The deep baritone penetrated Jamie’s daydream, overriding the
image of him spread out on a mahogany desk with the boss’s son
wedged between his thighs.
Jamie blinked twice, giving himself a moment to figure out what he’d missed. Certainly, he
couldn’t have heard right. There was no way Alexander Conyer, heir-apparent, had uttered those
words to him in front of a roomful of his co-workers. “Excuse me?”
“I want you.”
Well, fuck. Jamie stopped breathing.
The corner of Alex’s mouth quirked up. “To head up the Barnaby account.” The sparkle in his
deep blue eyes said he knew perfectly well where Jamie’s mind had been. Unfortunately, the other
ten people in the room looked like they knew too.
Jamie let out his breath, easing the restriction on his chest. Bastard. “Sure.”
Alex nodded once. “We need to get a few things ironed out – what they expect from their
marketing team, what I expect from you.”
“Sure.” Jesus, can’t I get past that word?
“Tonight.”
Jamie sat up straight. “Not this evening.”
Not a soul dared breath. People didn’t say no to Alex Conyer. And no one wanted to be between
him and the one who had.
“Tonight.” Alex prowled around the table, his six-foot frame exuding power. The crisp white
oxford shirt molding perfectly to Alex’s chest competed for Jamie’s attention with the smooth cut of
his pin-striped dress pants pulling taut over the muscles in his legs. “I expect dedication, Mr.
Bushell.”
A gorgeous, muscular
man stands in the
shadows. He is wearing
dress slacks and a red
neck tie with no shirt.
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Alex’s words set off a small fire in Jamie’s blood. “You know I’m dedicated. I’m here late every
night, I work weekends, I even sit at my desk for lunch.” His voice rose with each new word and he
could feel the flush creeping up his face. “Any other day, it wouldn’t be a problem. But not today.”
Damn it. Jamie took a deep breath and stood up from his chair, coming nose to chin with Alex.
“You want to meet tomorrow, fine. But not tonight.”
Tonight marked five years for Cody. Jamie pressed his lips together, ruthlessly pushing down the
sadness that threatened to overwhelm him. Not here. Not now. Not in front of him.
He could see Alex searching his face and prayed he’d kept his thoughts hidden. He didn’t need
the man to have ammunition against him.
Alex stepped around him, brushing their fingers together as he passed. “What time are you
available tonight?”
Jamie turned, tracking Alex as he moved back to the head of the boardroom. The man was
relentless, which made continuing to refuse pointless. “Early. I have to leave before seven.”
Alex smirked at him. “Hot date?”
“Something like that.” Jamie slumped into his chair and prayed for the stamina to make it that
long. Hell, until two minutes ago, he’d had plans to leave right after the meeting.
“This comes first.” The cold edge to Alex’s voice had the entire staff looking at him, unused to
that tone aimed at Jamie.
Jaime straightened in his seat, staring Alex down. “Then make sure we’re finished before seven,
Mr. Conyer.”
Alex’s nostrils flared and Jamie wasn’t sure if it was the back talk or the disrespect he’d infused
into Alex’s name. A sharp nod was his only answer.
****
A quick tap on his door alerted Alex to Jamie’s arrival. Even though every fiber in his body
wanted to leap over the mahogany desk between them and wrap himself around the smaller man,
he held himself in check, choosing to appreciate the grace with which Jamie moved.
Jamie cleared his throat, as he lowered himself into one of the guest chairs. “Should I come
back?”
“No.” Another few key strokes finished the report he’d been working on and he gave Jamie his
full attention.
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Jamie was restless, shifting in his seat, running his hands over his thighs. Alex watched quietly.
From day one, Jamie had captivated him, made him hope for things that he hadn’t thought possible.
The man was quiet, worked hard and never gave Alex any trouble. Of course, his deep brown eyes
and sandy-blond hair didn’t hurt anything. Jamie was easy to look at.
But something was off today.
Jamie never hesitated to come to his office after hours. They enjoyed each other, talking and
loving well into the night. Alex smiled. Hell, this desk has seen more action than my bed lately.
And that had to change. Jamie wasn’t simply some bar fuck to be treated casually.
Jamie squirmed, drawing Alex out of his thoughts.
Alex’s smile fell away, his burgeoning erection leaving with it. Yes, something was different.
Jamie didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to be with him. He caught Jamie’s eye. “We need to talk.”
“You know I can handle that account, Alex. What could we have to talk about?”
“Us.”
“What?” Jamie sat bolt-straight in his chair, panic clouding his face.
Alex pushed away from his desk and squatted down in front of Jamie. He rested his hands on
Jamie’s knees, rubbing his thumbs in circles to reassure himself that Jamie wouldn’t run at the
slightest touch from him. When Jamie settled into his seat, Alex let out a long breath. “I want to see
you outside of work, outside of this building.”
Jamie’s lips curled into a beautiful smile, lighting his face. “You do?”
Smoothing his hands higher on Jamie’s legs, Alex watched, mesmerized by the lust darkening
Jamie’s eyes. “I want you around. I want to share everyday things with you. A funny spot on TV or a
crazy old lady walking down the street.”
“I’d love that.” Jamie brushed a kiss across Alex’s mouth, nipping at his lower lip.
The resignation in Jamie’s voice stole any happiness from Alex. “Why do I hear a but coming?”
“But I can’t.” Jamie ran his hands over Alex’s arms before clasping Alex’s wrists and pushing him
away. “You don’t know the truth about me. I can’t do that to you.”
Alex was forced to stand when Jamie did. “So tell me the truth, Jamie.” He reached for him again,
and as surely as Jamie slipped away from his grip, Alex felt Jamie slipping away from his heart.
“Nothing you could tell me would change the way I feel.”
A single tear rolled down Jamie’s cheek and he slashed it away with a furious wipe of his palm.
“Don’t say that.” He backed toward the door, hands up between them. “Just don’t.”
Heated anger boiled in Alex’s belly. “Say what, exactly? That I love you? Well, too bad. Because I
do.”
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They both stopped short. Alex hardly believed he’d let that tumble out with none of his
customary finesse. Like some star-struck teenager. Shit.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” Jamie turned and fled, slamming the door behind him.
Not the reaction Alex was hoping for.
Another soft knock at the door had him hoping Jamie had returned. “Come.”
His secretary, Amber, poked her head around the door. “Everything all right, Alex?”
Alex slumped into the chair Jamie had vacated. “I don’t think so.”
He heard the click of the door and assumed she had left him to his own devices. When she
patted his shoulder, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
Amber leaned against the desk beside him. “I’ve known you for some time.”
He nodded. She’d been his secretary for two years.
“I’ve known Jamie a lot longer.”
Alex raised his eyes to meet Amber’s. “How long?”
“We went to high school together.” She crossed one foot over the other. “He’s been the happiest
I’ve seen him in the last six months, since he started seeing you.”
“Must not have been that happy.” Alex sighed, scrubbed his hands over his face. “I asked for
more and he bolted like a scared rabbit.”
She smiled at him like Alex was a bright man but not quite getting it. “He has been happy. But
today is a rough day for him. It was just bad timing.”
