Page 13 of Lost Room Lawyer (Room #4)

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Nico

I loved to sleep. On Sundays, I could lie on the couch all day in sweatpants and a hoodie, watching movies. It was a shame that wasn’t possible today. After spending yesterday digging through files, I could feel its effects weighing on me.

Wait … That wasn’t the only thing.

In a half-sleep, I reviewed the previous Saturday.

Oh shit … My boss and I …

And it was phenomenal!

Without opening my eyes, I tried to gauge my surroundings. I knew I was lying in a king-size bed. Was Hector next to me? Did I hear his breathing? Or maybe the shower?

I suddenly felt his warm hand on my forehead. He gently brushed a strand of hair from my face and stroked my head. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

I was wide awake now, my eyes snapping open to see Hector right in front of me. In a suit! All dressed up!

Damn! What’s this? Get undressed and come back to bed!

“You probably want to have breakfast before we get back to work,” he said.

Rolling onto my back, I let out a sleepy groan and rubbed my face.

Of course, duty-bound. What else?

How I would have loved to forget why we were here. Last night was so much more fun.

“Can I take a shower first?” I mumbled, still groggy.

“Of course.”

I couldn’t miss how he watched me as I disappeared into the bathroom clad only in my pants—he literally undressed me with his eyes.

As I stood under the shower, just the thought of last night made me hard again, but I held back.

I didn’t want to do it myself. I wanted Hector to do it.

But given how he was already dressed up, I’d probably have to wait a while.

The man was on guard, reacting almost in a panic at the slightest hint of being caught.

When a maid knocked on the door to deliver a rollaway bed, he demanded that I retreat to the bathroom.

I complied, which was completely ridiculous.

As I disappeared into the bathroom, I saw him shutting the bedroom door to keep the maid from noticing the disheveled bed.

I immediately understood: Hector would do anything to maintain his image. Even if he got gayer and gayer—which was utter nonsense—coming out was out of the question for him.

But I didn’t care. If he was happy with that, it wasn’t my concern. We were just having a little fun together. That was all.

I was good at ignoring the fact that our contract still had a year to go.

The breakfast buffet was extravagant, and I was already looking forward to the next two days.

Since we had been too wrapped up in ourselves last night, we had ended up ordering room service.

I was fine with that because I seemed a bit underdressed for the restaurants here.

But what I definitely didn’t want to miss was a visit to the hotel’s spa.

Surely, I could find swim trunks somewhere. After all, this was a five-star hotel.

By ten o’clock, we were back at Canonica’s villa, sifting through the documents.

The tension between us had dissolved after last night’s sex, and our long conversations afterward made me even more drawn to him.

Although he wore his suit like armor, knowing that underneath he was a sensitive and deep man made him much more exciting.

Just after two o’clock, having finished my fourth box, I stretched my back and sighed. “There’s nothing about June here. Why is there nothing about June?”

“Not here either,” Hector replied, not looking up as he turned another page intently.

I watched him for a while as he sat on the other couch.

He had taken off his shoes and jacket. A brown strand had come loose from his hairstyle and fell across his forehead.

He didn’t seem to notice, but that just made him even hotter.

I then realized he wasn’t as buttoned-up as usual.

The top three buttons of his shirt were open, and I could see his slightly hairy chest.

Today was actually warmer than yesterday. The heater now ran at full blast, so I had taken off my sweater and was lounging around in a T-shirt.

“I’ve got condoms with me,” I said casually.

Hector paused briefly, then turned his head in my direction, his face showing no emotion. I shrugged and flashed my charming smile. When he shifted his focus back to the file in front of him, I gaped in disbelief.

“Come on! This is boring! Just awful! We both need a break.”

“You’ll have to come up with better arguments,” he muttered.

I could tell he wanted it, but he couldn’t allow it. For a moment, I paused and looked around.

“Are we under camera surveillance?”

There it was. A smile. It tugged at the corners of his mouth, making his lips curl. “Arguments,” he said in a sing-song voice without even looking at me.

I stood up, stretched my arms, walked a few steps, and scanned the living room. There weren’t any cameras in sight, but what arguments could I present?

Without thinking further, I slipped off my T-shirt and let it fall carelessly to the floor. When he glanced up, I undid the belt on my pants, raised an eyebrow, and gave him a sultry look. The crease between Hector’s eyes clearly showed his irritation.

“What’s this?”

Did I hear a hint of fear in his voice?

As I backed away from Hector, I opened my pants. “What does it look like?”

Hector’s mouth was agape as I pulled out some lube and a condom from my back pocket and placed them on the kitchen counter.

Hector licked his lips. “That … undressing you is not an argument.”

“No,” I replied knowingly, prying off my pants and underwear together and kicking them off my feet.

Hector clung to the file in his hand, swallowing hard, while I removed my socks. I ran my fingers through my hair suggestively. “I don’t want to argue. I’m giving you a reason.”

“A reason for what? To fuck you?”

“To punish me.”

Hector helplessly scanned the room. “God, Nico … Do you even know what you’re doing to me?”

“I’m giving you an opportunity you can’t possibly pass up?” I asked with feigned innocence, beginning to stroke my penis.

A tingling sensation spread through my body as Hector finally put the file away and rose from the sofa. He stood there for a while, watching me. When I saw the bulge in his pants, a hot rush surged through my veins and gathered in my core.

I felt that familiar excitement again. Hector was my boss, but at that moment, we were eye to eye. As he walked around the sofa and slowly approached me, I was filled with anticipation that I couldn’t keep my hands off myself.

A smile tugged at the corner of Hector’s mouth, but he didn’t give in. He tried to maintain his composure while the bulge in his pants grew bigger.

I was more yielding and gave him a radiant smile, but it wasn’t entirely successful, as the desire was starting to take over. Before the situation overwhelmed me, I put my other hand on the back of my neck and dug my nails into my skin. The pain kept me grounded and calmed me.

Hector reached his hand out to stop me from inflicting more pain on myself. “You’re hurting yourself,” he said, his voice soft and dark.

Yes, I hurt myself every time I dug my nails into my skin. It was a stupid habit I hadn’t been able to break. It was linked to a vulnerability that few would expect from me, but since I had that writer’s block, I had been moving through a world where I felt overwhelmed and lost.

Maybe that’s why I wasn’t afraid to keep pushing boundaries, knowing that I didn’t belong here and thus had nothing to lose.

Each time I inflicted pain on myself in some way, I was reminded that this was all just research, and I would be back on track, the writer I wanted to be, who had just gone astray.

Hector massaged my lips with his thumb several times. I stared at him, holding my breath while admiring the stubble shadow on his chin. Yesterday, he had been freshly shaved. Today, he looked wicked and dangerous.

My heart raced, and I swallowed. Hector’s proximity took my breath away. Not daring to touch him, I continued to stroke my cock. The nudity I felt seemed strange, but also very erotic.

“And what do you want to do now?” I asked, my voice hoarse.