The whole time, though, I was grinning like a fool. Normally, I'd be cursing under my breath and mentally putting hexes on the micromanaging assholes above me, but I let their stupidity slide today.
I hadn't seen Clint around the office yet, but that wasn't too surprising. It was only ten o'clock, and according to the whiteboard in the hall, he was teaching some early classes downstairs, so he wouldn't be around the office much before eleven or so. That was pretty normal, and probably not a bad thing if I had any hope of accomplishing anything today. We had lunch plans anyway, so I'd see him soon enough.
There was no such thing as soon enough, though. Now that I'd been in his bed, I couldn't get him out of my head. Okay, so I hadn't been able to get him out of my head anyway, but now he'd taken over completely.
Had all that really happened? I'd imagined the whole thing, right? It'd just been a dream-a good one, for once-that was so vivid and hot, I'd convinced myself it was real.
Except I could still feel enough to know it had been very, very real. My chin and throat were a little raw from some stubble burn. My lips were faintly tender after getting some long overdue attention, and giving some to Clint's cock. There was also some tightness between my shoulders that had started in the car outside his apartment. Twisting around in the seat so I could make out with him had been worth it in the moment-was still worth it in hindsight-but I was paying for it now.
I regret nothing.
That thought made me chuckle to myself. Like I was a teenager who should've felt guilty for sneaking off and parking with someone. No, nothing but a horny old dude who'd need a few extra Motrin today and had fortunately not forgotten his TENS unit.
As I adjusted the TENS unit's intensity for the hundredth time, my good spirits faded. Last night had been hot, but there was no mistaking that I'd gotten damn lucky. The planets had aligned, and when I'd gone to bed with Clint, my pain had been relatively mild. I'd also dodged a bullet-he'd been out of condoms, and I hadn't brought any. Anything beyond handjobs and blowjobs had been off the table. I was perfectly content with that much anyway, but it was always a gamble with a new guy.
A lot of guys could take or leave anal, and I'd been with a few of them. But even those who were indifferent about it-or outright hated it-didn't usually stick around after the "I can't do it" conversation. That always seemed to be the moment they realized sex with me meant a whole lot of limitations. No getting rough. No throwing each other around. No swinging from the chandeliers or trying out crazy sixty-nine positions.
Anal, they could do without. Realizing we'd be fooling around on eggshells because of my back?
"I need more than this."
"I'm always afraid I'll hurt you, so it's not fun for me."
"Man, I'm sorry-it's boring!"
I sighed, absently thumbing the dial on the TENS controller. Last night, Clint had shrugged things off and seemed satisfied with what we'd done. Question was, how long could the novelty of someone new gloss over anything that was lacking? How many nights could I stretch that novelty before Clint decided I was more trouble than I was worth? What would he think when he realized that one-time restriction was actually this time, every time, and any time we touched in the future?
I shook my head and shifted my attention to some of the work I'd been ignoring all morning. Tried to, anyway. I just couldn't shake the worry-the certainty-that Clint was in for a disappointment when we made it into the bedroom a second time.
At least we'd had some of that painfully sexy kissing and frantic dick-sucking. Even if that was as far as things ever went, I could live with it. And if we continued hooking up . . . well, I hoped his expectations weren't too high.
Guess I'll find out, won't I?
Classes must've ended, because the activity outside my door was steadily ramping up. Boots on the floor. People talking. I could always tell when the instructors had come back from teaching because even the most soft-spoken among them couldn't seem to shut off the "teacher voice." Normally, that annoyed the shit out of me. Nothing made me feel like I was running a daycare more than having to remind grown-ass adults to use their inside voices.
Today, it didn't bother me.
Because Clint was one of them.
And every time I heard him outside my office, I forgot what I was doing. Which also should have annoyed me, but I couldn't help grinning whenever I broke out in goose bumps at the sound of his voice. If anything, I wanted to call him into my office, shut the door, and make him do something about this hard-on that he was completely responsible for.