Alex looked at her, hoping she wouldn’t make him ask.
“Why don’t you take a drive to Lake Shore Cemetery in-“ She glanced at her watch. “Oh, a half
hour.”
That got his attention. “Why?”
Her own blue eyes were glassy with unshed tears. “That’s when he’ll be visiting my brother.” She
straightened from the desk, twisting her hands together as she walked to the window. Alex could
see she was staring out at the night but not really seeing the twinkling lights or the drifting snow.
Her voice quivered when she continued. “Have you ever seen Jamie speak to me?”
Alex shook his head but remained quiet.
“That’s because he doesn’t.” She turned to face him. “It’s been a long time, five years today, since
Jamie has talked to me. He feels some misguided sense of failure.”
“Why?”
She sighed, pushing her blond hair behind her ears with trembling fingers. “I guess we both
carry guilt for Cody’s death.” She sat in his chair, engulfed by the plush leather and big desk. “My
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brother was five years older than me. He didn’t want much to do with a fifteen-year-old sister, but I
adored him. And I loved Jamie despite him being gay even then.”
“Jamie is easy to love.”
Amber nodded. “I’m not going into all the details, but on our way back from a friend’s Christmas
Eve party Cody lost control of the car. Black ice, they said.” She rested her chin on her folded hands,
her eyes focused on the past again. “We landed upside down in a ditch full of water.”
Alex sucked in a breath. “Oh God.”
“Cody was stuck. Jamie tried to free him but Cody was frantic that Jamie help me out first.” The
tears spilled down her cheeks. “The water was so cold. It took me ages to warm up.”
“Jamie didn’t get back to Cody in time, did he?”
Amber’s bottom lip quivered. “No.”
Alex didn’t know what to say. He opened his mouth to speak but Amber held up a hand as she
rose from his desk. “I didn’t tell you this for me. I’m always sad when I think of Cody but now I can
remember the happy times, the good memories, which made my brother special. But that day I lost
both Cody and Jamie. He feels responsible. Even though it was no one’s fault and he did what Cody
wanted. It is past time for him to heal, Alex. Find him. Help him.”
What had Jamie been living with? The guilt had to be heavy. Almost unbearable. Alex watched
Amber leave before standing at the window himself, his shoulders hunched and his hands stuffed in
his pockets.
A shooting star crossed the December sky, drawing his attention to the inky black abyss as the
light faded into nothingness. An old child’s nursery rhyme sprang to his mind. I wish I may, I wish I
might, Have this wish I wish tonight. A second star crossed the sky and Alex closed his eyes, pressed
his forehead against the cold glass pane, and whispered, “I wish you happiness, baby.”
****
Jamie sat in the snow facing the tall grey marble with his friend’s name blazed across the front,
his ass frozen from the wet cold seeping into his dress pants. Cody Newburg 1985 – 2005.
It’s my fault. He hadn’t been fast enough, strong enough. If he’d only been…just more. Jamie
rested his cheek against the cold stone and let the tears trace icy paths down his face. “I’m so sorry,
Cody.”
“Catching pneumonia won’t solve anything.”
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Jamie shrieked and scrambled to his feet, whirling to find the intruder. When he spotted the
other man, Jamie pressed his palm to his chest, trying to keep his heart from thundering through his
skin. God, like this night wasn’t bad enough.
Alex stood a few graves away, looking blessedly warm in his black parka, hat and gloves. He’d
changed from his suit into jeans and snow boots. In one hand Alex held a thermos and the other a
red winter coat similar to his own.
Jamie was instantly leery of the confidence emanating from his lover. Rather than face what his
presence might mean, Jamie let his anger at Alex’s arrival take over. “What are you doing here?”
Alex cocked his head, his gaze sweeping over the ragged mess of Jamie’s clothing. “Apparently
keeping you from freezing to death.” He winced. “I mean-“
“Smooth, Alex.” Jamie didn’t want to give him the chance to worm his way into his annual ritual.
For the last five years, he’d come to Cody’s grave and sat with him. Paying his penance.
“I brought you a coat and some coffee.” Alex held out both items to Jamie but didn’t move any
closer to deliver them.
Jamie sneered at him. “Afraid if you get too close, something will happen?”
Alex’s eyebrows shot up and he took the few steps between them in a rush, stopping just short of
Jamie. He glared down at him, his jaw clenched so tight Jamie could hear Alex’s teeth grinding. Alex
jerked his hand holding the coat up between them. “Put it on.”
“If I don’t want to?”
“I don’t remember asking if you wanted to.” Alex’s blue eyes glittered with banked anger. “Put
the damn coat on.”
Jamie knew that look. When Alex got in this mood, there was nothing for it but to do what he
wanted. Jamie flashed back to the last time Alex had that fire – it was the first time they’d fucked. He
had dared say he wasn’t good enough for Alex and it had sent the CEO off the deep end. The
memory of that night, of the depth of Alex’s passion, sent heat streaking to Jamie’s cock, hardening
it even as he stood shivering under Alex’s watch.
Alex bent and set the thermos on Cody’s marker, then smoothed his gloved fingers over Jamie’s
frozen cheek. “Baby, it won’t do anyone any good if you come down sick. Please put it on.”
Jamie could steel himself against an angry Alex, but tenderness was something else. The warmth
of it seeped past his defenses and the fight drained from Jamie’s body as he slumped forward into
Alex’s waiting arms. In a few quick movements, Alex had pulled the coat around him and was
furiously rubbing him everywhere. Tingling all over his upper body told Jamie how dangerously
close he’d come tonight. “I’m usually dressed for the weather,” he mumbled into Alex’s shoulder.
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“I’m sure you are.” Alex was brisk, all business as he tried to warm Jamie back to a normal
temperature.
“You can stop.” Jamie straightened, remembering why he was here, plunging himself back into
the well of grief. “And you can go.”
“I’ll stay.”
“I don’t want you to.” Jamie pushed away, smacked at Alex’s hands when he reached for him. “I’ll
see you on Monday.”
Alex sighed, patted his hands together, blowing on them like he was warming his fingers. Buying
time, Jamie thought.
“I’m not leaving you alone on Christmas Eve.” Alex shrugged. “I’ve been looking forward to
tonight for over a month, planning dinner and picking the perfect gift for you.” He held a hand up
when Jamie opened his mouth. “I’m smart enough to see plans have changed. But if you need to be
here, I need to be with you. We both stay.”
Jamie didn’t know what to do. There had never been a man who cared enough to notice the
change in him on this most god-forsaken day, let alone one who would sit alongside him in freezing
weather at an old grave. His lip quivered and he bit down to stop the weakness from showing.
Alex wrapped his arms around Jamie, pulling him into the circle of warmth. “Baby, he wouldn’t
want you to suffer like this.”
“What do you know about it?” Jamie hiccupped, wishing he was strong enough to not snuggle
into Alex’s embrace like he was currently doing.
“I talked with Amber. Well, actually, she talked to me. I didn’t say much.” Alex rubbed his back.
