Page 11 of Lost Room Lawyer (Room #4)

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Nico

I was completely drained from sorting through all the paperwork, but as soon as I saw Hector at the hotel, something stirred inside me, and I felt revitalized.

The fact that we didn’t have separate rooms didn’t bother me at all.

Ever since I got into Hector’s car this morning, I felt so drawn to him that I hardly recognized myself.

It seemed like the energy I had been trying to fight for the past two weeks vanished all at once.

How many times had I secretly watched him—at the office and also today at Canonica’s house—constantly thinking about that hot moment after the poker game? I was sure he also occasionally recalled it, given how he sometimes looked at me so furtively.

Silence surrounded us in the elevator, while I wrestled with my thoughts. Naturally, I imagined grabbing him, pressing him against the wall, and kissing him. Who wouldn’t think about that—except for the older couple who were also heading to the fourth floor?

But wasn’t it obvious what was going to happen? He was clearly into men. Not that it was evident from his appearance. He was far too strict with himself to give any hints. Maybe that’s why I was so attracted to Hector. I wasn’t the type of person you could immediately tell was gay either.

When I was out at clubs and partying, attracting various men was effortless. Especially those who wore their orientation openly. I could wrap them around my finger in no time. They were also easy to get rid of. Oh yes, a little fun and then everyone goes their separate ways.

So much for that, I thought with a sigh as I followed my boss down the hallway to our room. I knew snacking wasn’t allowed, and I felt like a kid in a candy store because I wanted it so badly.

And suddenly, I found myself in a room that, by my standards, was a suite. The hotel clerk hadn’t exaggerated when she assured us there was plenty of space.

“Okay,” Hector said, turning around to me in the living room. “The sofa looks comfortable. I’ll—”

“You’re definitely not sleeping on the couch.” I eyed the enormous sofa.

“You’re right,” he replied, his cheeks slightly flushed as he cleared his throat.

I couldn’t help but smile. Was he feeling uncertain?

“Then you’ll sleep here,” he said, heading toward the bedroom.

“No,” I said, causing him to stop. I could tell from his posture and the way he shrugged his shoulders that he hadn’t been prepared for this “no.” Slowly, he turned back to me.

“No?” he repeated, frowning in confusion.

I tilted my head with a defiant smirk. “No, I’m not sleeping on the sofa.” My gaze drifted toward the bedroom. “That king-size bed looks awfully comfortable.”

Hector took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. “Is that meant to be a clever argument?”

I raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“I’m the boss. You’re the intern,” he said, moving closer to me. “That’s an argument.”

“But it’s not a strong one, Mr. Lawyer, especially since you would have been willing to sleep on the couch,” I countered, stepping toward him.

Hector opened his mouth, but no words came out. Had the great lawyer run out of arguments? That was something that puzzled me. Out of nowhere, I felt a pang of guilt. This man was married and had two children. Who was I to challenge him in such a dirty way? He was right! I was just the intern!

You’re an adult , I told myself. So act like one.

“I’m sorry. I guess I’ve just gone too far.” With my bag slung over my shoulder, I turned toward the sofa. “Of course, I’ll …”

“No.”

Surprised, I glanced back at Hector. He appeared so helpless, as if all the walls he had built around himself had just crumbled.

I was sure he had no idea how sweet he looked.

He was struggling, I could see that. Even though I knew how wrong it was, I let my bag drop to the floor and approached him.

I just had to, knowing it was my fault he was feeling this way.

He was torn, even avoiding looking at me. This attractive man who had made my head spin at the poker table on the first night. He had no idea how drawn I was to him.

My energy could no longer resist this attraction, and I didn’t want to. I wanted to touch Hector and make him understand that it was okay—though it was complete nonsense. Nothing was okay. But suddenly, I was no longer afraid. I was ready to risk everything, and I wanted Hector to feel that.

The moment I stood close enough to gaze into his hazel eyes, I knew I was done for. I would never go home without kissing this man again. But I also knew that I shouldn’t be the one to make the first move—unfortunately.

“There are green flecks in your light brown iris,” I said softly.

For a moment, time stood still.

I didn’t breathe.

He didn’t breathe.

We stood so close, yet he felt out of reach.

It must have been the wedding ring on his finger.

It felt like a force field—or at least that’s what I told myself.

Hector remained completely still in front of me.

I didn’t know how much longer I could wait for him, but he was the one who had just said no.

What I would have given to read his thoughts.

Was he thinking about his wife? His kids? Or the moment after the poker game?

All I knew was that I craved him. The longer I gazed at him, the more warmth flooded through me, igniting my desire. Hector turned me on. Damn it, and he was just standing there looking at me.

“You said no,” I reminded him—my voice no more than a whisper.

“I know,” he replied in a husky voice, licking his lips immediately. “I … I’m going over our case. Looking for arguments against … this.”

I smiled sadly because he was just so sweet. “And how’s that going?”

“It seems that … I have airtight arguments, but I can twist and turn them however I want. They don’t hold up.”

I smiled. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Hector closed the final distance and slid his hand into the back of my neck, kissing me passionately. The moment our lips touched, I melted.

It didn’t feel like a victory, but rather like coming back after a long absence. My fingers grazed his neck as I joined him in a slow, intimate dance of tongues.

“This is and always will be a stupid idea,” he said between kisses.

“Maybe,” I answered in a breathless whisper, swiftly pulling his shirt out of his pants. “But you’re just irresistible.”

