by Allie Scott
He’s so tight, so untouched that I can’t wait another moment. I generously apply lube to us both before easing the head of my cock forward. Nudging his entrance, I watch his face for any sign that he wants to stop.
Seeing me pause, he looks me in the eye as he slowly nods his head. Pushing through the tightness, I managed to enter him fully without too much struggle. Aiden’s arms are shaking as he holds his legs back, so I decide to grab them instead, relieving him of the task. He falls back in a heap then, his body bucking and arching as I move in and out of him.
Time becomes an enigma while we are connected. I can feel every ounce of emotion pouring through Aiden’s body. Each shudder, each moan is like a shot of serotonin to my system. Soon, the pressure becomes too much.
“Stroke yourself, baby. You need to come before me this time.” Aiden nods, a shaky hand slipping down around his cock, tugging in rhythm with my strokes. I increase my speed, watching as he mimics me.
I feel him squeeze me, the start of his orgasm coming just as I explode, my body careening over the edge. I pump into him, watching as his own cum begins to spill out on his stomach, the sight making more leak from me.
Both of us are soon spent, our bodies exhausted and covered in sweat. “Shower and then back to bed.” Aiden nods, following my lead without question. He’s naturally submissive, something I didn’t know I wanted desperately until him.
Once we get cleaned up, Aiden snuggles into my arms as we climb into bed. I lay there awake for a long time, wondering how I got so lucky to find him.
I should have never gone to sleep though. When I wake in the morning, Aiden is gone, only the scent of him on the pillow is left behind.
Chapter 7
Aiden
Around four a.m., I wake up suddenly, unsure of what caused me to wake from the delicious dream I was having. When I go to roll over, I feel the arm holding me tightly. Turning my head, I see the sleeping face of the gorgeous man I thought was just a dream.
His features are so strong even as he sleeps. My hand itches to run through the beard on his face, the few white hairs adding to how attractive I find him to be.
My body tells me I need to visit the restroom, so I move gently to untangle myself from him. I take a moment to grab my phone before shutting myself into the bathroom. Once I take care of business, I grab my phone to check for any issues. I have about six missed texts from Taylor.
Tay: I saw you leave with that hottie. How did it go?
Tay: Ok, bitch. Don’t answer me. You better be getting dicked down good.
Tay: You haven’t responded. Did he chop you up and drown you in the river?
Tay: Damnit, Aiden. Now I’m worried. I’ve watched too many crime documentaries. Please let me know if you’re ok.
Tay: This is why we should share our location. I want to call the cops, but I don't even know where to send them.
I realize she’s spiraling into some dark thoughts. Not wanting to wake Miguel, I grab my clothes as I tiptoe from the bedroom. Dialing Taylor, I place the phone by my ear as I get dressed.
“Are you alive? Is this Aiden? You better not have fucking killed my best friend!” I laugh at her hysterics, though I know she’s quite seriously worried. It’s with that thought that I sober enough to speak.
“I’m ok, Tay. Fell asleep after a few rounds. Everything is ok.” I’m whispering lowly, hoping she can understand me.
The phone line is quiet. It’s a bit eery given her words before. Then suddenly the line fills with sniffling. Shit. She’s crying.
“Tay?” At her name, the tears begin flowing as she tries to speak through her emotions. I can barely make out what she’s saying. Looking around, I grab a pen to leave Miguel a note. I don’t want to wake him, but I need to get to Tay before she goes into full breakdown mode. We’re already sixty percent of the way there.
Scribbling on the paper, I leave it on the table near the entryway hoping he’ll see it on his way out. I left my reason for bailing and my number just in case he wants to repeat tonight. I feel like there’s more to explore here, but I won’t push him. I’ll let Miguel come to me.
When I finally get down to the lobby, I rush outside to grab a cab, ignoring the front desk personnel. Within twenty minutes, I’m bursting through the door of my apartment searching for Taylor.