“She misses her friend.”
“She should hate me.” Jamie trembled. “I’m the reason her brother is dead.”
“You are the reason she is alive. Don’t you get that?” Alex gripped Jamie’s arms and held him
away to look into his eyes. “Without her brother’s sacrifice, and your help, she would have died.”
Jamie stared back at Alex. Was that true? Cody sacrificed himself for Amber? “I never thought of it
like that.”
Alex pulled him close again. “She does. Baby, she loves you and it’s killing her that you don’t
speak to her anymore.”
His mind completely numb and unable to process a new side to what had happened all those
years ago, Jamie dropped his head to rest on Alex’s chest. “I want to stay awhile.”
“I brought coffee.” Alex stepped away, scooped the thermos from the marble stone, and took a
seat on the cold ground next to it. He motioned for Jamie to join him.
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Jamie sat beside him, taking a drink of the offered coffee. “Cody was a lot like Amber is now.”
“To know that, you’d still have to be watching out for her.”
Jamie pulled his knees up tight to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. “I stay away from
her so I’m not a constant reminder of that night.”
“It doesn’t work that way, you know.” Alex took a drink, screwed the cap back on and set the
thermos to the side. “Did you think less often of that night by staying away from her? Or did you
hurt more because you had no one to share it with?”
Jamie pressed his face into his knees. “I figured that out within the first year. But by then it was
nearly impossible to approach her, so I kept watch. It’s selfish, but it made it bearable for me.”
“You should talk to her. I think it would go a long way to putting closure to what happened.” Alex
sat similar to how Jamie did.
“Yeah, maybe I’ll do that.”
Alex shifted to lean on the headstone, tugging Jamie until he rested against him, and they sat in
silence for what seemed an eternity as Jamie took a good look at what he’d let himself become over
the last five years. His heart still ached but realizing that he’d carried out Cody’s last request, that
he’d saved a life that night too, dulled the hurt.
Jamie stretched his hand out and traced the letters of Cody’s name, feeling for the first time the
warmth of friendship along with the pang of loss.
He took a deep breath, drawing in the scent of the man sitting with him. A new sense of clarity
told Jamie he no longer belonged camped out in this cemetery, pining over what should have been.
He needed to be wrapped in his lover’s arms. “Can you take me back to the office? I caught a cab
here.”
Alex’s arms tightened around him. “Let me take you home.”
Disappointment cloaked Jamie like a second skin and he pushed up from the ground. “Sure. I’ll
give you directions.”
Alex stood with him, catching his hand to stop Jamie from walking away. “You know where I
live?”
Jamie scrunched his brow. “What?”
Alex smiled, one side of his slim lips curving up. “Baby, I want to take you to my home.”
The confusion evaporated and heat rushed Jamie’s cheeks. He found it hard to breathe under
Alex’s intense gaze. He nodded. “Okay, then.”
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Alex unlocked his front door, pushing it wide and motioning for Jamie to go first. He didn’t want
to let Jamie too far out of his sight for fear that he’d crumble back into the bleak despair that had
surrounded him earlier. He flicked the light switch and closed the door behind them.
Jamie toed off his shoes automatically as he shucked his borrowed coat, his gaze roaming the
large living room in front of him. His face was soft, relaxed. “This is lovely, Alex.”
Following suit by removing his own coat and shoes, Alex peered around Jamie, half expecting to
see someone else’s place. He searched for what made it special.
The faux-suede couches were set at a ninety-degree angle to each other and both faced the
fireplace on the north wall. Most of the floor was hardwood but a large, dark blue area rug covered
the seating area. The cream walls gave the room a fresh feel and were soft enough to complement
the oak tables. Nothing extraordinary.
“Thanks.” He pressed gently on the small of Jamie’s back to move him further into the room.
“Amber helped pick it all out.”
“She helped you?”
Alex laughed, self-deprecating at best. “No. She helped the designer. I simply moved in when it
was finished.” He tapped a knuckle on the sofa table next to him. “Until recently, that fact didn’t
bother me.”
Jamie smiled up at Alex, a sweet curve that Alex realized had been missing in many of their socalled
dates. “Lots of people have interior designers finish their homes. Don’t sweat it.”
“Yeah, but until just a few minutes ago, this wasn’t a home.” Alex cupped Jamie’s chin, brushing a
light kiss to his mouth. “Your skin is still chilled. I’m going to start a shower for you.” He turned
away, willing his stubborn cock back under control. Years of hurt didn’t disappear in a flash and
Jamie didn’t deserve to be rushed.
“Alex.”
He stopped in the doorway to his bedroom, looking back over his shoulder. “Yes?”
“I’m okay.”
Alex wondered if he spoke of more than the fact he’d nearly frozen himself to death. “Then make
me feel better and take a shower.”
The slight smile on Jamie’s lips turned into a full-blown grin. “Oh, I can make you feel better.”
Holy shit. Alex’s cock hardened painfully in his jeans. Jamie’s eyes were dark, sparkling with
desire. “We don’t have to jump into that tonight, baby. Just relax and let me pamper you for a bit.”
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Jamie’s eyebrow crept up. He started a slow circuit around the room, skirting the furniture and
moving in Alex’s direction. It was a curious sensation to be the one stalked instead of being the
stalker. The fine hair on Alex’s nape prickled as Jamie neared.
“You really want to pamper me?” Jamie whispered as he stopped facing Alex. “Then remember
I’m your lover and not your child.”
“Oh, I’m a long way from thinking of you as a child, baby.” Alex’s breath was short and this new
side of Jamie was throwing him off his game. Not that it didn’t make him hot as hell. Shit, his cock
was ready to burst with even the slightest touch.
Jamie closed the gap, rubbing their erections together, pushing Alex to his limit. “Good, then
you’ll be okay when I say that I don’t want a fucking shower.” He grazed his lips along Alex’s jaw,
nipping lightly as he went. “I just want to fuck.”
Alex cleared his throat. “I can probably help with that.”
The smile Jamie cast at him was nothing less than an invitation as he stepped around Alex. “Your
bedroom, I presume?”
“Yeah.” He’d forgotten Jamie had never been here before. The only room in the house he’d done
himself was his bedroom. It hadn’t felt right for someone else to pick out even a stick of furniture
for what he thought of as his sanctuary.
“Nice.”
Alex followed, finally finding his equilibrium again. He slid his hands around Jamie’s waist,
pulling him back against him, nestling his cock in the crevice of Jamie’s ass. His prick wept with
need as he rocked his hips forward.
Jamie dropped his head back on Alex’s shoulder, his eyes closed, his lips parted. “Yes.”
Muscles bunched under Alex’s fingers as he explored Jamie’s chest and stomach, sending his
hands on a quest south of Jamie’s belt. “Like that?” He cupped Jamie’s erection through his pants.
“Mmm, this for me?”
“You know it is.” Jamie was breathless, arching into Alex’s touch. “More.”
Alex nuzzled Jamie’s ear, increasing the pressure on Jamie’s cock at the same time he shifted
against him from behind. Jamie caught his lower lip between his teeth, moaning, writhing between
the twin points of contact.
