9. Chapter 9

Chapter 9

WYATT

“Don’t hate me for this but I need to postpone dinner. Unless you want to have something later tonight. I’m going to be here a while.”

I want to be angry that our dinner plans have been spoiled but to be honest, I was going to call Jameson and ask if we could eat at the house anyway. There’ll be a day I feel comfortable spending it in public but I still feel drained from last night.

“It happens. Don’t worry about me. I’ll have something waiting for you at home.” I make sure that he knows I love him before hanging up as I quickly close up the bakery. Two slices of that green tea cake are packed away in a container and sitting in my front seat before I realize that I don’t really want to spend the evening at home. It’s barely 5 pm and I could make it to Jameson’s office before it's dark outside if I hurry.

I scroll through a few websites and punch in a couple of entrees before speeding down the road to my destination. Jameson will have no problems driving me home and it’ll be an excuse to have him in my bed again.

My console lights up as Reggie’s number scrolls across the screen.

“Reggie,” I answer, without a hint of expression in my voice. I’m a little terrified he’ll berate me for shoving my relationship in his face this morning.

“Talk to James for me, yeah? Our portfolio should have been approved already and we still haven’t received a confirmation.”

I frown, trying to connect Reggie’s sales career with Jameson’s accounting firm. They have nothing in common or what little they do wouldn’t include Reggie. “You ask him. Why would I talk to him about your job?”

“Because he likes you. Maybe he’ll say something. Look, just do it for your brother, alright? Make it like another birthday present or some shit.”

Reggie abruptly hangs up just as I pull into the parking lot of a small restaurant that has quickly become my favorite. None of what my brother just said makes any sense to me and I won’t be talking to Jameson about it. Well, I won’t ask him to help but now I’m curious. Reggie has never been good with money and if he took his finances to an accounting firm, that spells trouble.

I think.

Ten minutes later, I’m signing in with security and led upstairs by the bubbly assistant I’ve met a few times before. “Oh, I’m so happy that you guys started dating. He’s been all smiles until an hour ago. Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. He’ll be excited to see you.” She smiles wide and I step into Jameson’s office, holding up the Mediterranean dishes I picked up on the way.

Jameson glances up, worry etched into his features. His eyes immediately brighten at my arrival but it doesn’t take away from the original expression. The assistant leaves us alone as I slowly approach the desk and lay the dishes on the table. “Thought I could at least eat in here and then you drive us home?”

“You called it home. I like that and fuck yeah, I’m starving.” He eyes the boxes and then turns back to his paperwork before setting it aside. "I already told Kylie this isn’t going to be done by 6:30 so there isn’t as much of a rush. What’d you get?” He wiggles his fingers for me to hand him something and suddenly I wonder if he’s even had lunch.

I unearth the Greek lamb kleftiko and the sweet potato hash that Jameson all but salivates over. The cake is in another container but he sees it and hides it in his drawer, ignoring my laugh. “Jay, no one is stealing that cake unless it’s you.”

“Doesn’t matter. Still putting it there for safekeeping.” His gaze darts back to the portfolio that’s been shoved across his desk before he digs into the hash. His shoulders relax as a moan falls from his lips, his entire body wiggling as he enjoys his food. It’s one of the most adorable things about Jameson and something I wouldn’t trade for the world.

That look of worry is still there and I have a sinking feeling that it’s connected to Reggie.

I slowly dig into my plate, chewing until the spiced lamb is basically mush on my tongue before Jameson notices. “What’s going on? I’m really sorry I couldn’t take you out and-”

“It’s not that. I was about to call and ask if we could eat at home anyway.” Jameson places his food on the table and steps around the corner to wrap his arms around my shoulders. I place my head on his chest, needing the comfort he’s offering. “I don’t know how to say this so I’ll just come out with it. Is Reggie in trouble?”

“Why would you ask that?”

I pull back a little to meet his gaze. “Because he called me saying that the portfolio should have been approved already and that it isn’t. I don’t… he’s in sales, right? Even if there was a problem, why would he have called me and not you?” Uncertainty settles in my expression as Jameson just sighs. That’s the third or fourth time he’s done that since I arrived and I hate it.

