16. Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Lachlan

I paced my office on Friday morning because I couldn't concentrate on anything productive. My mind was whirling.

We need to talk.

Quinn's words at the beginning of the week kept coming back to haunt me, interrupting my days periodically and stopping me in my tracks. My gut was churning, my brain trying to figure out what I'd done wrong.

We need to talk.

Anytime those words had been directed at me, it was never a good thing. With Nathan, it had been to tell me how being with me made him feel like he couldn't breathe. His words.

With Lisette, it had been to tell me we needed to take a break – she needed to take a break – from me. Because I was too sweet, too nice, too boring. Too everything and none of it good, at least according to her.

I knew in my soul, I must have done something wrong. Again. No one said ‘We need to talk' when everything was good. I'd always done something . Something wrong. Sending the food was probably crossing some invisible line of boundaries that I clearly never got the memo on. I hadn't been able to shake the feeling that he was hungry, and my alpha instincts had demanded I feed him. I'd developed some sort of Quinn-related E.S.P.

I kept replaying my mom's words, mingled with the very different ones my dad had always instilled in me, and I was a confused mess. I know Quinn and I were very different people. He was worlds away from what I had always imagined I wanted in a mate.

That didn't matter to me, though.

I wanted Quinn.

Tall, lanky, sassy mouthed Quinn.

Prickly Quinn who didn't need, or want, an alpha.

Quinn, the spunky businessman, who baked the most mouth-watering, tempting goodies known to man.

Quinn, who made me burn with a fire that threatened to eat me alive, anytime I was in the same room with him. Or away from him. I dreamed of him, of my hands stroking through the softest black fur, while he purred next to me. All my thoughts were centered around him. I was becoming slightly obsessed.

I didn't know if it was because we were indeed fated mates as I suspected, or if it was just Quinn himself making me act this foolish. He brought all my wants, both sexual and otherwise, to the surface, flashing behind my eyes like a neon light.

I wanted to protect him, cherish him, take care of him, and see to his every need. I wanted him to tie me up, and ride me like I was his own personal stallion.

I wanted to explore things with him, I'd never even thought about trying before. When he'd held my wrist down, putting just the perfect amount of pressure on me, my cock had jumped like I'd been hit by a thousand volts of electricity. A need so powerful, raw, and wanton, awoke inside me. A need I'd only ever dared to fantasize about burned out of control .

I'd liked him being in charge. Scratch that, I'd loved him being in charge. I'd loved feeling controlled. Him making me take what he was giving. Him taking just what he wanted, turned me on more than I'd ever been turned on. I'd never before allowed myself to explore the submissive side of myself, until Quinn. I was an alpha. I was the alpha in charge – of our family, our businesses, everything. I'd been taught that alphas didn't submit, and submitting to an omega was wrong. But submitting to Quinn had been everything I'd ever dared dream about.

We need to talk.

I'd tried to get him to tell me what was wrong, because something was definitely wrong. I could hear it in his voice, feel it throughout my body. He'd refused, saying it wasn't a conversation to have over the phone or text. That just made it ten times worse.

We need to talk.

Since he was super busy this week, there wasn't an opportunity to see him to discuss whatever it was he wanted to talk about, until he made the brunch delivery. He and Josh were working crazy hours to get all their orders out, and to have items ready for their booth at the town's annual Holiday Festival tomorrow.

I wasn't happy when I found out Quinn was essentially camping out on the sofa in his office at the bakery. Wade had let that bit of information slip, and it had set my wolf to pacing and whining. I'd made sure to send him lunch and dinner every day this week, an act that had calmed my wolf.

I sent Quinn good morning texts and checked in with him throughout the day. Even if he only shot me back one or two-word answers, it still made me smile. It made me feel somehow connected to him in a small way. It made my wolf happy, and he would preen anytime Quinn's name popped up on my phone .

I was probably well on my way to doing the exact things that had driven Lisette and Nathan away, but it was who I was at my core. I was a protector, a nourisher, a caregiver, and I wasn't going to stop. Not when my mate desired something.

I wanted to pay for help for him, but I knew better than to bring that subject up. Quinn was prickly when it came to his bakery, and stubborn and proud. We'd barely been dating – if you could even call it that – two weeks, and it was way too soon for me to be stepping in like that. That would not go over well with my sassy omega, not at all.