With a flick of his thumb, Alex opened the snap of Jamie’s pants, then pulled the zipper down to
give him access to the soft steel underneath. A sharp hiss when Alex wrapped his fingers around
Jamie’s hard prick egged him on. Swirling his fingers around the swollen head, Alex used the precum
leaking from Jamie’s slit to lubricate his hand as he slowly jacked up and down Jamie’s cock.
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Alex skimmed his other hand to collect Jamie’s ball sack, rolling each nugget in his fingers. He
licked his way along Jamie’s neck, sucking a mark just behind his ear. Alex felt Jamie’s balls draw up
tight to his cock, his back bowed away from Alex and ribbons of cream spurted over Alex’s hand as
Jamie cried out.
Catching Jamie when his knees gave out, Alex scooped him up, yanked back the comforter on the
bed and lay him on the cool cotton sheet. He stripped Jamie’s clothes away, trailing his fingers over
every inch of pale skin as he exposed it to the chilly night air, ignoring his own throbbing hard-on
for the moment.
“Taking a tour?”
Jamie said the words too casually, drawing Alex’s gaze up. The guarded expression wounded
Alex’s heart more than anything Jamie could have said. He was painfully aware he’d neglected to see
what Jamie needed from him. “As a matter of fact…yes.”
“Why?” A trace of panic edged Jamie’s voice.
Alex knew the truth would send Jamie running. “Because you have the most delicious skin I’ve
ever seen.” Alex reared from the bed, stripping his clothes off and throwing them to the floor. He
crawled back up the bed, curling into Jamie’s side.
“Oh.” That single word escaped on a sigh and Alex knew he’d chosen correctly.
A rush of desire pooled in Alex’s groin. He gripped Jamie’s hands and stretched them over his
head as he rolled on top of Jamie. “You know what that means, right?”
“Mmm.” Jamie pressed up into Alex, grinding their cocks together. “You’d better tell me.”
“I’d rather show you.” Alex slid one knee between Jamie’s legs, then followed with the other. His
new position lined their cocks next to each other and he instinctively shifted to create friction.
Jamie moaned low in his chest, tossing his head back against the pillows.
Alex pounced on the exposed stretch of skin, sucking at the pulse beating in the hollow of Jamie’s
neck. He reached under the pillow for the tube of slick he’d put there earlier, and thought briefly of
the missed reservations at his favorite restaurant.
Jamie wiggled against him and all thoughts flew from his mind.
He knelt, pulling Jamie’s legs over his thighs to get at the tight bud clenched between Jamie’s
cheeks. Alex brushed his thumb over the puckered opening, enjoying the flush covering Jamie’s
body.
Jamie mewled in the back of his throat at the tease and spread his knees wider for more.
“Please.”
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“Patience, baby.” Alex flicked open the lube and drizzled a thin stream on his fingers. He rubbed
them together, warming the slick before circling Jamie’s hole.
Bucking his hips, Jamie grasped Alex’s forearm with more strength than Alex gave him credit for.
“Fuck patience. I want your cock. Now.”
Alex smirked at him and pushed two fingers into Jamie’s clutching ass, curling them to hit that
spot that would make him-
“Oh my God!” Jamie launched his hips from the bed, pushing down on Alex’s hand. “Fuck. Fuck.
Alex.”
“Yeah, baby?” He slid his fingers out, then in over Jamie’s gland, again and again until Jamie was a
writhing mess holding onto sanity by a thread.
“Don’t. Make. Me. Beg.” Jamie pushed the words through his teeth as he fought for more, fought
for that touch that would send him careening over the edge.
Alex pulled his fingers away, smiling at the low whimper when he leaned over to the dresser for
a condom. “One or the other, baby. Me or my hand.”
“You. Always you.”
Alex ripped the condom open, rolled it down his prick and pressed the head against Jamie’s ass.
He rocked his hips forward. “Let me in, baby.”
Jamie relaxed his muscles and Alex slid in the first inch. He kissed along Alex’s neck, working up
to Alex’s mouth. “Get a move on, bossman.”
With a surge forward, Alex seated himself balls deep in Jamie’s channel, simultaneously drilling
his tongue into Jamie’s mouth; the kiss a more powerful aphrodisiac than anything Alex had ever
experienced. He struggled for control to allow Jamie time to adjust to his invasion.
Gripping Alex’s arms, Jamie gave him a shake. “I’m not some fucking china doll. Fuck me, damn
it.”
Alex took him at his word, establishing a hard and fast rhythm, reaming Jamie’s ass with every
bit of pent up desire roiling in his blood.
Jamie met him halfway, thrusting up into each stroke. He threaded his fingers through Alex’s
hair, crushing their lips together as he wedged his legs under Alex’s arms, creating a different angle
for Alex’s thrusts forward.
Each withdrawal drew Alex’s cock over Jamie’s gland, sending the smaller man into a frenzy. He
sucked in air, wiggling for more contact.
Alex pulled away to watch his lover crash over the edge of bliss, not disappointed by the howl
Jamie let out as his ass clenched down Alex’s cock, cum splashing over Jamie’s stomach, hauling
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Alex into the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. Alex shouted Jamie’s name as he slammed
into the hot chute of Jamie’s ass, flooding the condom with his cum.
They lay spent, chests heaving as they sucked in much needed air. When he’d regained some part
of his mind, Alex rolled off to the side, his soft prick sliding from Jamie’s body. He curled his arms
around his lover and tugged him close.
“Wow.”
Alex chuckled and smoothed sweat-soaked hair from Jamie’s forehead. “Yeah, wow.”
Jamie wrapped his arms around Alex, rested his head close to Alex’s heart. He was quiet but Alex
could tell he was working up to say something. It wasn’t long before Jamie took a deep breath. “Why
do you put up with me?”
“Because I love you.” Alex stated the newly discovered fact as if they’d known it forever.
Jamie lifted his head to stare at Alex. His eyes round like saucers.
“What? You thought my feelings would change if we weren’t ensconced in my office?”
Jamie blew out a long breath. “I thought you were just confused.”
“Do I strike you as a confused man? Someone that easily follows the wind with my decisions?”
Alex couldn’t tell if he should be angry or amused.
“No.” Jamie lowered his head back to Alex’s chest. “Actually you are probably the most levelheaded
man I know.”
Alex tucked one finger under Jamie’s chin, tilting his face up. “Then why would I treat my
personal life that way? Why would I treat you that way?”
“I have issues.”
Alex laughed. “You think?” He settled his mouth over Jamie’s lips, licking at the seam, looking for
entry. Jamie parted his lips and Alex dove between them, twisting his tongue along Jamie’s,
deepening the kiss, pouring every ounce of his love into that single act.
When the need for air separated them, Jamie framed Alex’s face in his hands. He pressed a chaste
kiss to Alex’s lips. “I love you, too. I have from the first day in your office.”
Alex kissed him again, then pulled the discarded comforter over their cooling bodies. From the
living room, his mantle clock chimed midnight. He smiled at Jamie, kissed his nose, and tucked his
lover closer.
image of him spread out on a mahogany desk with the boss’s son
wedged between his thighs.
