Page 69 of Love in Mission City

With each thrust Knight made—nailing my prostate—I gave a matching tug. This overwhelming feeling overcame me as I chased the climax. I wanted to hold off, because I loved what he was doing to me, but I also wanted to go over the edge and take him with me. “I’m coming, Knight.”

“Thank fuck. Do it, baby. Just…” He grunted. “Fly.”

Apparently, the magic word. I flew high and then came.

Chapter Nine

Knight

As Orlando squeezed my cock with his ass, I thrust once more and came.

Hard.

I closed my eyes to the bursts of light as I fought for oxygen.

He shuddered, then leaned forward against the photocopier.

Which creaked ominously.

“We’d better…” Nope. Words wouldn’t come. I was too overwhelmed. Slowly, though, I loosened my grip on his hips. Just as slowly, I slipped out of him with a squish.

He giggled.

So did I.

“At least your sister-in-law didn’t catch us.”

For one heart-stopping moment, I envisioned her waltzing in here and… Huh. I couldn’t tell what her reaction would be. The other night she’d been, I think, nudging me toward Orlando. Or perhaps giving the relationship her approval. Or I was way overthinking things.

That was distinctly possible.

“Relax, Knight. I locked the door.”

“She still has a key.”

Orlando tensed.

I bit his shoulder gently. “We’re both adults. Aside from breaking about a dozen HR rules, we haven’t really done anything wrong.”

“…haven’t really…” He snickered. “I think she’d lose her shit.” He glanced at the photocopier. “Well, I’m going to have to clean that.”

As I eyed the dripping cum, I had to agree. “You did that on purpose. Got me all riled up. There isn’t anything wrong with the machine, is there?”

“Nope. I did find a buildup of dust this morning and realized I hadn’t given it a thorough cleaning. I think that was the problem, and everything should be fine going forward.”

“That sounds deceptively easy.” I released him, removed and knotted off the condom, dropped it into the garbage, then fingered my sticky cock. I looked around and didn’t see tissues, then decided to fuck it and shoved my flaccid dick back into my boxer briefs.

“We can always have a photocopy machine maintenance guy in. Oh, if he’s good-looking, you might bend him over.”

I swatted his naked ass. “I don’t plan to make a habit of this. Besides, it might be a woman. Don’t be all sexist.”

“Moi? Never.” He turned to face me with a huge grin on his face. “You ready for tomorrow?”

Where I expected the familiar panic whenever I thought of Jacqui, nothing came. Slowly, I smiled. “Yeah, I’m ready.” I yanked out my phone as he yanked up his pants. “Let’s lock up and go back to my place.”

He arched an eyebrow as he zipped up.

“Do you need to go home? Cat? Dog?” I couldn’t imagine him having a pet with the hours he worked, but he might have a pet sitter or something.