Thank God.
“What have you done?” Bev’s eyes sparkled. “You’ve transformed the boss.”
I snorted. “Yeah right.”
“No, seriously. He laughs more now than he ever did. He jokes around, he smiles more… You’ve even managed to remove that stick from up his ass.”
“Oh, come on,” I remonstrated. “He was never that bad. He was just a bit… British, that’s all.”
“Then maybe you’re rubbing off on him.” Bev bit her lip. “Metaphorically speaking.”
I was glad I’d finished my coffee by that point.
“Okay, let’s set a date for our next meeting.” Bev scrolled on her tablet, and I got out my phone to go to my Calendar. As I did so, it vibrated in my hand, and I saw a text from Stu. Not thinking, I clicked on it—and promptly erupted into a coughing fit.
“Are you okay?” Bev asked anxiously.
“I’m fine,” I croaked, fighting for breath, unable to take my eyes off the screen.
It was a photo of Stu’s dick, filling the frame. But what got my attention was the cock ring nestled snugly around the base.
Talk about fighting dirty. And speaking of dirty, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with that solid shaft.
“Something important?” Bev’s voice pulled back.
I coughed again, and swiped it out of sight. “It can wait.” Yeah, it could wait until I got my hands on him. This was not playing by the rules.
We agreed on a date, and I made a note of it. I thanked Bev, then left her office, on a mission. Fiona arched her eyebrows as I approached her desk.
“Is it lunchtime already?”
I gave her a polite smile. “Almost. Is he busy?” Stu and I usually spent the lunch hour together in his office, eating and talking. And occasionally giving and receiving blow jobs when the need was great.
Who was I kidding? The need was always great, especially on days that ended in a y.
At least he’d gotten into the habit of locking the door.
Fiona grinned. “Do I buzz you in, or do you want to surprise him?”
“Oh, I think he’s expecting me.” I walked past her desk and pushed open the door to Stu’s office.
He was sitting behind the desk as usual, grinning. “Fancy seeing you here.”
I closed the door behind me. “No sexting during office hours, you said. Remember? And we’ve managed to stick to that since we announced we were an item. So why now?”
Stu’s eyes glittered. “Well, I had to get your attention somehow, and this seemed the best way.” He picked up his handset. “No more calls until after lunch, thanks, Fiona.” Then he replaced it.
I widened my eyes. “See? You do know how to use a phone after all. You could have called me.” I sighed. “Okay, you got me here. What’s so urgent?” I folded my arms. “Don’t tell me you’re in dire need of a blow job. You had one, not four hours ago before everyone else arrived.”
Stu pushed back his chair, and I gasped. “Why is your dick out?” His pants and briefs were pushed down to his knees. His thick, long shaft was standing to attention, the cock ring no longer there, but something was tied around its base—a red ribbon.
Stu held a finger against his lips. “Quiet. Do you want Fiona to hear you?”
I chuckled. “I don’t think she’d be in the least bit surprised.” I walked around his desk to get a closer look. “Stu… why is there a key hanging from your cock?”
“Take it off then.” His voice held a tremor that I usually associated with those times when we were in bed. When he was balls deep inside me, looking at me like I hung the moon.
Precious times.
I knelt beside his chair, then carefully untied the ribbon, his dick jerking as I removed it. I stood quickly, the key in my hand. “This looks like the key to your apartment.”
“That’s because it is,” he said simply.
“But I already have your spare key.”
Stu’s eyes were warm. “Call it… symbolic.”
Okay, he’d lost me. “I don’t get it.”
Stu rolled his eyes. “I’m giving you a permanent key to my apartment. Because I want it to be your apartment too.”
Light dawned. “You… you want me to move in with you?”
He beamed. “Now you’re getting it.” Then his smile faltered. “Unless you think it’s too soon?”
No way was I gonna let him worry about that.
I knelt again. “I think it’s time I shared something I’ve been meaning to say for a while now.”
“Okay,” he said slowly.
I reached out and cupped his cheek. “Love you.” It wasn’t like I hadn’t known that the day he fired Dean. But he hadn’t said it yet, and I figured one of us needed to take that step. I was fine with it being me.
Stu expelled a long breath before taking my face in his hands. “Love you too.” Then he pulled me closer into one of those kisses that always sent my heart soaring. The ones that always said more than words.
“That wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be,” Stu murmured against my lips.
I pulled back, staring at him incredulously, and he chuckled at my obvious surprise. “Of course I was scared. I’ve never said those words in my life.”
“Me neither.” I couldn’t help it. I kissed him like my life depended on it, and he gave as good as he got. I felt so fucking light.
“Chandler,” Stu murmured again.
“Hmm?” I didn’t want to stop kissing him.
“You forgot something.”
I pulled back with a frown. “What?”
Stu grinned. “You didn’t lock the door. You’re slipping.”
“Well, you’re the one sitting there with your dick hanging out. You could’ve reminded me.”
Stu chuckled. “I was busy. Someone just told me he loves me. I got distracted.”
“You were distracted? What about sending me that photo? When I was in the middle of a performance review with Bev? What do you have to say for yourself, Boss?”
Stu blinked. “Oops?”
I shook my head, laughing. “Do you have any idea what you’re taking on? I mean, you’ve seen my place. Minimalist is not in my vocabulary.”
Stu shrugged. “If you mess it up too much, I have a flogger and I know how to use it.”
I caught my breath. “Damn. You always know the right thing to say, don’t you?” I glanced around.
“What are you looking for?”
“That cock ring. What did you do with it?”
Stu smiled. “It’s back in my bag. Why?”
“I was just thinking of borrowing it.”
It was Stu’s turn to catch his breath. “Tonight?”
I nodded. “Tonight.” Then I glanced at his rigid dick. “But in the meantime… it seems a shame to let this go to waste.”
Stu’s eyes sparkled. “Lock the door.”
I chuckled. “You’re the boss.”
The End