Jamie blinked twice, giving himself a moment to figure out what he’d missed. Certainly, he
couldn’t have heard right. There was no way Alexander Conyer, heir-apparent, had uttered those
words to him in front of a roomful of his co-workers. “Excuse me?”
“I want you.”
Well, fuck. Jamie stopped breathing.
The corner of Alex’s mouth quirked up. “To head up the Barnaby account.” The sparkle in his
deep blue eyes said he knew perfectly well where Jamie’s mind had been. Unfortunately, the other
ten people in the room looked like they knew too.
Jamie let out his breath, easing the restriction on his chest. Bastard. “Sure.”
Alex nodded once. “We need to get a few things ironed out – what they expect from their
marketing team, what I expect from you.”
“Sure.” Jesus, can’t I get past that word?
“Tonight.”
Jamie sat up straight. “Not this evening.”
Not a soul dared breath. People didn’t say no to Alex Conyer. And no one wanted to be between
him and the one who had.
“Tonight.” Alex prowled around the table, his six-foot frame exuding power. The crisp white
oxford shirt molding perfectly to Alex’s chest competed for Jamie’s attention with the smooth cut of
his pin-striped dress pants pulling taut over the muscles in his legs. “I expect dedication, Mr.
Bushell.”
A gorgeous, muscular
man stands in the
shadows. He is wearing
dress slacks and a red
neck tie with no shirt.
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Alex’s words set off a small fire in Jamie’s blood. “You know I’m dedicated. I’m here late every
night, I work weekends, I even sit at my desk for lunch.” His voice rose with each new word and he
could feel the flush creeping up his face. “Any other day, it wouldn’t be a problem. But not today.”
Damn it. Jamie took a deep breath and stood up from his chair, coming nose to chin with Alex.
“You want to meet tomorrow, fine. But not tonight.”
Tonight marked five years for Cody. Jamie pressed his lips together, ruthlessly pushing down the
sadness that threatened to overwhelm him. Not here. Not now. Not in front of him.
He could see Alex searching his face and prayed he’d kept his thoughts hidden. He didn’t need
the man to have ammunition against him.
Alex stepped around him, brushing their fingers together as he passed. “What time are you
available tonight?”
Jamie turned, tracking Alex as he moved back to the head of the boardroom. The man was
relentless, which made continuing to refuse pointless. “Early. I have to leave before seven.”
Alex smirked at him. “Hot date?”
“Something like that.” Jamie slumped into his chair and prayed for the stamina to make it that
long. Hell, until two minutes ago, he’d had plans to leave right after the meeting.
“This comes first.” The cold edge to Alex’s voice had the entire staff looking at him, unused to
that tone aimed at Jamie.
Jaime straightened in his seat, staring Alex down. “Then make sure we’re finished before seven,
Mr. Conyer.”
Alex’s nostrils flared and Jamie wasn’t sure if it was the back talk or the disrespect he’d infused
into Alex’s name. A sharp nod was his only answer.
****
A quick tap on his door alerted Alex to Jamie’s arrival. Even though every fiber in his body
wanted to leap over the mahogany desk between them and wrap himself around the smaller man,
he held himself in check, choosing to appreciate the grace with which Jamie moved.
Jamie cleared his throat, as he lowered himself into one of the guest chairs. “Should I come
back?”
“No.” Another few key strokes finished the report he’d been working on and he gave Jamie his
full attention.
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Jamie was restless, shifting in his seat, running his hands over his thighs. Alex watched quietly.
From day one, Jamie had captivated him, made him hope for things that he hadn’t thought possible.
The man was quiet, worked hard and never gave Alex any trouble. Of course, his deep brown eyes
and sandy-blond hair didn’t hurt anything. Jamie was easy to look at.
But something was off today.
Jamie never hesitated to come to his office after hours. They enjoyed each other, talking and
loving well into the night. Alex smiled. Hell, this desk has seen more action than my bed lately.
And that had to change. Jamie wasn’t simply some bar fuck to be treated casually.
Jamie squirmed, drawing Alex out of his thoughts.
Alex’s smile fell away, his burgeoning erection leaving with it. Yes, something was different.
Jamie didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to be with him. He caught Jamie’s eye. “We need to talk.”
“You know I can handle that account, Alex. What could we have to talk about?”
“Us.”
“What?” Jamie sat bolt-straight in his chair, panic clouding his face.
Alex pushed away from his desk and squatted down in front of Jamie. He rested his hands on
Jamie’s knees, rubbing his thumbs in circles to reassure himself that Jamie wouldn’t run at the
slightest touch from him. When Jamie settled into his seat, Alex let out a long breath. “I want to see
you outside of work, outside of this building.”
Jamie’s lips curled into a beautiful smile, lighting his face. “You do?”
Smoothing his hands higher on Jamie’s legs, Alex watched, mesmerized by the lust darkening
Jamie’s eyes. “I want you around. I want to share everyday things with you. A funny spot on TV or a
crazy old lady walking down the street.”
“I’d love that.” Jamie brushed a kiss across Alex’s mouth, nipping at his lower lip.
The resignation in Jamie’s voice stole any happiness from Alex. “Why do I hear a but coming?”
“But I can’t.” Jamie ran his hands over Alex’s arms before clasping Alex’s wrists and pushing him
away. “You don’t know the truth about me. I can’t do that to you.”
Alex was forced to stand when Jamie did. “So tell me the truth, Jamie.” He reached for him again,
and as surely as Jamie slipped away from his grip, Alex felt Jamie slipping away from his heart.
“Nothing you could tell me would change the way I feel.”
A single tear rolled down Jamie’s cheek and he slashed it away with a furious wipe of his palm.
“Don’t say that.” He backed toward the door, hands up between them. “Just don’t.”
Heated anger boiled in Alex’s belly. “Say what, exactly? That I love you? Well, too bad. Because I
do.”
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They both stopped short. Alex hardly believed he’d let that tumble out with none of his
customary finesse. Like some star-struck teenager. Shit.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” Jamie turned and fled, slamming the door behind him.
Not the reaction Alex was hoping for.
Another soft knock at the door had him hoping Jamie had returned. “Come.”
His secretary, Amber, poked her head around the door. “Everything all right, Alex?”
Alex slumped into the chair Jamie had vacated. “I don’t think so.”
He heard the click of the door and assumed she had left him to his own devices. When she
patted his shoulder, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
Amber leaned against the desk beside him. “I’ve known you for some time.”
He nodded. She’d been his secretary for two years.
“I’ve known Jamie a lot longer.”
Alex raised his eyes to meet Amber’s. “How long?”
“We went to high school together.” She crossed one foot over the other. “He’s been the happiest
I’ve seen him in the last six months, since he started seeing you.”
“Must not have been that happy.” Alex sighed, scrubbed his hands over his face. “I asked for
more and he bolted like a scared rabbit.”
She smiled at him like Alex was a bright man but not quite getting it. “He has been happy. But
today is a rough day for him. It was just bad timing.”
