Page 75 of Making It Burn

“You don’t know that.”

His thumbs stroked my cheekbones.“Trust me.Okay?”

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down.“Okay.”

“Good.”Beau smiled.“Now stop spiraling and let me help you stop thinking so much.”

“How?”

He leaned down, his mouth next to my ear.“Meet me in the supply closet in fifteen minutes.”

“Beau, I don’t think…”

“Fifteen minutes,” he repeated.“The big supply closet over by the copy room.I’ll be waiting.”

He walked out, leaving me sitting there with my heart pounding and my brain short-circuiting.

This was insane.Reckless.Exactly the type of thing I’d spent my entire career avoiding.

I checked my watch.

Fourteen minutes to go.

SCENE 4

The supply closet was tucked into a forgotten corner of the office, abandoned after accounting got their shiny new copiers.No one came here anymore.

I checked the hallway three times before slipping inside.The space was barely wide enough for two men to stand without brushing against each other.

Except touching was the only thing on Beau’s mind.

The door clicked shut behind me, and before I could even breathe, he had me pinned against the shelves, his mouth crashing into mine.A shocked sound tore from my throat, but it turned into a groan when his hands slid under my jacket, fingers digging into my waist like he owned me.

“This is insane,” I bit out between kisses, even as my body arched into his.

“I know.”His teeth scraped my earlobe, sending a jolt straight to my cock.“But you still came.”

“I’m going to regret this.”

“Not yet, you won’t.”Beau shoved my jacket off my shoulders, letting it pool at our feet.His fingers went straight for my belt, yanking it open with a sharp clink of metal.“You’ve been thinking about this too.Don’t lie.”

I couldn’t.Not when his palm was already pressing against the hard length of me through my slacks, his thumb circling just right—

“Fuck, Beau—”

“Shh.”His breath was hot against my neck.“You want me to stop?”

God, no.But I should.We should.Someone could walk in.We could get caught.My career—

Beau dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands sliding my slacks and boxers down in one smooth motion.My cock sprang free, already leaking, and his tongue flicked out to catch the bead of pre-come at the tip.

“Jesus!”My fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tight as his lips wrapped around me, taking me deep.The wet heat of his mouth, the way his throat fluttered as he swallowed around my length—it was too much.“Beau, we can’t—someone might—”

“No one’s coming.”His voice was a dark rumble against my skin before he took me again, hollowing his cheeks, working me with his tongue in ways that made my vision blur.“And if they do…” He pulled off just long enough to smirk up at me, his lips glistening.“The door’s locked.They’ll just have to wait.”

I should’ve stopped him.Should’ve pulled him up, fixed my clothes, acted like the composed, professional man I was supposed to be.But then his fingers dug into my ass, his mouth sealed around my cock, and all I could do was feel—the slick slide of his tongue, the way his free hand cupped my balls, rolling them just hard enough to make my hips jerk.

“That’s it,” Beau murmured, pulling off to lick a slow stripe up my shaft.“Let me hear you.No one’s listening but me.”