He had let me pamper him Sunday when he'd been tired and headachy. He'd let me bathe him, and cuddle him on the couch. Tuck him into bed. It had taken every ounce of willpower I possessed to not crawl into bed next to him and drift off to sleep, with him in my arms. Where he belonged. That was much different than him being okay with me crossing a line into his business.

"If you don't stop pacing, I'm going to throw something at you," Wade's shout from his desk startled me.

"How long have you been here?" I demanded. I'd come in at six because if I couldn't sleep, I figured I'd get something accomplished at the office.

Even though this was the last day for most of our staff until after the new year. There was always something I could find to do if I wanted to. I'd gotten nothing accomplished except pacing a hole in my office carpet, but that was my business.

"Long enough to be annoyed by your pacing." He appeared in the doorway, holding a cup of steaming, fragrant love in a cup for me. I took it, inhaling and sipping the nectar of the Gods.

"You stopped by the bakery." It wasn't a question.

His hair was a bright Christmas green this week. "Don't I always? Why are you being weird? Stop being weird. "

I slumped in my desk chair. "Did you see Quinn?"

Wade took his usual seat, sipping his own brewed drink. I smelled gingerbread and wondered if it was coming from his cup. It smelled lovely.

"I did not. Josh said he was passed out on his office couch. I wasn't about to wake his morning grumpy ass up. They'll be here in a couple of hours with the brunch delivery." He gave me a good, hard stare over the rim of his cup, his light gray eyes burning into my soul.

I stared down at my cup. "Have you talked to him this week?"

He raised a dark brow at me, questioning without saying a word.

"Why the sudden interest in my best friend?" He wagged a finger at me. "Don't think I haven't noticed all the questions you've been asking me about him. I'm pretty, but I'm not dumb, so what gives?" He batted his dark lashes at me.

"I don't have a clue what you are talking about," I said primly, not buying Wade's completely clueless act for a second. Wade knew more about the situation than he was letting on. He'd dropped tidbits about Quinn this week, without me asking him any new questions.

"I'm just asking normal questions," I defended. "He's your best friend, he means a lot to you. You're my friend, besides my employee. I'm just trying to get to know you better."

Wade snorted. "Do you hear the bullshit coming from your mouth? Your eyes should be brown with all the shit in here." He bounced up from his seat. "Look, here's the facts. Quinn is my best friend, so he did spill some details. You hurt my friend, I'll hurt you, just so we're clear." He tried to make his voice low and menacing, but it just came out hoarse and adorable. I wasn't going to tell him that, though.

"You and who else? I'm a whole foot taller than you. But, duly noted." I'd give the same lecture to any one of my friends who tried to date one of my brothers .

Wade smiled at me, and it was a scary little smile. Like if a scary elf was smiling at you, plotting where to bury your body.

"You know I can make your life hell if I wanted to, Lachlan. Don't even play like that. I mean it, whatever this thing is you think you are doing with Quinn, just don't hurt him. You two are very different. You may want different things, and that can cause issues. If you need to bail, do it before feelings get involved." He started to walk back to his desk, his usual bounce gone, but turned back to me. "And, Lachlan, that goes both ways. If Quinn hurts you, I'll bring the ice cream. I love Quinn, but he can be kind of a dating asshole."

I hoped Quinn hadn't shared too many intimate details of our relationship with Wade. As much as Wade was my friend, I was still his boss.

It wasn't until later in the morning, almost afternoon, before I even had a chance to see Quinn.

He and Josh had been busy setting up, and I hadn't wanted to look too anxious by hovering around them while they worked.

After they'd finished their setup, I'd been expected to say a few end-of-year words, before we officially started eating the brunch. Employees had been filling plates and talking to me, and I hadn't been able to break away until now.

Quinn had sent me a text that he was waiting for me in my office, and I tried not to run there. I was excited to see him, but anxious about what he wanted to discuss. Wade was suspiciously absent from his desk. He was either still in the banquet room we had set the food up in, or he was giving Quinn and me privacy to talk.

Entering my office, I shut the door and leaned against it. I briefly thought about locking it, but knew a closed door to my office was a natural deterrent for anyone coming in. No one would dare enter, without at least knocking first .

Quinn was standing with his back to me, his eyes glued to the scenery outside from the wall of windows that were the back wall of my office. I knew by the ever so slight tensing of his shoulders, that he was aware I was there. I stayed silent. I didn't know where Quinn's head was, and I didn't know how to start a conversation I was afraid of having.

So, I just stayed quiet.

Waiting. The wait seemed longer than it was in truth. It was a few seconds that seemed to go on for an eternity.