Alex looked at her, hoping she wouldn’t make him ask.
“Why don’t you take a drive to Lake Shore Cemetery in-“ She glanced at her watch. “Oh, a half
hour.”
That got his attention. “Why?”
Her own blue eyes were glassy with unshed tears. “That’s when he’ll be visiting my brother.” She
straightened from the desk, twisting her hands together as she walked to the window. Alex could
see she was staring out at the night but not really seeing the twinkling lights or the drifting snow.
Her voice quivered when she continued. “Have you ever seen Jamie speak to me?”
Alex shook his head but remained quiet.
“That’s because he doesn’t.” She turned to face him. “It’s been a long time, five years today, since
Jamie has talked to me. He feels some misguided sense of failure.”
“Why?”
She sighed, pushing her blond hair behind her ears with trembling fingers. “I guess we both
carry guilt for Cody’s death.” She sat in his chair, engulfed by the plush leather and big desk. “My
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brother was five years older than me. He didn’t want much to do with a fifteen-year-old sister, but I
adored him. And I loved Jamie despite him being gay even then.”
“Jamie is easy to love.”
Amber nodded. “I’m not going into all the details, but on our way back from a friend’s Christmas
Eve party Cody lost control of the car. Black ice, they said.” She rested her chin on her folded hands,
her eyes focused on the past again. “We landed upside down in a ditch full of water.”
Alex sucked in a breath. “Oh God.”
“Cody was stuck. Jamie tried to free him but Cody was frantic that Jamie help me out first.” The
tears spilled down her cheeks. “The water was so cold. It took me ages to warm up.”
“Jamie didn’t get back to Cody in time, did he?”
Amber’s bottom lip quivered. “No.”
Alex didn’t know what to say. He opened his mouth to speak but Amber held up a hand as she
rose from his desk. “I didn’t tell you this for me. I’m always sad when I think of Cody but now I can
remember the happy times, the good memories, which made my brother special. But that day I lost
both Cody and Jamie. He feels responsible. Even though it was no one’s fault and he did what Cody
wanted. It is past time for him to heal, Alex. Find him. Help him.”
What had Jamie been living with? The guilt had to be heavy. Almost unbearable. Alex watched
Amber leave before standing at the window himself, his shoulders hunched and his hands stuffed in
his pockets.
A shooting star crossed the December sky, drawing his attention to the inky black abyss as the
light faded into nothingness. An old child’s nursery rhyme sprang to his mind. I wish I may, I wish I
might, Have this wish I wish tonight. A second star crossed the sky and Alex closed his eyes, pressed
his forehead against the cold glass pane, and whispered, “I wish you happiness, baby.”
****
Jamie sat in the snow facing the tall grey marble with his friend’s name blazed across the front,
his ass frozen from the wet cold seeping into his dress pants. Cody Newburg 1985 – 2005.
It’s my fault. He hadn’t been fast enough, strong enough. If he’d only been…just more. Jamie
rested his cheek against the cold stone and let the tears trace icy paths down his face. “I’m so sorry,
Cody.”
“Catching pneumonia won’t solve anything.”
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Jamie shrieked and scrambled to his feet, whirling to find the intruder. When he spotted the
other man, Jamie pressed his palm to his chest, trying to keep his heart from thundering through his
skin. God, like this night wasn’t bad enough.
Alex stood a few graves away, looking blessedly warm in his black parka, hat and gloves. He’d
changed from his suit into jeans and snow boots. In one hand Alex held a thermos and the other a
red winter coat similar to his own.
Jamie was instantly leery of the confidence emanating from his lover. Rather than face what his
presence might mean, Jamie let his anger at Alex’s arrival take over. “What are you doing here?”
Alex cocked his head, his gaze sweeping over the ragged mess of Jamie’s clothing. “Apparently
keeping you from freezing to death.” He winced. “I mean-“
“Smooth, Alex.” Jamie didn’t want to give him the chance to worm his way into his annual ritual.
For the last five years, he’d come to Cody’s grave and sat with him. Paying his penance.
“I brought you a coat and some coffee.” Alex held out both items to Jamie but didn’t move any
closer to deliver them.
Jamie sneered at him. “Afraid if you get too close, something will happen?”
Alex’s eyebrows shot up and he took the few steps between them in a rush, stopping just short of
Jamie. He glared down at him, his jaw clenched so tight Jamie could hear Alex’s teeth grinding. Alex
jerked his hand holding the coat up between them. “Put it on.”
“If I don’t want to?”
“I don’t remember asking if you wanted to.” Alex’s blue eyes glittered with banked anger. “Put
the damn coat on.”
Jamie knew that look. When Alex got in this mood, there was nothing for it but to do what he
wanted. Jamie flashed back to the last time Alex had that fire – it was the first time they’d fucked. He
had dared say he wasn’t good enough for Alex and it had sent the CEO off the deep end. The
memory of that night, of the depth of Alex’s passion, sent heat streaking to Jamie’s cock, hardening
it even as he stood shivering under Alex’s watch.
Alex bent and set the thermos on Cody’s marker, then smoothed his gloved fingers over Jamie’s
frozen cheek. “Baby, it won’t do anyone any good if you come down sick. Please put it on.”
Jamie could steel himself against an angry Alex, but tenderness was something else. The warmth
of it seeped past his defenses and the fight drained from Jamie’s body as he slumped forward into
Alex’s waiting arms. In a few quick movements, Alex had pulled the coat around him and was
furiously rubbing him everywhere. Tingling all over his upper body told Jamie how dangerously
close he’d come tonight. “I’m usually dressed for the weather,” he mumbled into Alex’s shoulder.
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“I’m sure you are.” Alex was brisk, all business as he tried to warm Jamie back to a normal
temperature.
“You can stop.” Jamie straightened, remembering why he was here, plunging himself back into
the well of grief. “And you can go.”
“I’ll stay.”
“I don’t want you to.” Jamie pushed away, smacked at Alex’s hands when he reached for him. “I’ll
see you on Monday.”
Alex sighed, patted his hands together, blowing on them like he was warming his fingers. Buying
time, Jamie thought.
“I’m not leaving you alone on Christmas Eve.” Alex shrugged. “I’ve been looking forward to
tonight for over a month, planning dinner and picking the perfect gift for you.” He held a hand up
when Jamie opened his mouth. “I’m smart enough to see plans have changed. But if you need to be
here, I need to be with you. We both stay.”
Jamie didn’t know what to do. There had never been a man who cared enough to notice the
change in him on this most god-forsaken day, let alone one who would sit alongside him in freezing
weather at an old grave. His lip quivered and he bit down to stop the weakness from showing.
Alex wrapped his arms around Jamie, pulling him into the circle of warmth. “Baby, he wouldn’t
want you to suffer like this.”
“What do you know about it?” Jamie hiccupped, wishing he was strong enough to not snuggle
into Alex’s embrace like he was currently doing.
“I talked with Amber. Well, actually, she talked to me. I didn’t say much.” Alex rubbed his back.
“She misses her friend.”
