Office Romance Box Set
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“Yes!” Tim cries again.
Bryce peels Tim’s jockstrap down over his ass, finally letting his dick and balls slip free. Then he clamps a hand around Tim’s shaft and squeezes as he brings the other down, smacking the belt across Tim’s ass a final time.
Tim’s voice cracks with emotion. “Yes! Oh God, oh Jesus, oh please yes! Again!”
But Bryce has other plans. Holding fast to Tim’s cock, he guides his own to his lover’s tight hole and, with a corkscrew motion, works his way inside. Slowly at first, widening with his fingers and dick, he eases into his lover, feeling Tim open to him with every inch. Tim’s words dissolve into breathy gasps as he bites at the arm of the sofa, taking Bryce in. Between his thighs, Bryce feels Tim’s hands flexing, working at the knot in the tie, fingers brushing over Bryce’s balls as he continues to push in. Deeper, harder, all the way in, until he hits Tim’s pleasure center and his lover tenses beneath him as if riddled with a thousand electric sparks all at once. His cry is so loud, Bryce fears Alecia might overhear and come knocking just to see if anything’s the matter.
“YES!!” Tim gnaws on the arm of the sofa as he bucks beneath Bryce, fucking against the leather as he’s fucked.
Bryce finds a fast, steady rhythm designed to bring them both quickly; today’s conference has gone on long enough. They have the rest of the work day to get through, lunch and the Japanese account meeting after that, and there’s always this evening for tenderness. Now the main focus is to get Tim off as quickly as possible.
Which doesn’t take long. Tim comes in a wet rush as he humps the sofa, but Bryce wants release, too, so he pounds his lover harder, driving himself towards orgasm, and triggers a second, more explosive eruption from Tim in the process. “Yes, please, yes,” Tim sobs, breathless, as his cock spasms onto the leather sofa. “Yes, yes, yesyesyes, oh my ever-loving God, yes! Yes! Yes!”
When Bryce is spent, he unties Tim’s hands and wraps his arms around his lover as he crawls onto the sofa. Holding Tim close, he smooths the sweaty hair back from Tim’s brow and kisses the corner of his lover’s mouth. “So, did you like that?” he wants to know.
Tim climbs onto him, pinning him to the cushions with an overeager kiss. “Yes, sir!”
* * * *
The cabinets hide other secrets. Behind one is a sink; behind another, a closet with freshly laundered shirts and ties hanging in neat rows. There’s an iron, as well, and a padded board folds out to press rumpled suit jackets and smooth wrinkled slacks. A high-end air purification system ensures the office doesn’t smell like a brothel, and an automatic scented spray keeps the place piney-fresh.
These conferences usually last forty-five minutes or so, with the last ten minutes spent washing up and making themselves presentable again. When the office door opens at a little before noon, Bryce is as polished as he was when he went in an hour earlier, and Tim looks unflappable as always. Only the hint of color lingering in Mr. Eckhart’s cheeks suggests anything out of the ordinary.
As the two men pass Alecia’s desk, she smiles at Bryce. “Ms. Jackson called back,” she says. “To apologize again for her inappropriate comment at her interview. Sounds like she really wants this job.”
Mr. Eckhart continues walking—out of the lobby and down the hall, heading for the men’s room. Bryce stops in mid-step and swivels on his heel to lean over the top counter above Alecia’s desk, where she’s placed a stack of pink missed call notes. Quickly he leafs through them. “If she calls again, it’s an automatic no,” he says, crumpling up the message. “Too needy. Anything else I missed?”
“Coffee service will be here at two,” Alecia tells him. “I asked them to change out that dark roast blend no one likes—”
“Correction, the one you don’t like,” Bryce jokes.
Her smile widens in concession. “It tastes burnt, so I want something better. Don’t make that face. He’s bringing a sample pack of his most popular flavors for us to try.”
“And how much is that going to cost?” Bryce wants to know.
Alecia shrugs. “He said no charge. What can I say? He likes me.”
Bryce pockets the rest of his messages. “I’ll remember that when the bill comes. Listen, Mr. Eckhart and I have to review the Japanese account before the phone meeting at one, so we’re just going to run out to Subway for a quick bite to eat. Do you want us to pick you up something?”
“Didn’t you go over it in your conference?” she asks.
It’s an innocent enough question, but there’s something in the way she says it, an odd emphasis maybe, or a knowing look, that makes Bryce wonder if she knows what goes on behind Tim’s closed door. The smirk on her face doesn’t help, and neither does her steady gaze. Should he say something? But what?
Nothing, he decides. He’ll play it cool, stick to business. What he and Tim do together is none of her concern. “It’s a large account,” he says carefully. “Lots to review. You know how Mr. Eckhart is—wants to make sure he’s intimately familiar with all the logistics before he enters a meeting.”
“And that’s your job, isn’t it?” Alecia asks sweetly. “Making him intimately familiar with…everything?”
She knows. Shit. She has to know.
But before he can ask or she can say anything further, determined footsteps clip down the tiled hallway, heading towards the lobby. A moment later, Mr. Eckhart calls out, “Mr. Howerton? Are you ready?”
Bryce decides it doesn’t matter if Alecia knows about his relationship with his boss, or if she only suspects something exists between them. It really is none of her concern. When the door to Tim’s office is shut, and when they’re home alone, no one else exists but the two of them. No one at all.
So he gives her a wink she can interpret any way she wants. “Text me if you want a sub,” he tells her. Then, turning away from her desk, he puckers his lips towards Tim in a quick kiss she doesn’t see. To his boss—his lover—he says, “Yes, sir.”
THE END
ABOUT J.M. SNYDER
J.M. Snyder is a multi-published author of gay erotic romance who started writing fanfic (specifically, boyband slash). She has worked with several different e-publishers, including Amber Allure Press and Torquere Press, and has short stories published in anthologies by Alyson Books, Cleis Press, eXcessica, and Lethe Press.
In 2010, she started JMS Books LLC to promote and publish her own work as well as that of other authors she enjoys. For more information, visit jmsnyder.net.
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