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TATE

I have a glorious sleep. This is the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in, far superior to the Ikea setup in my apartment. And of course, being wrapped in Bill’s arms doesn’t hurt. Neither does getting poked by his cock throughout the night. Even when it’s not fully hard, it still makes an impression, fitting itself against my crack. It takes all of my willpower, and the knowledge that we have to go into work today after our flight, to stop me from rubbing my ass against it and initiating another round of sex.

I’m already up when my phone alarm goes off at five. I’ve been up for an hour, laying in bed, savoring the feeling of cocooning in Bill.

And replaying the night over and over in my head. What was the most shocking part? Flat-out telling my boss I wanted to fuck him? Him actually saying yes? Engaging in the greatest sex of my life? Or was it after, when I embarrassingly spilled my guts to him about my grandmother?

I never get personal with guys I have sex with, but I was doing nothing but breaking rules when it came to Bill. This was supposed to be a one-time thing, a fantasy fulfilled, an improper sendoff before I leave the company. Sharing memories of pierogies wasn’t part of last night’s plan.

And then Bill had to share about his family and make me tumble completely in love with him. What he has overcome…how he could be so caring and generous and not chewed up with bitterness…he is even more beautiful than I realized.

Perhaps I’m still coming down from the high of last night, but I kinda sorta wanna spend the rest of my life with this guy. Not like that will ever happen. In two weeks, we’ll be out of each other’s lives, reduced to recommendation blurbs on each other’s LinkedIn accounts. I wanted a good fuck from my boss, and that’s what I got. It’s a fool’s errand to want anything more.

I hop out of bed and get the room coffee maker started. Some caffeine will jolt sense into me. I also find my underwear somewhere on the floor and tug it on.

“What are you doing?” Bill asks, his sleepy morning voice extra raspy.

“Making coffee for us. We have to leave for the airport in thirty minutes.” I check the clock on the wall. “I’m not sure if there’s enough time for us to have breakfast downstairs, but there’s a donut shop by the El. Also, Edwin sent over additional thoughts he had from the call last night. We can review on the train so we’re prepped when we get to the office today.” If I can force myself into EA mode, then I can ignore the personal feelings clogging my head.

I grab two full coffee cups and turn around. Bill has not moved from the bed. He wears an amused smile as he watches me. Then he pats my empty space in bed.

“Get back in here, smart guy.”

“We have a train and a plane to catch.”

“Then we’ll be quick. Technically, we’re still in fantasy mode until we leave the room.”

I appreciate Bill’s firm sense of logic. My cock stiffens.

“And take your underwear off,” he says.

I put the coffees down and climb back into the warm spot I left a few minutes ago. Bill caresses my cheek and gazes so intently into my eyes, it’s like he’s reaching into my soul. He cups my chin and his lips find mine in a delicate kiss. His tongue presses into my mouth and gently explores. Despite our time crunch, he’s taking his time. At least at first. Then he quickly turns ravenous, palming my cock as his kiss intensifies. My body fucking levitates from his touch. I thrust into his hand as my tongue thrusts into his mouth. My need for Bill has not subsided a bit since last night. I want him so badly I feel like I’m wasting away.

“We don’t have time to shower again, so I propose we sixty-nine and swallow to avoid the need for clean up,” I say.

“Good thinking.” He smiles against my lips.

I spin around into position, throwing off the comforter to reveal his cock. I’ve heard that dicks are bigger in the morning, and Bill is proof positive. His cock is more engorged, with a thicker girth. I lower my face until it disappears into my mouth.

His mouth finds my dick and gets to work, unleashing torrents of lust across my body. From my waist down, I’m in heaven. The harder he sucks me, the harder I suck him. I flick my tongue over his engorged head and sink down until he hits the back of my throat. I love how I have to stretch to fit him, whether downstairs or upstairs.

Bill moans against my dick, the vibrations pushing me closer to climax. Unlike last night, there is no savoring here. We are on the clock, and we’re horny. We both go to town on each other, sucking and stroking as if we can hear the seconds ticking down. Bill thrusts into my mouth, his pre-come hitting the roof. My body becomes weak with unrelenting desire between the heat of him inside me to the orgasm building in my balls.

I breathe in the musky smell of his crotch as I deep throat him as best I can in this position. Despite the time crunch and inherently awkward position of a sixty-nine, I have to say I’m giving great head. Bill writhes under my touch, his groans getting louder and more intense against my dick.

My legs shake, unable to hold back. “Bill,” I cry out.

“Right there, too,” he manages, his muscular legs also wobbling with the impending climax.

I deep throat him and grab his thighs as I explode into his mouth and feel his seed shoot into mine. We take a moment to lay there and catch our breaths.

“I’ve never been so grateful for a blizzard,” he says.

* * *

On the train, we keep things strictly business. We go over important items for the day and Bill’s to-do list. Outside, sunshine reflects off the snow, and the majestic buildings of Chicago gleam in the orange light. Our train goes over the river, sheets of broken ice over its surface. Bill FaceTimes with Rowan one more time, showing her the snowy Chicago skyline.

At the airport, I focus on navigating us through a busy security station to the gate. Bill is ensconced in his phone. Business stops for no one. With each terminal we pass, my heart sinks, knowing we’re one step further away from our hotel suite and one step closer to the office. Maybe after I leave the company, we can grab coffee from time or time. But how will that go?

How’s Edwin and do you still think about me riding your big, fat cock?

I don’t know if it’s possible to stay colleagues, and I don’t know if I consider us friends. Bill will get a new EA, and soon I will be forgotten, a name from the past.

I slump into the uncomfortable chair at our gate. Since we’re boarding in ten minutes, there’s not enough time to go back to the airport lounge. It’s for the best. The last thing I need is a morning cocktail.

“I’m definitely going to sleep on the plane,” Bill says, tapping away on his phone.

“Same,” I lie. I’m already missing him.

My phone buzzes, zapping me from my sad mood.

“I put something on your calendar,” Bill says.

I open my work calendar, but there’s no new meetings. I check the notification again and cock my head.

“You sent it to my personal calendar,” I tell him. How does he even have access to my personal calendar?

“Yeah,” is all he says back.

No problem. I can copy the information into a new meeting for my work calendar. When I open the calendar invite, my heart stops.

Bill Crandell sent you a calendar invitation:

February 14.

7 pm.

Have dinner with me?

I read and reread the invite as the breath returns to my lungs. Bill watches me with excited eyes.

“This…uh…what is this?” I mumble, my heart leaping into my throat.

“If you put in your two weeks notice today, then your last day at the company is February 13. Which means on February 14, which just so happens to be Valentine’s Day, I can take you on a date and tell you how much I like you without suffering any HR repercussions.”

I scan the calendar for February, and his math checks out. It doesn’t stop my mouth from gaping open.

“You want to have dinner with me? On a date?”

He nods yes.

“Even after I propositioned you for sex?”

He nods yes.

“And almost ruined your work call?”

He nods yes.

“And told you that I’m bad at making pierogies? I should let you know that I’m bad at all kinds of cooking.”

“Just kiss me, smart guy.”

I lean forward and indulge in a syrupy sweet kiss with my boss.

We board the plane holding hands, and despite not taking off yet, I already feel like I’m soaring above the clouds.