Feeling his warm, bare skin sent a shiver through my entire body, and I pressed myself tighter against him. I inhaled his scent and every breath that came from his lips.

As his hands found their way under my shirt and traced from my hips over my ribs and onto my back, I gasped for air. It just hit me that I had been craving this for the past two weeks.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

Hector didn’t need to be told twice; he guided me into the bedroom, always careful not to lose our lips from each other. I unbuttoned his shirt while he tore my sweater over my head. Then the T-shirt, and once I had finally managed to get his jacket and shirt off, he had already unfastened my belt.

I reluctantly broke away from Hector’s lips and sat on the edge of the bed to work on his pants. They were quickly down, and I freed his erection from his underwear.

He was gorgeous, and I couldn’t help but caress him.

He stood firm and twitched as I pulled away.

With a dark expression, Hector gazed down at me, his chest rising and falling with desire.

When I wrapped my hand around his length and massaged it tenderly, he exhaled, closed his eyes, and tilted his head back.

Watching him lose control turned me on. Even as I took his penis back into my mouth, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his gorgeous face.

I stroked his length, massaged his balls, and flicked my tongue around the tip. He had a beautiful cock. I had noticed he was well-endowed during our first encounter. It was breathtaking.

I was surprised to find that Hector was slightly shaved. But I had to admit, I hadn’t really thought about whether men in their forties shaved down there or not. Anyway, what I had in front of me was super sexy.

Hector leaned back unexpectedly, causing me to look up at him in surprise. Had I done something wrong?

“If you keep this up, I’ll come soon.” He gently stroked my cheek. “Lie down.”

I did as he asked and slid backward onto the huge bed. Before I even reached the pillow, he had tugged my pants and boxers off and tossed them carelessly to the floor.

I held my breath as Hector positioned himself between my legs and leaned over my erect cock. He clearly enjoyed the view, which he hadn’t had the chance to appreciate during our first encounter.

“So exquisite,” he said, kissing the tip tenderly.

I shuddered from the tingling sensation that one small touch sent through my body. Bracing myself on my elbows, I tilted my head back.

Hector took me into his mouth.

I lost my breath and looked up again.

Damn it! My boss was giving me head, and I couldn’t get enough.

Hector’s passion and dedication were just so hot.

I ran a hand through his hair and felt him moving his head up and down slightly.

He took me deeper and deeper into his mouth until I hit the back of his throat.

This made me moan, and I threw my hips forward, pressing his head tighter against my groin.

Hector didn’t resist. He grabbed my buttocks with both hands and followed my rhythm.

“Fuck t…” I groaned, letting him go and clutching the pillow.

When Hector slipped a finger into my ass crack, I practically squirmed beneath him. I stroked my own stomach and chest, through my hair and watched him. He freed my cock and massaged it with one hand while using the other to find and massage my rim. Occasionally, he kissed my thighs or my balls.

“Don’t run away,” he said, rushing out of the room.

As abruptly as he had disappeared, he was quickly back. I was caught in my lust, craving him so much that it made me lag behind what was happening around me.

Hector knelt between my legs, put on a condom, and reached for the lube. “You’re so sexy, Nico,” he said, sliding his finger between my cheeks and giving me a kiss.

Just the way he leaned over me like a tiger took my breath away. Before he straightened up again, I held onto him and kissed him passionately. The longer he prepared me and worked on my hole, the more eager I became.

Kissing him felt so good. He was a good and passionate kisser.

“Are you ready?” he whispered against my lips.

“Yes,” I replied.

The performance he was giving me made me melt, and when he positioned himself and slowly pushed into me, I lost my breath. The feeling of being filled by him was perfect. I arched my back and couldn’t suppress a moan.

Hector paused. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, keep going.”

With a smile, Hector sank deeper into me, drawing out another moan. He began to move slowly, back and forth.

The slight pain faded, and I succumbed completely to the pleasure. “Oh yes … Keep going …”

Hector increased his pace, driving into me with relentless force.

I couldn’t get enough; the sensation was intoxicating, like I was on a high.

His stamina was astounding, and it felt as if we hadn’t had sex in ages—though that didn’t quite add up.

If I were in his position, I’d be coming way too fast.

But my brain shut down, and I enjoyed every thrust. When he hit my sweet spot, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I moaned loudly and writhed beneath him, loving the slap of our skin and the sweat forming on it.

I watched Hector as he pushed my legs up and buried himself even deeper inside me. How his hair fell into his forehead and how he devoured me with increasingly intense gazes. Eager and full of lust. How he moved his hips back and forth, almost entranced.

Even though we hadn’t done anything all day but go through files, a huge tension had clearly built up. It was releasing now and we were both caught in the act with no way back.

I jerked myself off, feeling myself approach the edge. “Shit, I … I’m coming.”

Hector increased the pace again, and I could no longer delay the climax. A hot wave surged through my body, the heat shot to my core, and I let it carry me away.

Moaning loudly, I came on my stomach, writhing and stretching my neck. As soon as I was more or less back to my senses, I sought Hector’s eyes. His eyes sparkled with desire as he panted.

“I want you to come on me,” I said, still out of breath.

Hector lifted my legs, changed his rhythm, and fucked me even harder. A strained groan escaped his lips, and I could see that he was also nearing his climax.

“Oh fuck,” he grunted and slithered out of me.

He removed the condom and began to stroke his length. A shudder went through his body, then he came on me. His cum shot out in several spurts, landing on my stomach.

All I could think about was: Damn, this man is sexy.