"I don't want kids."

His voice finally broke the silence, though he didn't turn to look at me. His tone was firm if a bit shaky. For a second, I felt like I'd been hit in my solar plexus. Before reacting, I digested his words, chewed on them, thought about what they meant.

For him, for me, for us.

"Okay."

He turned to me then, his eyes tired and ringed by darker circles than had been there last Sunday. He was paler than normal, and every one of my alpha protective instincts were on red alert. I wanted to wrap him in my arms and shuffle him to the nearest bed, to get some much-needed sleep.

"I don't mean I don't want them now ," he continued, staring at me hard, watching my face. "I mean I don't want them ever. "

The air whooshed out of me, and I felt like I might be sick. My heart pounded, and my chest ached. Of all the things I'd thought up the last several days, of all the scenarios I'd conjured in my head, I'd never expected Quinn to say that .

When I'd said okay, my mind had conjured up a ‘down the road' scenario. I don't want kids right now, but maybe in a year, two at the latest. I was having a hard time processing how Fate could put a fated mate – my fated mate – in front of me. Let me taste them, let me want them, and yet they fundamentally wanted something so vastly different than what I wished for.

It was cruel and it wasn't fair.

Because I did want kids.

I wanted them badly. And I felt like I was running out of time. I didn't want to be like my own father. Waiting until past my prime to take a mate, finding someone in the youth of their life, and fathering children, only to drop dead ten years later. Leaving them alone to grow and learn, without my guidance and love.

No, I wanted pups. A couple of them. I wanted to know them, play with them, and watch them grow. I wanted to see myself in a child. I wanted to bounce a grandchild on my knee. I wanted diapers, two a.m. feedings, and all that came with it. I wanted to see my mate grow round with our pup, to feel them moving inside him.

Now my omega, because that is what Quinn was, he was mine, was standing before me saying he didn't want that at all. He didn't want what I wanted. He didn't want a child.

I watched as tears filled his eyes, those green gems sparkling brightly in the lights of my office.

He stamped his foot. Actually stamped his foot, like a child having a tantrum.

"Don't do that!" he wailed, his hands moving wildly in the air. "Don't say that! Don't say what you think I want to hear! Or what you think will make this work! Tell me how you feel! What you want! Tell me if this is a deal-breaker, so I can go cry in peace and let you go. Let this – whatever the fuck this is – go, and get on with my life." He swiped angrily at the tears that fell from his eyes and slid down his cheeks.

It took everything in me to stay rooted to my spot across from him. A desk and chairs and table between us. To keep my hands behind me, wrapped around the doorknob. I did flip the lock. I didn't want to be interrupted. Because seeing my mate, my strong mate, with tears streaking down his face, was killing me. More than that though, I locked the door because we didn't need an audience for the things that were going to be said.

Because this was going to be loud, ugly, truthful, and raw. It didn't need to be shared with my office.

"I feel like you just punched me in the gut," I finally said, and his head shot up. His eyes didn't blink as he stared at me. He seemed shocked that I was doing just as he'd wanted. I was telling him the truth of how I felt.

"You wanted to know how I feel right now. That's how I feel. I feel like I can't breathe. I feel like Fate is a fucking bitch! I feel like my dreams just got ripped out from under me."

I didn't care when Quinn hunched his shoulders, and his arms wrapped around his stomach, and he gulped in a harsh gasp of air. He wanted to know the truth of how I felt, so he was going to hear it. I wasn't going to stifle myself and say what I thought he wanted to hear. I wasn't going to say it quietly, with proper words and manners.

"I feel like I want to say it's fine, to lie and tell you I'm okay if we do or don't have kids, when I don't feel that way at all. I feel like I want to tell you that maybe you will change your mind, down the road, in a few years. But that's shitty, and I wouldn't want someone to do that to me, so I'm not going to say any of that. I'm not going to stand here and lie to you. Not about this. Never about this." I took a ragged breath in through my nose, then let it out. "And I don't think you want me to."

He was still hunched over, looking at the floor, and I could see his tears falling, hitting the carpet and leaving a wet mark where they landed. He looked fragile and vulnerable, like he was perhaps going to break. It was so unlike Quinn that it rocked me to my core. It was at that moment, that it hit me like a ton of bricks, and I knew .

Knew everything Quinn hadn't said to me, couldn't say yet, but I knew . Knew it like I knew my own name, or that my eyes were blue, or that I was tall. It filled my senses, my cells, my being.

