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)
And god help him, Peter kissed him. Justin’s moan was loud and shameless, his fingers burying in Peter’s hair as Peter thrust his tongue into his mouth, kissing him deep and hard. Christ, the way Justin opened for him went straight to his cock.
Justin whined in protest when Peter broke the kiss. “No…”
Peter gazed into his associate’s glazed eyes, his cock so hard he could barely think. “We should stop,” he said hoarsely, stroking Justin’s shiny, kiss-swollen bottom lip with his thumb. He was so, so fucking hot. “We’re at work.”
“Right,” Justin said dazedly, staring at Peter’s mouth, before leaning in for more kisses.
Peter found himself indulging him—couldn’t not indulge him, powerless against the desire that consumed them both. They were clinging to each other, lips and bodies, making out like teenagers, gasping and groaning, until the shrill sound of the phone finally penetrated the fog of lust clouding Peter’s brain.
“Fuck,” he said, pushing Justin away and all but jumping back from him. He turned around and took a deep breath and then another, loosening his tie. He felt hot and breathless. “Get out.”
“Peter—”
“Out.” He regretted the coldness of his tone, but there was no other choice. He had to get Justin away from him before he ended up fucking a second-year associate at their workplace. Jesus. What had he been thinking?
“Didn’t take you for a coward.”
Peter went rigid. “You’re forgetting yourself,” he ground out. “I’m still your boss.”
“You’re the asshole who just had his tongue down my throat and is now trying to pretend it didn’t happen. I felt your erection against mine, Peter. You can’t pretend it didn’t happen.”
Biting the inside of his cheek, Peter turned around and stared him down. “This is my own fault, I guess. For letting an associate have an attitude like that with the managing partner. Anyone else would have already fired you—years ago.”
Justin rubbed his red, wet lips with the back of his hand, his eyes glistening. “Guess what? You don’t have to worry about my attitude anymore.” His lips twisting, he said with relish, “Find yourself another personal slave. I’ll return to my cubicle, Mr. Hayes.” He stormed out before Peter could say anything, the door slamming shut after him.
Peter leaned back heavily against his desk and sighed, looking at the door unseeingly. There was a tight feeling in his chest, almost like panic.
His phone chimed with a message.
It was probably the security guy messaging him with the names of his potential soulmates.
Peter didn’t open the message. He couldn’t bring himself to care. He didn’t give a damn about his supposed soulmate anymore.
He wanted his associate back.
He had to get him back.
Chapter 6
The good thing about being the boss was that Justin couldn’t refuse to talk to him even if he no longer was his personal associate. He was still an associate in Peter’s firm. He had to answer if the managing partner called him. Even if Justin were that irresponsible, other associates would start gossiping if he didn’t pick up the phone in his cubicle. But Justin was too responsible for that.
“Yes, Mr. Hayes,” he bit out when he picked up.
It had been three hours and twenty minutes. It seemed his temper hadn’t cooled yet. Pity. Peter had thought he’d waited long enough. It surely felt long enough for him.
Peter frowned, drumming his fingers on the desk restlessly. “Call me by my name. Other associates would think it strange if you suddenly started calling me Mr. Hayes.”
“That’s what all the associates call you, Mr. Hayes. I’m just one of them now.”
Peter pinched the bridge of his nose. “Quit throwing a hissy fit and get your ass over here.”
“No thank you. I’m good here. Loving the view from my cubicle.”
Peter considered several approaches. He wasn’t the best lawyer in the city for nothing. He was good at reading people. Good at giving them what they wanted.
“I need you,” he said.
There was silence on the line.
“You manipulative asshole,” Justin hissed.
Peter grinned. There was a reason he’d tolerated Justin’s attitude for years. He knew Peter, could read him better than anyone.
“Maybe it was a little manipulative,” he conceded. He could easily imagine what Justin looked like right now: he probably had the cutest fierce scowl on his lips, green eyes flashing murder. Peter dropped his voice as he added, “But it doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
“I swear you were a villain in your previous life,” Justin said darkly. “A slimy mafia boss in a Dolce and Gabbana suit.”
“Not my style,” Peter said. “Armani is more me.”
Justin laughed. “God, you’re impossible...” He heaved a sigh. “You have a meeting with the Stanford Group in forty-five minutes. Stop wasting your time on bothering me and get ready for it.”
“I will, once my associate gets his ass over here.”
“I’m not your associate anymore.”
“Says who? It’s not something you get to decide, sweetheart. Unless you’re ready to quit the job altogether, you don’t get to say no when the managing partner chooses you to work with him.”