Someone knocked at my door.
"Come in."
When it opened . . .
Ah, speak of the Devil.
"Hey." His eyes met mine, and no, I had not imagined last night any more than I was imagining that playful, mischievous gleam. "You busy?"
Busy doing absolutely nothing except thinking about what you look like naked.
I cleared my throat. "No, come on in."
As he closed my office door behind him, I got up and came around my desk. "You do know that being in here behind closed doors is tempting as all hell, right?"
"I do." He stepped closer and grinned as he reached for my waist. "Why do you think I closed the door?"
"You devious bastard."
"Mm-hmm." And with that, he kissed me. We both stumbled a bit, but he pushed me up against my desk and held me there. In the short time that I'd known him, Clint had struck me as being on the shy side, so this boldness was amazingly sexy. Yesterday he'd gone from barely being able to look me in the eye to pulling me into a kiss in the car. Today he'd come into my office, and now he was kissing me like there was absolutely no reason not to.
And as I ran my fingers through his hair and cupped his ass with my other hand, I couldn't think of one.
Outside, some voices and footsteps went by, and we both glanced toward the door. When he looked at me again, Clint asked, "Think anyone's caught on?"
I laughed and squeezed his ass. "Well, we did leave the O Club together, but no one's said a word to me."
"Me neither."
"What they don't know . . ."
"Mm-hmm." He kissed me again, rubbing his hard-on against my hip. Abruptly, though, he tensed up. Didn't stop, but definitely tensed up. "I should go," he murmured between kisses. "Got . . . some more classes . . ."
"Me too." I tugged his hair back and kissed his neck. "We still on for lunch?"
"Are you kidding? Of course we are."
"I would hope so." I nipped his neck, then lifted my head. "You have any plans for tonight?"
"I think I just made some."
"Good."
"My place?"
"Hell yeah."
"Perfect." He paused. "Jesus, this is all I've been able to think about since last night."
My knees wobbled. "Me too." I met his gaze and struggled to catch my breath.
He licked his lips. "In fact, forget lunch."
My heart stopped. "Huh?"
"If we both work through lunch, we can bust out of here early." His filthy grin fucked with my equilibrium. "Then we've got the whole evening."
"Oh, I like the way you think." I ran my hands along his belt.
"But . . . right now . . ."
"You've got classes . . ."
"They can wait." He hesitated. "Except I should still . . ."
"We should . . ."
I kissed him, and should didn't really matter anymore. He kept me pinned against the desk, and I held on to his blouse to keep him from going anywhere. This was too hot to stop, so . . . to hell with it. And as a bonus, my back was still behaving. With a little luck, that wouldn't change. I did not need that bucket of cold water when I had my hands all over Clint.
I pulled Clint closer and ran my boot up the inside of his leg.
"Keep that up," he growled, "and we're not going to get out of here."
"That right?"
"Mm-hmm." He put his hands on my thighs and leaned down until his lips almost met mine. "Not that I mind. I am kind of curious to see what happens if we get stuck here."
"You dirty bastard." Still holding the front of his uniform, I pulled him down and myself up, and my lips grazed his as I murmured, "We should definitely get out of here."
"I agree." And he kissed me.
I sat up, tilting my head and parting my lips as I slid my hand around the back of his neck.
Back-stay happy.
Coworkers-stay out.
Or at least knock. Please, for the love of God, don't let this be the day they forget to knock.
I drew him down so I could kiss his neck.
"Let's go," he whispered breathlessly. "We should . . . somewhere . . ."
"Why not here?" Gripping his blouse tighter, I nibbled his earlobe. "No one else is here."
"No, but . . ." He moaned softly and curved a hand over my hip. "Beds are a lot more comfortable."
"Hmm. Good point. And there aren't any beds here."
"Exactly. So maybe we should get out of here, then. Go someplace private." His erection rubbed against mine. "Go where I can see you." He turned his head, and our lips brushed as he murmured "naked" just before he claimed a deep kiss.