Quinn was not the type of omega to cry. He wasn't the type to be physically upset by an alpha who wanted something he didn't.

Quinn wouldn't be upset by any of this if he didn't feel something for me. Something besides lust and pheromones. Quinn would walk away from anyone, without it even upsetting his day. The man had woken me up from a dead sleep, just to tell me I had to leave, so that he could sleep alone.

Fate didn't make mistakes, and she'd decided that Quinn was mine.

There was a reason behind it, even if it seemed like it was doomed already, in these very early stages.

"Look at me," I ordered, using my alpha voice. I hated using it, and I hated doing that to him, but I felt it was the only thing that was going to make him obey me. When he stubbornly refused to do as I asked, I shook my head. "Look at me," I ordered with just enough alpha bite, that he didn't have a choice but to obey me this time.

"I'm not going to ask you to change your mind. I need time to figure out my feelings on this subject. I'm not saying I'm going to change my mind either, but I need time to figure things out. To figure me out. I feel like everything I've ever thought I wanted was what my dad wanted, and not what I truly want." I owed it to Quinn to think long and hard about whether I would change my mind on this matter. "I know this thing has been fast between us, but I – "

"Fated mates," Quinn mumbled, but I wasn't sure I'd heard him correctly .

"What?" He'd not even let me say the words out loud before this, and he certainly hadn't wanted to discuss the possibility.

"Fated mates. It happens fast with fated mates. They call it 'insta-love'. I don't know if I'd call what's happening between us love, but that's why it's all happening so fast." He sounded resigned to it, if a bit annoyed. I was just glad he was sounding more like himself. His tears had freaked me out, I wasn't ashamed to admit.

He scuffed at the carpet with his purple Vans. "I've been googling."

He'd been googling? Was that even a word? It almost sounded like a made-up Wade word.

"You believe me, then?" I needed to hear him say the words.

"I think it's a possibility." He sighed, and that was definitely annoyance I'd heard. I ducked my head, hiding a smile that threatened to take over my face. God forbid he outright admitted he felt it too, or that I had been right.

"What did your googling tell you?"

"Fated mates feel an instant connection when they first touch, some describe it as a current of electricity shooting through them."

Checkmark on that one. That had definitely happened.

"Their mate's scent is intensified, and makes it all but impossible to keep their hands off each other."

Yeah, that had happened too. I was still staying silent, while I listened to him recite the words like he'd memorized them for a test.

"They may develop a sort of mental bond, feeling what their mates feel, such as if their mate is tired, in danger, or hurting." He plucked at some invisible lint on his pants.

I pursed my lips. "I've felt all those things. I think you know that you wouldn't have been my first choice for a mate. "

"Back at ya," he agreed, and my wolf whined at the slight bite in his tone. There was my Quinn. My sassy omega, who I wouldn't change one thing about for the world.

"But I'm not unhappy with Fate's choice." I moved then, pushed off the door, and wrapped him in my arms. He seemed to be crying again, if his face buried in my now wet shirt was any indication. I ran a hand over the back of his head, stroking his silky curls, and just holding him in silence.

He stamped his foot again. I had to keep myself from laughing at him each time he did it. It was so out of character for him, and it was so fucking adorable.

"Why the fuck am I crying? I don't fucking cry!" he wailed and shoved away from me. He grabbed a tissue from the box on my desk, swiping at his eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me, but these tears stop now."

I wrapped him in my arms again and felt him relax against me, all the fight leaving him in a little whoosh, as he sagged against me. Kissing the top of his head, I whispered, "You're exhausted. You need to rest."

I sank into the leather sofa in my office, pulling him down onto my lap. He squirmed until he was straddling my hips, his long legs surrounding my thighs. He rubbed against me, the heat of his groin burning me through our clothes. He rested his forehead against mine, relaxing into me. I held him, my arms wrapped around his slender back, my hands running up and down his spine.

I wanted him, but he was an emotional wreck right now. The baby issue had to have been stressing him out. That told me Quinn was more invested in our budding relationship than he wanted to admit. I was honestly just trying to not think about the baby issue for the time being. There'd be time to think about it later, and a part of me just wanted to ignore it. Just for a minute. I just wanted to enjoy the omega in my arms .

My mate. Even if I hadn't claimed him yet, my heart certainly already had. It was exhilarating, exciting, and confusing, all at the same time. I tilted his chin up with a finger, my mouth claiming his in a kiss. It felt like I hadn't touched him in forever, even though it had only been a few days.

