I huff. “You know I like that.”
His eyes heat, dipping down to gaze over my body. And like a Pavlovian response, my cock twitches. I swear, the damn thing is trained to perk up every time he looks at me. “You know, I think I’m feeling a little hungry right now,” he whispers.
Yuppp,there goes my cock.
Alek rumbles his approval, his hand palming the back of my neck and pulling me forward. It quickly delves into a heated make out session, him pulling me onto his lap on the floor where I grind our cocks together. Our kiss turns frantic and heated, rushed because we never want to get caught at the office.
“Take your clothes off and bend that pretty ass over my desk so I can lick it,” he demands.
“Can I blow you after?” I ask, nipping along his jaw, my hands cupping his erection through his trousers and squeezing.
“God, I—”
“What in the ever-loving fuck are you two doing?”
I tumble off Alek’s lap as we both jump apart, our heads snapping toward the intrusion, my stomach plummeting when I spot Caleb’s appalled face from where he now stands in the doorway.
Shit, we were so caught up in each other we didn’t even hear the door open.
I sort of just remain where I am, frozen, with my ass on the floor because my best friend is standing there looking horrified. He’s looking at me like I’m a stranger, and it feels like someone just kicked me in the ribs.
“Let me explain.” Alek jumps up, pulling me into a standing position with him. His voice is surprisingly calm, albeit a bit stern.
How the hell is he not panicking right now?
“Oh my God, are you twofucking?” Caleb asks, his voice going high-pitched in alarm.
“Caleb, for the love of—calm the fuck down, son.”
Spoiler alert: Caleb does not calm down.
He begins to pace back and forth, his fingers rubbing at his temples while shooting us accusatory glances. “Is my best friend fucking mydad, or is my dad fucking my best friend? Holy shit balls, this is insane.”
“Caleb,” I begin, advancing toward him.
He holds up a hand. “No, nope. I’ve seen enough. You were on his lap and…” He makes a gagging noise, and for a moment, I really think he’s going to be sick. “Dude, that’s my dad,” he grits out.
“Caleb,” Alek warns.
Caleb scowls, pointing a finger at him. “You’re not supposed to have a sex life, and definitely not with my best friend!”
Alek narrows his eyes. “How do you think I had you? Did we not have the birds and bees talk?”
“Excuse me while I go to the parking lot andbarf,” Caleb says, clamping his lips together. Two seconds later, he spins around and practically sprints out of the office.
I start to go after him, panic swirling in my gut. Maybe I can make this right somehow. There has to be something I can do or say, right?
“Wait.” Alek’s hand clasps my elbow, spinning me back around until I’m facing him. Then his hands are cupping my cheeks, and he’s pulling my face to his. He kisses me softly once, twice. “Just breathe, baby.”
“But—”
“Everything is going to be okay,” Alek reassures me. “I will make him come around and see reason. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” the whispered confession comes without hesitation.
Alek smiles softly, his thumb brushing across my cheek. The gentle caress soothes some of my frayed nerves. “Then trust that I’m going to fix this.”
I nod, swallowing thickly. “Okay, I can do that.”