“Because he didn’t set the portfolio up with me, babe. He set it up with one of my coworkers who should have finished auditing it a few weeks ago. New paperwork came in and my coworker is out of the office. Kylie noticed who was part of the company and brought it to me. It’s a super conflict of interest but I wanted to make sure that it was just a mistake or if we could explain what was in there without making a big deal about it.”

He steps back and runs a hand down his face, groaning as his gaze falls back on the portfolio. I can’t imagine the conflict between trying to be Reggie’s friend and doing his job at the moment. “I’m guessing that it’s a big deal,” I say.

“Kind of. I have absolutely no idea what he’s doing working in finance but I don’t really think he is. Whatever is going on, it won’t be pretty.” He plops back into his chair and cradles the sweet potato hash against his chest as he takes another large bite. We don’t talk for several minutes before I hand him his half of the main entrée. “Let’s talk about something more interesting. Newest creation at the café. What is it?”

A wild grin splits across my lips as I swallow. “You’ll have to visit to try it. I’m not spoiling that surprise.”

“You’re just trying to kill me. You know if I go in there, I won’t leave. There’s so many options and delicacies and… nope.” He stuffs his mouth with a few more forkfuls before digging in his drawer for the cake. The way his eyes light up and he wiggles in his seat again makes me laugh as he holds up his hand for a clean fork.

I’m all too happy to supply it, Jameson immediately digging in. His head flops back against his chair, a moan filtering out into the small space. I can’t help myself as I set my plate down again and walk around the desk to plant a kiss on his lips. He tastes like spices and green tea, Jameson gently cupping my face to bring me closer.

The world slips away as I grip his armrest, leaning forward until the chair is scooting backward into the wall. Jameson doesn’t stop as he draws me close again, discarding the cake on the table. I have to be something fucking amazing for him to choose me over sugar. My tongue runs along the seam of his lips until he opens, letting me direct this moment.

His hands fall to my waist, a wanton moan tearing from his throat that instantly makes my cock hard. I pull away just enough to stare at the door, making the most unprofessional decision to lock it and return to my boyfriend. He needs a moment of relief and I want to see him while I give him pleasure.

Jameson just watches me as I gesture for him to stand up and then I place him on his desk. It’s relatively clean so I don’t get the joy of swiping everything off to the floor. I’m also not wasting our food.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, babe?”

I don’t answer him as I drop to my knees, laughing when his breath hitches and his hands immediately go to my shoulders. I undo the button and zipper of his pants, watching as his cock thickens in my hand when I pull it out. “Needed a taste,” I push out. He knows I’m fucking lying but it doesn’t matter. If it gives him the strength to continue looking through that portfolio and possibly damn his best friend, I’ll give it to him.

The moment my lips circle his tip, Jameson’s hips buck toward me. I can’t have him falling off so I place a firm hand on his thigh to keep him in place before I suck him in whole.

“Jesus Christ, babe.” His grunts spur me on as I start up a rhythm with my tongue, taking special care to suck on his tip, precum coating my tongue. I look up to see his jaw pulled tight, Jameson desperately trying to keep his sounds under control. “Right there. God, Wyatt you’re so fucking perfect. You take me so beautifully.” He groans again, his head falling back but his words continue to flow. “When we get home, I’m going to fill you just the way you need. Flatten you on the mattress and just go to town. Right there, babe. Your mouth is heaven.”

I ramp up my pace, loving the way Jameson’s eyes cross when he looks back down at me. His hips have started trying to meet my mouth, his breathing picking up and his stomach muscles beneath his shirt starting to tense. I know the exact moment he loses control because his grip on my shoulder tightens. His cum spills down my throat and I swallow every drop, loving the taste of my man.

I don’t stop sucking until he all but peels me off and drags me up to his lips. I’m not ready for the way he dominates the kiss, tasting himself as he devours me until my hands on his thighs tighten with a punishing grip. I shouldn’t have started this in here.

“Mmm, eat your food Wyatt or I’ll be bending you over this goddamn desk.”

“Can’t have that,” I chuckle as I straighten his clothes and help him back into his pants. I’m too wired to just sit and eat but I do it anyway, deciding that watching Jameson concentrate is more fun than egging him on. After all, he promised to take care of me the moment we get home.

I adjust myself in my pants and move to the small lounge at the edge of the room as Jameson opens the portfolio again. His smile disappears as he begins flipping through the papers and not even a bite of my green tea cake makes it return.

I hate that.