My wolf had missed him. I had missed him.

"Let's try this," I said, placing a tiny kiss on the edge of his lips. "Let's just date each other, and see what happens."

He frowned at me. "Isn't that what we've been doing?"

He sounded annoyed again and I released a sigh of relief. Annoyed, eye-rolling Quinn I could deal with. Crying, foot-stomping Quinn was on a whole different level, I wasn't sure I was prepared for yet.

"Yes, we have," I agreed. "With a lot of added pressure that we brought on ourselves. Let's table the fated mate talk for now, and also the baby talk."

His lips pursed in a little pout. "I'm listening."

"Let's just be us. Quinn and Lachlan. Just dating. Getting to know each other. No pressure for it to go beyond that."

He sighed in agreement. "That actually sounds like a really good plan."

I placed a butterfly kiss on the tip of his nose, across one high cheekbone. "We both promise to be honest with each other about everything. Loves, hates, likes, dislikes, fears, and even wants. Let's figure out if we work, without Fate throwing her two cents into the conversation."

His eyes turned soft, the green so pure I thought I might eagerly drown in them, his lips turned up in his barely-there smile. "I'm in. Now kiss me like you mean it. I've missed you. And I don't miss people, just so we're clear," he sassed, and I adored him more for it because I knew it was the truth, and it somehow made me something to him.

My tongue prodded at his lips before gaining entrance to the warm wetness inside. He tasted like peppermint, coffee, and Quinn. He was becoming my favorite taste. The kiss quickly turned heated, our hands roaming, tugging at clothes. Quinn broke the kiss and slid between my spread thighs, until he was on his knees in front of me. Green eyes peered up at me from beneath dark lashes.

He tugged at my belt, and I lifted my hips when he pulled at my dress slacks, demanding. No simple unzipping for my omega, he wanted my pants all the way off. I wasn't about to tell him no. My pants and boxers were tossed over his shoulder, with a saucy flick of his wrist.

I cocked a brow at him, and he gave me a flirty smile. It should have been weird, sitting in my dress shirt and tie, and naked from the waist down in my office. Instead, it felt naughty and dirty, with my mate licking his perfect lips as he stared at my throbbing cock, less than an inch from his mouth. His red lips were puffy from our kisses, his tongue making them shiny with saliva. His breath whispered over the head of my cock, making me shiver.

"I've wanted to do this since that first night at the bakery. Your cock is a work of art, Lachlan."

He ducked his head, and took half of me in one swallow, breathing through his nose. Inch by inch, he sucked and swallowed around me, until his nose was buried in my springy pubic hair.

"Fuck, Quinn." My head rolled on the back of the sofa, my entire body doing nothing but feeling. The scorching wetness of his mouth. His tongue pressed against the veiny underside. He sucked on the spongy head, licking at the slit, and I bucked my hips into his mouth. I wasn't sure what to do with my hands, and when he grabbed one of them and placed it on top of his head, I buried it deep in his curls.

He popped off my head long enough to instruct me. "I want you to fuck my mouth, Lachlan. Make me gag on your cock."

He lowered his head and began sucking me hard. My hand gripped his hair roughly, but it only forced a deep moan from him. His hips were bucking against my calves, the couch, wherever he could touch and find a small amount of friction. I gripped his head, moving it up and down my cock as I fucked into his mouth, faster and harder. I hit the back of his throat, and he choked, tears springing to his eyes. I tried to back off, but he shook his head no and swallowed around my cock.

He brought two of his fingers to my lips, and I sucked them in, mimicking with my tongue what he was doing to my cock. I was moaning loudly around his fingers, and I didn't care if the entire building heard me.

He removed his fingers and I whined at the loss. His wet fingers tickled my balls, across my taint, fingers snaking behind to my puckered entrance. He teased my nerve endings, and I spread my legs wider in an open invitation. When he pushed against my entrance, I pushed out, welcoming the intrusion of his finger, wanting him to fill me.

"Yes." The word was low, dark, raw with need. "Fuck, yes, yes, more."

Quinn grinned around my dick in his mouth, laughing a little, and the vibrations nearly had me coming then and there. He popped off my dick again, the sound loud in the room. He had a gleam in his eyes, as he moved his finger in me deeper. I was tight, I'd never had anything in me before, but I had wanted it. Oh, how I'd wanted it. I'd dreamed about it, fantasized about it, had even vocalized it once to a lover, only to be told that "Alphas don't do that."

