Page 59 of The Last One to Let You Down

“Oh?” Tom couldn’t resist. “Why is that,Shirley?”

“Easy now,” Cypress warned, reaching down to boldly grab Tom’s cock through his pants. “Feels like you’re getting a little too comfortable. Forgot who’s in charge here, hmm?”

Tom gasped, blood instantly charging south, and he had to hold onto Cypress’s shoulders to steady himself. They couldn’t do this here, not now.

“Maybe I should go have a talk with Fox right now,” Cypress taunted. “Tell him what a very bad boy you’ve been.”

“No, please.” Tom shuddered as a rush of heat raced down his spine. “You wouldn’t!”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Cypress kept rubbing Tom’s cock, his dark eyes glassy now as he gazed down at him. “I wish I had the time to take you right here… spank your little ass until you can’t sit down…”

“Yes, fuck, please,” Tom moaned quietly, kissing Cypress fiercely. “Please, I’m sorry, mmm, just do it. We can be quick, so very quick—”

“Mmm, Tom,” Cypress murmured as the kiss heated up, his hand dipping down inside Tom’s pants to rub against his cock through his underwear.

Tom could feel Cypress was getting hard, too. He started pulling at Cypress’s belt, begging breathlessly, “Oh, please. I’ll suck you right here. Come on.”

He didn’t know what had come over him. He knew anyone could walk in and see them, and the thrill was like a drug. He couldn’t get enough. They could do it fast, no one had to know—

“Uh uh,” Cypress said firmly, taking Tom’s hands from his belt.

“What? Why?” Tom panted.

“Because I have work to do,” Cypress replied, taking a deep breath and adjusting himself.

“Cypress!” Tom pushed his hard dick forward, trying to go in for another kiss. He was absolutely throbbing, and he couldn’t believe Cypress would deny him like this. “Mmm, come on.”

“Nope.” Cypress turned his head, reaching down and gently thumping Tom’s dick. He looked positively smug. “You’re gonna have to wait.”

“You’re so mean.”

“Shouldn’t have called me Shirley,” Cypress teased, laughing as he kissed Tom.

“So, so very mean,” Tom mumbled, falling back into Cypress’s strong arms. As frustrated as he was, he had to admit he enjoyed the torment.

And the kissing.

The kissing was really nice.

“Me, you, dinner,” Cypress promised as he pulled away, “and I’ll make sure the wait is worth it.”

Tom did his best to keep up his unhappy glare, but it was hard to stay mad when Cypress smiled at him.

Even with a dick hard enough to cut glass.

“Gotta go,” Cypress said, kissing Tom goodbye. “Might wanna stay in here until, ahem, you calm down.”

There was no way for Tom to hide his erection in his scrubs, and he flipped Cypress off.

“Later,” Cypress chuckled, slipping out through the bathroom door.

Tom considered going into one of the stalls and jerking off, but the lusty fear of getting caught wasn’t as much fun by himself. He washed his hands and his face, waiting for his cock to wilt.

When it finally did, he headed back to the prep room to get back to work. Aaron and Miss Edie were both gone, but Mrs. Poole looked lovely. He got her casketed and ready for her viewing and was immediately out of things to do again.

He went back to cleaning, took a brief lunch break, and stared at the clock ticking down to five o’clock. All the employees filtered in and out of the office, either on their way to talk to Fox or after they were done.

Scott and Bosco were both very upset by the insinuation they could have anything to do with the burglaries. Miss Wheel was a frantic mess, Earl was cranky, and Mr. Crosby seemed to think Fox was here interviewing for a job.