She’s on the couch, curled into herself as she clutches the phone. I didn’t hang up once the whole way here. My voice was meant to encourage her, to make her feel like I was already there. Dropping my phone, I rush to her, lifting her up and bringing her into a hug. Her tiny frame shakes with each cry she releases, each one a punch to my heart. Taylor is more sister than friend after all this time, and I want to beat my own self up for getting her this worked up.
I rub her head, whispering words to get her to calm down. Finally, she is stable enough for me to talk to her and get a response. “How about we turn the tracking thing on right now, ok? That way you won’t have to worry about me anymore.”
Her head nods as she hands over her phone. I make quick work of connecting the two devices. I show her how it works, and after that she seems to get back to normal.
Cheeks stained red, she looks over to me. “I’m sorry I got so worked up. I was just so worried.” I put my hand up, telling her to stop.
“You don’t have to explain anything. I know your history. It was a shit move of me to ghost you like that. I can’t promise it won’t ever happen again because I’m human, but I can promise to keep my phone on so you can have piece of mind of where I am until I can respond.”
“At least tell me he was worth it. He was fucking gorgeous from what I could see.”
Oh yeah, she’s feeling better alright. Gossip Taylor is back with vengeance. She wants details and she wants them now.
“He was worth it ten times over. I’m sorry you got upset, but I don’t regret a moment of it.” My face must give me away because Taylor gasps as she grabs my hands. “Oh my god! Are you like falling for him?”
“No! That’s not possible. I’ve known him a day. It can’t be.” She scoffs, the sound funny given her puffy face and expression.
“It’s very possible. Love at first sight is rare, but I think you might be on the edge of something here. You’re glowing. And it’s more than the sex before you try to say that's it.”
“Fine. You’re right. There was more. I just hope that he calls me after he sees the note.”
“What note? I think you’ve left some details out. Why don’t you start from the beginning? I need to analyze this.”
So I do. I go back to the moment he showed up on the dance floor and relive almost every moment until I came home. I leave out his filthy mouth, but she guesses quite a bit from the look on my face as I talk about him.
When I’m done, we’re both spent and confused. “What’s next for me and Miguel? Is there even an ‘us’ since I bailed? I guess we’ll find out when or if he decides to call. Now I just have to be patient and hope for the best. At least I’ve got a new job to distract me from thoughts of him.”
Taylor nods, her expression telling me she doesn’t believe my lies. She knows I’ll be obsessed with thoughts of him until I get a call.
If only I’d know I get so much more than that.
Chapter 8
Miguel
It’s Monday morning and I haven’t gotten much sleep yet. I chug the coffee Tucker left on my desk this morning before I prepare myself for the meeting with the new team.
“You almost ready, boss?” Tucker pops his head through the door to retrieve me. One look at me and he’s pushing inside, then turning to shut the door behind him.
He slowly approaches my desk, his eyes looking me over. He tutts, the noise making me grimace. He comes around the desk, moving into my space without pause. He’s the only person in my professional life I give license to get this close to me.
“You look like shit.” He says the words as he hastily tugs at my clothing. He straightens my tie and suit jacket. I th
rew them on in haste this morning, not caring much about appearances. Besides, I knew my assistant would never let me look bad in front of anyone.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” He rolls his eyes at me.
His fingers run through my hair, moving the hair that’s grown a bit longer than I like this way and that until it pleases him. “We can’t do anything about the scruff right now, so this will have to do.”
Pushing him away, I move to stand from the desk. I motion for him to lead the way, my mind trying to refocus on the meeting instead of the man haunting my dreams. I haven’t had a good night of sleep since he left.
As a man with more money than I know what to do with, I have the resources to track things down easily. When I realized my mystery man left without a note, I got my guy to hunt him down. He’s had no luck with just the surveillance in my elevator, but he promises he’ll know something soon. Until then, I lay awake at night holding the pillow of the man who ran out with my heart.
