Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15318 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15318 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
But hopefully he’d gotten it out of his system now.
***
He hadn’t.
He couldn’t even keep his hands off Justin in the file room. They were supposed to be searching for an important document needed for a very important case, but they ended up making out like horny teenagers instead. Peter wasn’t proud of himself, but he dragged his associate into the nearest restroom and they jerked each other off, kissing desperately and moaning into each other’s mouths.
It was fucking horrible. Horrible and more than a little mortifying. He was Peter Hayes, the managing partner of the best law firm in the country. He was nearly forty. He wasn’t supposed to act like—like a besotted youngster who’d just discovered what his dick was for. This wasn’t supposed to happen to him.
And yet it was happening.
Again, and again, and again.
***
The firm didn’t work on Christmas.
That meant Justin had to leave for his own apartment and spend Christmas with his brat of a brother while Peter would spend it in his silent, empty penthouse, pretending that it was just another day of the year and he was perfectly happy to be alone.
“Fuck that,” Peter said, tightening his arm around Justin when he moved to get up. “Stay. Stay with me.”
Justin went very still in his arms. “You want me to spend Christmas with you?” he said softly.
Scoffing, Peter buried his face against his nape. “It’s just a day.” His neck felt hot. “There’s nothing special about it.”
Justin hummed, taking Peter’s hand and entwining their fingers idly. “Riven is waiting for me back home, though.”
“Do you really want to spend Christmas with a sulky brat who resents you for having the nerve to leave Bumfuck, Iowa and achieve your dreams instead of babysitting him and being a nobody?”
Justin sighed. “You know it’s more complicated than that… And I do have a responsibility to him.”
“You have a responsibility to me,” Peter said.
Turning around, Justin smiled, threading his fingers through Peter’s hair. “You? And what kind of responsibility is that, mmm?”
Peter stared at him hungrily. Justin looked so lovely with his soft, dreamy gaze, flushed and fucked out, lips still swollen from Peter’s kisses.
Fuck, he wanted to devour him.
It was ludicrous. They’d fucked how many times over the past few days? Four? Five? It had to get boring by now. It had to. But it didn’t. Peter was hopelessly addicted to touching the boy. He couldn’t seem to get enough, no matter how many times he’d kissed him or fucked him. “I’m still not sick of this,” he said roughly. “You have to help me get over this.”
Justin’s smile faded a little.
“Why?” he said after a moment, his expression hesitant. “We aren’t hurting anyone, right?”
Peter stared at him. The mere idea of not getting over this was as foreign as it was tempting.
He tried to remember why they had to stop. It was surprisingly hard with Justin’s warm, naked body in his arms.
“We are hurting our careers,” Peter said at last. “We’re being reckless and stupid. You make me stupid and distracted. I want to fuck you all the time instead of doing my job. It’s a disaster. I can’t have a personal associate who makes my brain relocate to my dick.”
“I don’t see a problem,” Justin said with a small smirk. “We’re still getting things done.”
“Yes, because even when we’re slacking off, we’re better than most other lawyers, but at some point it won’t be good enough. And people are starting to notice.” Peter leaned in and kissed the pulse at the base of Justin’s throat, breathing him in. “Even Turner said yesterday that I seemed distracted, and he’s shit at noticing things like that.”
“What are you suggesting?” Justin said, threading his fingers through Peter’s hair.
“In all honesty, I should probably replace you with another associate. Someone who won’t distract me so much.”
Justin’s fingers stilled. “Will you?” he said.
Peter lifted his head and looked him in the eyes. “I should. That would be the smart thing to do, for both of our careers. Yours will be harmed more than mine if—when people find out. You’ll lose your credibility as a lawyer if people find out that you’re sucking the managing partner’s cock.”
“That would suck,” Justin said quietly. “People are going to think we’ve been fucking all along, that I’m not here on merit.”
“Exactly,” Peter said grimly.
They looked at each other, and Peter could see the defeat in Justin’s eyes. They were dim, and sad, and so very lost.
Peter hated it, hated seeing him upset. It was strange. Peter would be the first to admit that he had always been a self-centered bastard. He couldn’t say he’d ever cared about another person’s happiness.
But he cared about this one’s. He wanted Justin happy. He wanted him to stay here, in his arms, in his bed, in his home.
He wanted him to stay—and never leave.