Page 68 of Cream & Sugar

I swallow. Then, I nod my head.

Freddie’s eyes light up with joy. “Rad!”

That’s it. It’s out. No more hiding it. I’m sure the only thing stopping me from having a meltdown is the shock that he likes me too. This man, thisperfect,gorgeous man, likes me! I must be dreaming.

Freddie’s electric smile subsides a little, his gaze turning soft.

“Look, I can tell this is a lot for you. After what you’ve told me today, I’m guessing you’re still freaking out a bit, right?”

A small chuckle of disbelief passes my lips. It’s like he’s reading my mind, sifting through the thousands of racing thoughts all fighting to be heard.

Somehow I find the words. “Everything I’m feeling, it's confusing. I’ve never felt… for aguy, I mean.”

“Well,” his teeth skim his lower lip. “I’m honoured.”

“But I’m your boss, Freddie!” I blurt out, at last. “I’m your boss and I hired you. It feels wrong.”

Only it doesn’t. It doesn’t feel wrong. At least, not right now.

“Is that what’s been holding you back?” Freddie asks.

I nod.

He squeezes my trembling hands. Under the pressure of his touch, my last vestiges of resistance come tumbling down.

“You’re vibrating, Shaun,” Freddie says.

“Yeah,” I gasp. “This is a lot.”

“I get that,” Freddie says, a warm air of understanding in his voice. “So, there’s no rush. I want you to take your time, but—” his eyes roam up and down my body. “—if you’ll allow me, I’d like to give you something, Shaun.”

Give me something?

Freddie edges closer still, so close I can see the tiny golden flecks in his eyes. Everything’s gone blurry. Everything but him. He lets out a gentle sigh.

“Call it a test.”

Slowly, he leans in. I feel his breath on my face. He’s so close. Oh gosh, can this be happening? I think this might be happen—

Our lips meet, and time stands still.

At his touch, lightning explodes across my skin, spreading over my whole body. Every trace of anxiety vanishes. He kisses me slowly, gently, his perfect lips barely brushing mine, but sending waves of euphoria crashing through me. I didn’t know a kiss could feel this good.

He shifts closer, his thigh pressing into mine, and adds passion to the kiss, his lips parting slightly. I mimic him and our tongues meet. Oh god. Freddie tastes like nothing I’ve ever had before. Like vanilla buttercream. Better even than coffee. I shut my eyes and savour the taste of him.

My hand finds Freddie’s back and I pull him into me. It’s an unconscious move, driven by instinct. Freddie responds with a hand on my chest, gently rubbing and squeezing the soft muscle as he kisses me harder. One of his fingers brushes my nipple and I let out an involuntary whimper.

He pulls back from the kiss and I open my eyes to find a wicked grin on his face.

“Oh? Someone’s a little sensitive, are they?”

“Yeah,” I say, stupidly.

“Interesting,” Freddie purrs as he leans in once more. This time, his skillful fingers undo the top three buttons of my shirt as we kiss. I feel the material being whisked away, cold air on my chest as Freddie’s fingers trail their way back to the sweet spot. He squeezes my nipple, rolling the hard tip between his fingers, sending ripples of pleasure through me that build into waves, into tsunamis.

Unable to take it anymore, I break the kiss and let my head fall back, gasping for air. But Freddie doesn’t stop. His fingers flick and squeeze as he starts kissing my neck. A low moan escapes me. He’s finding all my weak spots right away, and he’s got my cock so hard it feels like it’s going to rip right through my jeans.

After a minute of sustained pleasure, in which I make noises I didn’t even know I was capable of, Freddie finally eases off. I drift back to earth like a falling leaf, resenting the pleasure coming to a stop, but filled with relief too—much more and I might have lost my mind.