We move down the elevator toward the conference room floor. When we get there, I tell Tucker to go in first to make sure everyone is content and seated. There is commotion on the other side of the door, then just silence. I take that moment to walk in, my gaze sweeping around the room of people. Tucker is standing at the head of the table ready to help me with the presentation.
The merger between these companies is one that I believe will help everyone all around as long as we remain on the same page. Business is business. People can’t get too wrapped up in things personally or everything else will fall apart.
As I turn to Tucker, I hear the door open across the room. I don’t single the person out, because that would be a jerk move. Others aren’t so kind. I hear the whispering and snickering start with the newcomer’s entrance.
Everything is fine until I hear “homo” under one man’s breath, followed by two others laughing. The room temperature drops instantly, my anger burning hot. Before I explode, my phone goes off in my pocket.
Taking a step back to cool down some, I pull the phone from my pocket. It’s my detective with info. His text makes me freeze and gives me hope all in a split second.
P: Your mystery man is Aiden and he’s in your building right now.
Tucker reads the text, his eyebrows raising. I feel the urge to run from the room, to find the man I’m officially obsessed with when I hear it again. More teasing from the men at the table.
“What the fuck is he even wearing? Gay people all wear those outlandish clothes.” The voice drips with disdain. The room is so quiet that there’s no way the others didn’t hear him.
Deciding I’ll wait to track down Aiden, I turn to the voice seeing a middle-aged white male with a potbelly leaning back in a chair with a smug grin on his face. His expression doesn’t change when his eyes roll over to me.
“Do my clothes look outlandish to you, Mr -?”
“Lites. My name is Mr. Lites, Manager of the Public Relations Division.” His voice grates my nerves, the echo of his words fueling the rage I feel at bigots like him.
“Well, yes then. Mr. Lites, would you mind answering my question? Do you think my clothes look outlandish?”
Clearly confused, he looks me up and down before he turns to his goons. They offer no help to his pleas. “You look ok, like any other professional businessman.”
“That’s funny that you say that considering I’m gay. It seems you have a propensity to single out only certain gay men. Or is it just that you’re too afraid since I’m now your boss?”
Tucker leans to me, “The other guy is his boss, too.” I look over at him, surprised by the words. “I read the profiles before the meeting. Wanted to know who was who.” He shrugs at me.
Everyone in the room is quiet, all of them taken by the conversation going on. They aren’t quite sure what to make of it. Even the homophobic Mr. Lites has kept his mouth shut.
Wanting to ease the worries of the person they were teasing, I turn to find none other than “Aiden?” My voice is breathy, the sound barely leaving me and I stand in awe looking at him.
He looks just as handsome as the first time I saw him. He’s in a suit, though the colors are a bit bolder than my dark black ensemble. The bright purple makes his eyes pop, the sight keeping me locked on him until Tucker nudges me.
Finding my voice, I ask him directly. “Has this always been a problem?” Knowing exactly what I mean, he nods slowly.
A woman in the chair across from Lites raises her hand. Surprised by the move I nod to her. “Lites has always said rude things to Aiden. Most of us kept our mouths shut for fear of losing our jobs, but I think you might be different.” I offer her a small smile for her honesty, the look calming her nervous hands on the table.
My eyes move over to Lites and his goons, their eyes boring into me to see what happens next. Tucker leans over to my ear, whispering just low enough for me to hear. “They aren’t part of the contract and we haven’t finalized their paperwork with HR. There is no penalty for it.”
With this new information, I turn back to the three men, a smirk forming on my face. “You three are all fired. Since your paperwork with HR is unfiled there is nothing owed to you here. I suggest you leave. Now.”
The two goons rise, resigned to their fate. Lites doesn’t move that easily, his expression filled with anger. Knowing he can’t win with me, he turns to Aiden, preparing to spill words out that he can’t take back.