"You like that? My finger in you?"

I moaned again, my head back, eyes closed, hips undulating, my hole sucking his finger in. "More. Want more."

One finger became two, and I loved the fullness, the stretch, and the burn.

"I'm gonna fuck you one of these days, Alpha. With a dildo and then with my cock. "

The sound I made was loud and dirty. "Fuck yes, yes, God yes!" I wailed and babbled, my hips bucking in an uncoordinated rhythm of their own making.

"I'm gonna fill you with my cock. Pound into you until you can't remember your name, and shoot my hot cum into you. Fill you up, and put a plug in you, so you can walk around with my spunk in you all day." His mouth engulfed me again, his fingers hit some magic spot inside of me, and I lost it.

I shouted hoarsely. I saw stars, my mind whited out, and I shot my cum to the back of his throat. Over and over, until I was left panting and boneless.

Quinn swallowed every last drop, even flicking his tongue out to catch a stray drop on his lips, slurping and swallowing loudly. He gently pulled his fingers from my ass, which was a little sore, and I winced.

Saliva for lube wasn't the best, and my ass had never been used before, but I loved the twinges I felt. I wanted to feel my omega whenever I sat down.

"You taste as good as I knew you would."

I wanted to come up with some witty reply. But all I could do was sit there with a silly grin on my face, feeling completely debauched and drained, in the best possible way.

Quinn stood over me, his cock pulled from his pants, dick in hand, as he stroked himself. He was hovering over me, and I watched his hand sliding over his skin, transfixed. My hands had a mind of their own, and my fingers unbuttoned my shirt quickly, pushing it apart and baring my chest and stomach.

"Come on me," I panted, as his hand moved faster, harder, over his dark red head, down his length. His eyes were on mine, and I was torn between wanting to watch his dick or watch his face while he pleasured himself. His breath came in short gasps, and then his muscles locked. Feet planted firmly, legs a little apart, scorching threads of his cum painted my chest and stomach, and I almost came again.

Quinn collapsed down next to me on the sofa, his head falling onto my shoulder, as we both let our breathing steady and our muscles relax.

I nibbled on my lip, my chin resting on the top of his head. "Do you think I'm weird?" My voice was shaky, but I needed to know. "That I liked that? Your fingers and the things you said? That I like what you want to do to me?"

Quinn's head shot up, and his green eyes seared me as he searched my face. "Fuck no. I loved that! I'm vers, and I love topping almost as much as bottoming. Most alphas though, they aren't into it. Think it makes them less of an alpha or some shit."

I grabbed him by the back of his neck, kissing him with all the passion I was feeling until we finally had to pull apart from each other, or go for round two. I'd never had anyone finger me before, I'd never let anyone top me, but damn I wanted it. Had always fantasized about it. And the thought of Quinn pushing a plug into me, trapping his cum inside me, made me want to howl with need. I couldn't wait for that to happen.

Quinn sat up and adjusted his clothes, while I did the same. I didn't even wipe off his cum, just rubbed it into my skin. I wanted to smell him for a few more hours, and I didn't give a fuck if anyone else could scent him on me. He was my mate, and I wanted the whole world to know.

Quinn pulled his phone out, typing, and then said, "Car service is on its way. I've got to run."

I blinked at him like I was stupid. "You're leaving?" My voice sounded like sandpaper.

"I've got to get back to the bakery," he said, finger combing his hair back into place from my frantic yanking on it. "Will I see you tomorrow? "

"I'll be at the festival around eleven, I think," I told him, trying to get one leg into my pants that he had tossed to me.

"Come by the booth. I'll be there until Stacy and Jenn show up around three." He gave me a hard peck on the lips, then unlocked the door and sauntered out.

"Slut." I heard Wade toss out, but there was a teasing tone to his voice.

Great, Wade had come back to his desk at some point. There was no way he hadn't heard us, well me, really. I'd been the one making all the noise. Quinn's mouth had been too full of my cock.

Quinn laughed. "Don't be jealous." He drawled the last word into about three syllables.

"I should get a bonus for having to listen to that." He wasn't wrong. He really should. No one should have to listen to your best friend, and your boss, having sex at the office. There were just lines that shouldn't be crossed.

"Talk to your boss about that. Byyeeee!"

I'd managed to get my pants on by the time Wade came and shut my office door again, shielding his eyes with his hand dramatically. "Christmas bonus. Big bonus! Huge!"