Page 17 of Lost Room Lawyer (Room #4)

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Nico

Watching Hector present evidence to the judge, systematically disproving the prosecutor’s allegations one piece after another, was an indescribable experience. The trip to St. Moritz had been worthwhile, but it was especially rewarding to see our efforts pay off in court.

The unexpected turn in the Canonica case attracted so much attention that the press was ready when we left the courthouse in the afternoon.

I stayed in the background as Pierin Canonica proudly draped his arm around his lawyer and spoke to the press.

He praised Hector and his team to the skies, and I couldn’t help but think how different things would seem if the old man knew what had been happening in his fancy kitchen.

Eventually, we said goodbye to our client and headed to the parking lot.

Hector placed some files on the back seat and slid into the driver’s seat, closing the door behind him.

Seeing him take a moment, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he took a deep breath, unsettled me, and I wasn’t sure how to interpret his behavior.

I noticed his dry hands and felt a slight pain in my own.

“That went well,” I said calmly.

“Yes,” he replied, visibly tense as he turned the key in the ignition. “It really did.”

“Why do I have a feeling that something went wrong after all?”

“Well, the case isn’t closed yet. The prosecutor will try to present new evidence.”

On the drive back to the office, Hector explained what we could expect next.

When we sauntered through the door shortly before four o’clock, Gerry was at the reception talking to Linda.

He was apparently just about to leave but took a moment to update Hector on the latest news.

Meanwhile, I went to my computer and organized a few documents.

“Ciao, Nico!” I heard Gerry call. “Have a great weekend!”

“You too!” I called back from my desk, just as I noticed Hector walking down the hall to his office.

After a brief silence, Hector came back and handed me some documents to review by Monday afternoon, then Linda appeared in the doorway.

“I wish you both a great weekend,” she said.

“You too,” Hector replied.

Linda and I exchanged smiles. He had apparently forgotten that she was going to a wedding in France—and I had just lost a bet.

“I’ll be on vacation for the next two weeks,” Linda reminded him with a smile.

“Oh! That’s now?” Hector asked, surprised. “Well then … have a good time.”

“Thanks,” Linda said sincerely. She then gestured toward me. “I’ve shown him everything. He knows how the franking machine works and goes through the mail each morning.”

Hector stood right next to me and nodded. “Excellent.”

“Enjoy!” I said.

“Goodbye, you two!” Linda called out as she left the office.

Grinning, I glanced at the files on my desk; now I knew what I’d be doing first thing Monday. At some point, I noticed that Hector was still standing beside me. The moment I looked up at him, he turned away and left the room.

It was awful! Since this morning, my senses had been completely on edge. The time in St. Moritz had been the most forbidden thing I had ever done, yet I longed to return to the mountains so much because there I could have Hector. Here, I was his damn intern, which I had been feeling all day.

Hector ignored me, and every time I felt like he might have noticed the attraction between us again, it turned out to be a mistake. Just like now. I barely saw him disappear into his office.

Maybe I should call it a day too , I thought, as I gathered my hair into a bun.

I put my phone in my back pocket and packed up my things.

“I’m heading out too,” I said, as I braced myself on the desk and shut down my computer.

I didn’t get a reply. He was probably busy writing an email, as he always was.

As I stepped into the hallway, I grabbed my coat from the rack and put it on.

Hector came toward me at a brisk pace. He approached me so quickly that I couldn’t fully assess the situation.

When he grabbed me by the upper arm and led me down the hall into his office, I was completely bewildered.

He closed the door and I found myself back at the same place as on the first day, an uneasy feeling welling up inside me.

Now comes the termination.

Nervously, I rested my hand on my neck, digging my nails into the skin, and sought support on the floor—the dark cherry wood floor was indeed beautiful.

Consider it research. It’s not so bad.

Hector stood behind me, but I didn’t dare to turn around.

“Are you firing me?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“What makes you think that?”

I felt him move closer. My pulse quickened. “It would make sense, given what happened in St. Moritz.”

When he placed his hand on mine and moved it away from my neck, I turned my head slightly to make sure it was really his hand. It smelled of cream. Slowly, he moved closer until I could feel his body against my back. My breath caught, and my heart raced as his warm breath brushed my ear.

