his jaw, and the warmth from his blood seeped into my palm.

“I love it when you blush.”

He lifted his gaze. “We shouldn’t,” he murmured. “Not here.”

It was a good rule. A smart one. Don’t do anything at the office .

We moved in sync. Our lips met, and Eddie moaned. I licked into his mouth, starved for his taste. The kiss was filthy, and desire rolled off Eddie in waves. He was glorious when he was horny. He bucked against me, his hard cock pressing into my thigh. When I moved my mouth to kiss down his jaw, he turned his head and unashamedly offered me his throat, asking for what he wanted.

The first bite was only to tease. I swallowed a couple of times, and he gasped, struggling to stay quiet. I licked the wound and flipped him around. I tore his jacket off his arms and threw it somewhere behind me, then I undid his belt and shoved his pants down his thighs. Panting, he braced himself with his hands on my desk and looked over his shoulder. His eyes were wild, nearly black. The venom was coursing through his bloodstream.

“Please,” he whimpered.

My cock out, I pressed against his naked ass. I nestled my erection in his crease and licked his neck.

“You need to stay quiet.”

“I know. Make me come!” He was shaking.

I put my hand over his mouth and wrapped the other around his erection. Then I found the vein along the side of his throat and bit down.

Eddie’s cry of pleasure was muted by my palm. His cock pulsated in my hand, and his cum splattered onto my desk.

I drank, rutting against his bare ass. I needed to get him into my bed so we could do this properly.

Sucking slowly, I jerked him off toward a second orgasm. He thrust into my hand and rubbed his ass against my erection. When he came again, I was so close I was vibrating. I closed the wound on his throat and looked at his ass.

Oh damn .

He was perfect. Pale and youthful, fuzzy like a peach, with a couple of beauty marks on the left cheek. I wanted to kiss those.

“Eddie, please, show me your hole.”

It was a lewd request. Made at the office after hours, even more shameless.

But Eddie grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and spread them. His hair was soft and pale, just a sprinkle, and his crease was smooth around his dark-pink pucker.

I shoved my fist into my mouth as I came all over Eddie’s hole.

I fell to my knees behind him and licked him clean. My own cum tasted like nothing to me, but eating it from Eddie’s fragile skin as he shivered and sighed was everything. When I was done, I pressed my face to his ass cheek and closed my eyes.

In the silence, Eddie panted, his heart sprinting.

“I need to fuck you, Eddie. I keep dreaming about it. Come to my place tomorrow night, I’m begging you.”

He was quiet. I ran my hands up and down his thighs. Did I push too much? I recapped what I said and winced. It wasn’t exactly a romantic proposal.

“Tomorrow is the office party.”

I groaned. “Ugh.”

I peppered kisses all over his ass, lingering on the birthmarks, but I could feel the tension rise in him. With Eddie, time always passed too quickly. He began to fidget, so I took his pants and dragged them up his hips as I stood. Eddie tucked his shirt in and adjusted his belt. He pointed at my desk, grimacing.

“Do you have tissues?”

I glanced at the streaks of his cum on the polished wood. “Leave it. I’ll sort it out.”

“Okay.”

I retrieved his jacket from the carpet and shook it out. “Sorry about that.” I held it for him as he shrugged his arms into the sleeves.

Since I didn’t draw much blood from him, he recovered quickly. Too quickly. He was about to step away, but I put an arm around him and pressed my nose into his hair. I wished for an excuse to take care of him.

“I’m sorry for what I said before. I…crave you, but my delivery was thoughtless and crude.”

Eddie leaned back into my embrace. “It’s not like you can take me out and wine and dine me.”

“I wish I could take you on a date.” Just empty words. I felt like a heel.

“Sex will do,” Eddie whispered. “I like sex.”

Oh, please, yes . “Can you come on Saturday night? I’ll send you the address.”

“Okay.”

Two days, and I’d have him in my bed.

Reluctantly, I let him disentangle himself. He gathered his things, and I handed him a glass of water, which he drank in one go. A rare spark of mischief lurked in his eyes as he paused by the door.

“I need you to fuck me too.”

Then he was gone.

After staring at the closed door for who knows how long, I turned to my desk. Drops of pale liquid glistened near the edge.

I swiped a finger through Eddie’s cum and licked it. It was cold, not as potent as when I sucked it from his pulsating cock. Still, I scooped up two more dollops and ate them with my eyes closed before wiping my desk clean.