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A broken sound tore from my throat as he took me deep again, his nose brushing my pubic bone, his throat opening for me.My fingers tightened in his hair, guiding him, fucking his mouth because I couldn’t help it.He groaned around me, the vibration sending a spike of pleasure straight up my spine.

“You’re so good at this,” I gasped.“So fucking—”

His hand slid up to my mouth, two fingers pressing between my lips.“Suck.”

I did, moaning around them as he fucked my mouth with his fingers in time with his lips around my cock.It was filthy.Obscene.Perfect.

When my orgasm hit, it wrecked me—my hips stuttering, my cock pulsing down Beau’s throat as he swallowed every drop.He didn’t pull away, just licked me clean, his tongue tracing the sensitive underside until I was trembling.

“Fuck,” I panted, sagging against the shelves.“Fuck, Beau—”

He stood slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with satisfaction.“Told you no one would figure it out.”

I was still trying to catch my breath as he kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue.“We got lucky.”

“We’re careful.”He tucked my cock back into my boxers, smoothing my slacks with a possessive pat.“Now stop worrying… and enjoy this.”His hand slid over the bulge in his own pants.I looked at him—at his mussed hair and swollen lips and the absolutely satisfied smile on his face—and felt something in my chest ease.

Maybe he was right, and we could do this.Keep it secret, keep it safe, and have something that was just ours.

“Okay,” I said.“I’ll try.”

“Good.”Beau checked his phone.“I should get back.I have a deposition at three.”

“Me too.Conference call at three-thirty.”

We straightened each other’s clothes, and Beau cracked open the door to check the hallway.

“Clear,” he said.“I’ll go first.You wait five minutes.”

“Beau?”

He turned back.“Yeah?”

“Thank you.For this.For being patient with me.”

His smile was soft.“Always.Now get back to work, Price.Some of us have billable hours to log.”

He slipped out, and I counted to three hundred before following, checking my reflection in my phone’s camera to make sure I looked presentable.

No one would ever figure this out.Or would they?

ChapterFifteen

Beau

Three weeks into our secret relationship, and I was in trouble.

The kind of trouble that kept me awake at night staring at Mason’s sleeping face, memorizing the way the moonlight caught in his hair.The kind that made my chest ache when he smiled at me across a conference table, that had me checking my phone every five minutes hoping for a text.

The type of trouble that felt a lot like falling.

No—not falling.I’d already fallen.Past tense.Completely, irrevocably, stupidly in love with Mason Price.

I realized it one morning, watching him make coffee in his kitchen.He didn’t ask how I wanted it anymore—just added the exact amount of cream I liked, stirred it twice (never three times, because I’d mentioned once that over-stirring made it taste flat), and handed it to me with a kiss that tasted like toothpaste and something uniquely him.

“Morning,” he’d said, his voice still rough with sleep, his hair sticking up in a way that made me want to run my fingers through it.

And I’d thought: I love you.