“I’m not going to fire you.” His voice was soft, with a hint of fear. “What happened in St. Moritz … I would never want to undo it.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned my head a bit more, but Hector didn’t let me see him; something I understood all too well. Even this confession had something forbidden about it, and yet it filled me with a warmth I hadn’t expected.

“You have no idea what I want to do with you next. You completely mess with my thoughts.”

“And you with mine,” I admitted inevitably.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and turned to face him.

A second later, our lips met. Hector roughly pulled off my coat, slipped his warm hands under my sweater, and pushed me backwards.

I bumped into his desk and tilted my head back as Hector eagerly kissed his way down my throat and then knelt in front of me.

He unzipped my pants and started working on my cock. I moaned and buried my fingers in his hair.

Shit! My boss was kneeling in front of me and giving me a blowjob! It was so hot! His passion and desire were so sexy. When he looked up at me and our eyes met, it lit a fuse inside me.

Immediately, I guided him to his feet and sought his lips. “Fuck,” I groaned. “Are you equipped?”

“Of course.”

“Then fuck me here.” Hastily, I untucked his shirt out of his pants and undid his belt.

At that moment, I heard a noise. Hector heard it too and recoiled from my side, creating distance between us. Breathing heavily and almost panicked, he stared at the door as if a monster were about to burst through.

He’d reacted instantly when the maid in St. Moritz brought in the extra bed. But now I waited in vain for the moment when he would regain control and give me orders to save the situation.

On my side, this forbidden situation was so arousing that I couldn’t keep my hands off myself. Leaning against Hector’s desk, I massaged my hard-on, keeping my eyes on Hector the whole time.

“I forgot the umbrella!” came a shout from the reception area. “I’m leaving now!”

A second noise confirmed that the entrance door to the office had closed again, but I didn’t care. I worked my thumb over my cock and pushed my jaw slightly forward. “I said, ‘Fuck me,’” I whispered.

Hector swallowed hard. “Don’t go,” he said, tucking his shirt back into his pants and fastening them as he hurried out of the room.

A smile crept across my lips as I heard him lock the office door, followed by a slight tug in my chest. Yes, Hector would do anything to keep his secret from becoming public.

But I don’t care , I reminded myself. I’m just having fun.

When Hector returned, he gave the door a shove to make sure it was locked and retrieved something from his briefcase, which was on the leather sofa. The strange feeling in my chest vanished when I saw a tube of lube and a condom in his hand.

“Come here,” I said, welcoming him with passionate kisses.

I untucked his shirt, undid the buttons, and slid it off along with his underwear. His warm, velvety skin was electrifying. Hector groaned softly as I took his hard cock in my hand. His kisses became even more demanding.

“Turn around,” he whispered into my mouth.

I did as he asked, bracing myself with both hands on the desk between the lamp, files, and phone. Hector prepared me, sending tingling thrills through my body with every touch and increasing my desire as I leaned forward, arched my back slightly, and presented my ass to him.

“Shit, Nico. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

At his sweet words, he pressed a finger inside me. A long moan escaped my lips. By now, he knew my body well and had me under his control.

A few times, he slapped his cock against my ass, then positioned the tip and pushed into me. I arched and tried unsuccessfully to stifle another moan.

“Oh yes … So tight,” Hector growled.

I loved his deep voice. It was unique and enthralling. During sex, it took on an even darker tone, making him incredibly attractive.

Hector increased his pace, slapping his pelvis against mine and fucking me hard. I leaned on my forearms and rejoiced the feeling of being filled by him. As I braced myself on my hands again, he hit my sweet spot.

“Fuck!” I shouted, causing Hector to react.

He hauled me up by the shoulder and supported me with one arm around my chest while wrapping his other hand around my neck.

I rested my head back on his shoulder and enjoyed how he fucked me from behind.

He drove me completely insane. When he removed his hand from my neck and began to stroke my cock, I felt him pushing me closer to the edge with each thrust.

“I’m about to come,” he panted in my ear.

“Me too.”

My muscles tensed, and all the heat surged to my center. I could sense that Hector was close as well—his arousal grew more intense, and his breath became ragged.