Moving quickly, I step around the desk, getting directly into his face. “You will turn your ass around and leave without another word, or I will rain down a world of pain in your life. I can let go of the previous times you’ve hurt him because I wasn’t around, but moving forward you don’t get to hurt Aiden that way. I won’t have you spew hatred at the man I love.”
Gasps fill the room. After a beat of silence, Lites trudges away with his tail between his legs. Looking to Tucker, I signal to him that I need time.
“Ok, everyone. Let’s move this to a tour. We’ll do the presentation later today or tomorrow.” Everyone stands to follow him. They linger for a moment as they exit, the group of them wanting to see how this plays out.
Thankfully, Aiden doesn’t leave. He stands in the same place he was before, his body frozen as he looks at me. “Did you mean that?”
“Come here.” My words seem to shake him free, his feet moving him around the table to me. When he gets close enough to touch, I pull him to me, our bodies lining up. My hand wraps behind his head as I hold him tight in my grip.
“Did you mean what you told them? How could you say that?” Leaning down, I kiss his lips, my mouth working over his. All the worry and desperation from before leaves as I feel him kiss me back.
“I’ve been working relentlessly to find you since you left. I just got word at the start of the meeting that you were here. Tucker, my assistant, had to tell me to calm down before I ran off to find you. Little did I know that you’d come to me.”
“But you didn’t call. I thought maybe you regretted our night together?”
Chapter 9
Miguel
“How would I have called? You just vanished into thin air.” I look at his face, searching his features to figure out what he’s talking about.
“Bu-but I left a note. It was on the entry table. I made sure to put my number so you’d call.” He stammers the words out, his voice fading as he realizes. “You never saw it?”
“No, baby. I never got it. I searched the bedroom for a trace of you, but I never even look at that table. It’s probably still sitting there.” Aiden laughs, the puff of air hitting me in the face and bringing a smile to my own.
“I thought you just wanted to be done with me.”
His voice is so vulnerable that I can’t hold back from kissing him. My mouth covers his in a soft, slow kiss. There’s no rush anymore now that he’s here, now that I’m holding him in my arms.
I pull back slowly this time, warmth filling me as Aiden’s eyes remain closed a moment longer, a sere
ne smile on his face.
“There’s going to be issues with HR about this, but I’m willing to change the whole damn company to keep you. Will you let me make you mine?”
Aiden is nodding before I finish the question, his excitement palpable. “I’ll get a new job. I can find something somewhere else. It’s no issue. I just want you.”
“Oh, baby. I’m not letting you go. We’ll make the rest of it work out.”
And we do.
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Six months later
Aiden has been the best investment I’ve made, both personally and professionally. In the office he runs things smoothly under his lead. His team produces some of the best numbers of anyone in the entire company. At home, he’s made himself a permanent fixture in my penthouse. His clothes have worked their way into my dresser and closet, and he’s even decorated some, bringing his taste into my space.
It’s been amazing, as well, to see the difference it’s made at the office. Tucker brought it up just this morning how I’m less of an asshole these days.
“Like, you’re all happy and shit. You glow! People aren’t scared that you hate them anymore. We have to keep Aiden around forever.”
He said it jokingly, but I agree with him. I need to keep Aiden with me in a more permanent sense. The first step in the process is to get him to officially move in with me. I plan to ask him with something I know he’ll understand.
Making my way into the conference room for our meeting, I laugh when he shoots me a look of confusion. “Today’s meeting is just us. This is a bit of a private matter.”
I move to grab the remote, starting up the slide presentation. The title flashes on the screen, ‘Reasons why you should move in with me.’ Aiden laughs loudly, his eyes twinkling as he watches me quietly.
“Are we really doing this? Here at the office?”
“I think this is the perfect place to do it.” Clicking through the slides, I go over all my different points as to why I think he should move in. Some are serious such as saving money, while others are more fun like how addicted I am to his cooking that it’d be best if he was just around all the time to make it.