“She should hate me.” Jamie trembled. “I’m the reason her brother is dead.”
“You are the reason she is alive. Don’t you get that?” Alex gripped Jamie’s arms and held him
away to look into his eyes. “Without her brother’s sacrifice, and your help, she would have died.”
Jamie stared back at Alex. Was that true? Cody sacrificed himself for Amber? “I never thought of it
like that.”
Alex pulled him close again. “She does. Baby, she loves you and it’s killing her that you don’t
speak to her anymore.”
His mind completely numb and unable to process a new side to what had happened all those
years ago, Jamie dropped his head to rest on Alex’s chest. “I want to stay awhile.”
“I brought coffee.” Alex stepped away, scooped the thermos from the marble stone, and took a
seat on the cold ground next to it. He motioned for Jamie to join him.
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Jamie sat beside him, taking a drink of the offered coffee. “Cody was a lot like Amber is now.”
“To know that, you’d still have to be watching out for her.”
Jamie pulled his knees up tight to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. “I stay away from
her so I’m not a constant reminder of that night.”
“It doesn’t work that way, you know.” Alex took a drink, screwed the cap back on and set the
thermos to the side. “Did you think less often of that night by staying away from her? Or did you
hurt more because you had no one to share it with?”
Jamie pressed his face into his knees. “I figured that out within the first year. But by then it was
nearly impossible to approach her, so I kept watch. It’s selfish, but it made it bearable for me.”
“You should talk to her. I think it would go a long way to putting closure to what happened.” Alex
sat similar to how Jamie did.
“Yeah, maybe I’ll do that.”
Alex shifted to lean on the headstone, tugging Jamie until he rested against him, and they sat in
silence for what seemed an eternity as Jamie took a good look at what he’d let himself become over
the last five years. His heart still ached but realizing that he’d carried out Cody’s last request, that
he’d saved a life that night too, dulled the hurt.
Jamie stretched his hand out and traced the letters of Cody’s name, feeling for the first time the
warmth of friendship along with the pang of loss.
He took a deep breath, drawing in the scent of the man sitting with him. A new sense of clarity
told Jamie he no longer belonged camped out in this cemetery, pining over what should have been.
He needed to be wrapped in his lover’s arms. “Can you take me back to the office? I caught a cab
here.”
Alex’s arms tightened around him. “Let me take you home.”
Disappointment cloaked Jamie like a second skin and he pushed up from the ground. “Sure. I’ll
give you directions.”
Alex stood with him, catching his hand to stop Jamie from walking away. “You know where I
live?”
Jamie scrunched his brow. “What?”
Alex smiled, one side of his slim lips curving up. “Baby, I want to take you to my home.”
The confusion evaporated and heat rushed Jamie’s cheeks. He found it hard to breathe under
Alex’s intense gaze. He nodded. “Okay, then.”
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Alex unlocked his front door, pushing it wide and motioning for Jamie to go first. He didn’t want
to let Jamie too far out of his sight for fear that he’d crumble back into the bleak despair that had
surrounded him earlier. He flicked the light switch and closed the door behind them.
Jamie toed off his shoes automatically as he shucked his borrowed coat, his gaze roaming the
large living room in front of him. His face was soft, relaxed. “This is lovely, Alex.”
Following suit by removing his own coat and shoes, Alex peered around Jamie, half expecting to
see someone else’s place. He searched for what made it special.
The faux-suede couches were set at a ninety-degree angle to each other and both faced the
fireplace on the north wall. Most of the floor was hardwood but a large, dark blue area rug covered
the seating area. The cream walls gave the room a fresh feel and were soft enough to complement
the oak tables. Nothing extraordinary.
“Thanks.” He pressed gently on the small of Jamie’s back to move him further into the room.
“Amber helped pick it all out.”
“She helped you?”
Alex laughed, self-deprecating at best. “No. She helped the designer. I simply moved in when it
was finished.” He tapped a knuckle on the sofa table next to him. “Until recently, that fact didn’t
bother me.”
Jamie smiled up at Alex, a sweet curve that Alex realized had been missing in many of their socalled
dates. “Lots of people have interior designers finish their homes. Don’t sweat it.”
“Yeah, but until just a few minutes ago, this wasn’t a home.” Alex cupped Jamie’s chin, brushing a
light kiss to his mouth. “Your skin is still chilled. I’m going to start a shower for you.” He turned
away, willing his stubborn cock back under control. Years of hurt didn’t disappear in a flash and
Jamie didn’t deserve to be rushed.
“Alex.”
He stopped in the doorway to his bedroom, looking back over his shoulder. “Yes?”
“I’m okay.”
Alex wondered if he spoke of more than the fact he’d nearly frozen himself to death. “Then make
me feel better and take a shower.”
The slight smile on Jamie’s lips turned into a full-blown grin. “Oh, I can make you feel better.”
Holy shit. Alex’s cock hardened painfully in his jeans. Jamie’s eyes were dark, sparkling with
desire. “We don’t have to jump into that tonight, baby. Just relax and let me pamper you for a bit.”
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Jamie’s eyebrow crept up. He started a slow circuit around the room, skirting the furniture and
moving in Alex’s direction. It was a curious sensation to be the one stalked instead of being the
stalker. The fine hair on Alex’s nape prickled as Jamie neared.
“You really want to pamper me?” Jamie whispered as he stopped facing Alex. “Then remember
I’m your lover and not your child.”
“Oh, I’m a long way from thinking of you as a child, baby.” Alex’s breath was short and this new
side of Jamie was throwing him off his game. Not that it didn’t make him hot as hell. Shit, his cock
was ready to burst with even the slightest touch.
Jamie closed the gap, rubbing their erections together, pushing Alex to his limit. “Good, then
you’ll be okay when I say that I don’t want a fucking shower.” He grazed his lips along Alex’s jaw,
nipping lightly as he went. “I just want to fuck.”
Alex cleared his throat. “I can probably help with that.”
The smile Jamie cast at him was nothing less than an invitation as he stepped around Alex. “Your
bedroom, I presume?”
“Yeah.” He’d forgotten Jamie had never been here before. The only room in the house he’d done
himself was his bedroom. It hadn’t felt right for someone else to pick out even a stick of furniture
for what he thought of as his sanctuary.
“Nice.”
Alex followed, finally finding his equilibrium again. He slid his hands around Jamie’s waist,
pulling him back against him, nestling his cock in the crevice of Jamie’s ass. His prick wept with
need as he rocked his hips forward.
Jamie dropped his head back on Alex’s shoulder, his eyes closed, his lips parted. “Yes.”
Muscles bunched under Alex’s fingers as he explored Jamie’s chest and stomach, sending his
hands on a quest south of Jamie’s belt. “Like that?” He cupped Jamie’s erection through his pants.
“Mmm, this for me?”
“You know it is.” Jamie was breathless, arching into Alex’s touch. “More.”
Alex nuzzled Jamie’s ear, increasing the pressure on Jamie’s cock at the same time he shifted
against him from behind. Jamie caught his lower lip between his teeth, moaning, writhing between
the twin points of contact.
With a flick of his thumb, Alex opened the snap of Jamie’s pants, then pulled the zipper down to
give him access to the soft steel underneath. A sharp hiss when Alex wrapped his fingers around
Jamie’s hard prick egged him on. Swirling his fingers around the swollen head, Alex used the precum
leaking from Jamie’s slit to lubricate his hand as he slowly jacked up and down Jamie’s cock.
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Alex skimmed his other hand to collect Jamie’s ball sack, rolling each nugget in his fingers. He
licked his way along Jamie’s neck, sucking a mark just behind his ear. Alex felt Jamie’s balls draw up
tight to his cock, his back bowed away from Alex and ribbons of cream spurted over Alex’s hand as
Jamie cried out.
Catching Jamie when his knees gave out, Alex scooped him up, yanked back the comforter on the
bed and lay him on the cool cotton sheet. He stripped Jamie’s clothes away, trailing his fingers over
every inch of pale skin as he exposed it to the chilly night air, ignoring his own throbbing hard-on
for the moment.
“Taking a tour?”
Jamie said the words too casually, drawing Alex’s gaze up. The guarded expression wounded
Alex’s heart more than anything Jamie could have said. He was painfully aware he’d neglected to see
what Jamie needed from him. “As a matter of fact…yes.”
“Why?” A trace of panic edged Jamie’s voice.
Alex knew the truth would send Jamie running. “Because you have the most delicious skin I’ve
ever seen.” Alex reared from the bed, stripping his clothes off and throwing them to the floor. He
crawled back up the bed, curling into Jamie’s side.
“Oh.” That single word escaped on a sigh and Alex knew he’d chosen correctly.
A rush of desire pooled in Alex’s groin. He gripped Jamie’s hands and stretched them over his
head as he rolled on top of Jamie. “You know what that means, right?”
“Mmm.” Jamie pressed up into Alex, grinding their cocks together. “You’d better tell me.”
“I’d rather show you.” Alex slid one knee between Jamie’s legs, then followed with the other. His
new position lined their cocks next to each other and he instinctively shifted to create friction.
Jamie moaned low in his chest, tossing his head back against the pillows.
Alex pounced on the exposed stretch of skin, sucking at the pulse beating in the hollow of Jamie’s
neck. He reached under the pillow for the tube of slick he’d put there earlier, and thought briefly of
the missed reservations at his favorite restaurant.
Jamie wiggled against him and all thoughts flew from his mind.
He knelt, pulling Jamie’s legs over his thighs to get at the tight bud clenched between Jamie’s
cheeks. Alex brushed his thumb over the puckered opening, enjoying the flush covering Jamie’s
body.
Jamie mewled in the back of his throat at the tease and spread his knees wider for more.
“Please.”
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“Patience, baby.” Alex flicked open the lube and drizzled a thin stream on his fingers. He rubbed
them together, warming the slick before circling Jamie’s hole.
Bucking his hips, Jamie grasped Alex’s forearm with more strength than Alex gave him credit for.
“Fuck patience. I want your cock. Now.”
Alex smirked at him and pushed two fingers into Jamie’s clutching ass, curling them to hit that
spot that would make him-
“Oh my God!” Jamie launched his hips from the bed, pushing down on Alex’s hand. “Fuck. Fuck.
Alex.”
“Yeah, baby?” He slid his fingers out, then in over Jamie’s gland, again and again until Jamie was a
writhing mess holding onto sanity by a thread.
“Don’t. Make. Me. Beg.” Jamie pushed the words through his teeth as he fought for more, fought
for that touch that would send him careening over the edge.
Alex pulled his fingers away, smiling at the low whimper when he leaned over to the dresser for
a condom. “One or the other, baby. Me or my hand.”
“You. Always you.”
Alex ripped the condom open, rolled it down his prick and pressed the head against Jamie’s ass.
He rocked his hips forward. “Let me in, baby.”
Jamie relaxed his muscles and Alex slid in the first inch. He kissed along Alex’s neck, working up
to Alex’s mouth. “Get a move on, bossman.”
With a surge forward, Alex seated himself balls deep in Jamie’s channel, simultaneously drilling
his tongue into Jamie’s mouth; the kiss a more powerful aphrodisiac than anything Alex had ever
experienced. He struggled for control to allow Jamie time to adjust to his invasion.
Gripping Alex’s arms, Jamie gave him a shake. “I’m not some fucking china doll. Fuck me, damn
it.”
Alex took him at his word, establishing a hard and fast rhythm, reaming Jamie’s ass with every
bit of pent up desire roiling in his blood.
Jamie met him halfway, thrusting up into each stroke. He threaded his fingers through Alex’s
hair, crushing their lips together as he wedged his legs under Alex’s arms, creating a different angle
for Alex’s thrusts forward.
Each withdrawal drew Alex’s cock over Jamie’s gland, sending the smaller man into a frenzy. He
sucked in air, wiggling for more contact.
Alex pulled away to watch his lover crash over the edge of bliss, not disappointed by the howl
Jamie let out as his ass clenched down Alex’s cock, cum splashing over Jamie’s stomach, hauling
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Alex into the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. Alex shouted Jamie’s name as he slammed
into the hot chute of Jamie’s ass, flooding the condom with his cum.
They lay spent, chests heaving as they sucked in much needed air. When he’d regained some part
of his mind, Alex rolled off to the side, his soft prick sliding from Jamie’s body. He curled his arms
around his lover and tugged him close.
“Wow.”
Alex chuckled and smoothed sweat-soaked hair from Jamie’s forehead. “Yeah, wow.”
Jamie wrapped his arms around Alex, rested his head close to Alex’s heart. He was quiet but Alex
could tell he was working up to say something. It wasn’t long before Jamie took a deep breath. “Why
do you put up with me?”
“Because I love you.” Alex stated the newly discovered fact as if they’d known it forever.
Jamie lifted his head to stare at Alex. His eyes round like saucers.
“What? You thought my feelings would change if we weren’t ensconced in my office?”
Jamie blew out a long breath. “I thought you were just confused.”
“Do I strike you as a confused man? Someone that easily follows the wind with my decisions?”
Alex couldn’t tell if he should be angry or amused.
“No.” Jamie lowered his head back to Alex’s chest. “Actually you are probably the most levelheaded
man I know.”
Alex tucked one finger under Jamie’s chin, tilting his face up. “Then why would I treat my
personal life that way? Why would I treat you that way?”
“I have issues.”
Alex laughed. “You think?” He settled his mouth over Jamie’s lips, licking at the seam, looking for
entry. Jamie parted his lips and Alex dove between them, twisting his tongue along Jamie’s,
deepening the kiss, pouring every ounce of his love into that single act.
When the need for air separated them, Jamie framed Alex’s face in his hands. He pressed a chaste
kiss to Alex’s lips. “I love you, too. I have from the first day in your office.”
Alex kissed him again, then pulled the discarded comforter over their cooling bodies. From the
living room, his mantle clock chimed midnight. He smiled at Jamie, kissed his nose, and tucked his
lover closer.
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