Chapter 14

DONOVAN

I ordered a car to pick us up. Neither of us said a word on the ride back to the hotel, each lost in our own thoughts. I glanced over at Trevor, but his face was turned toward the window, staring out at the night. What was he thinking?

The entire day had been out of character for me. I couldn't remember the last time I'd taken a whole day off from work. Even on rare occasions when I didn't go into the office, I would work from home. But seeing the disappointment on Trevor's face when I said we were going to cut the trip short, had been enough for me to toss all my plans aside.

Never once, in all the time we'd been working together, had he ever asked for anything for himself. Not that he had really asked this time. He would have gone home if I'd insisted and I knew he would have done it with a smile on his face, but he would have been disappointed and there were already enough people in his life that had disappointed him. I refused to be another.

So, I'd decided to stay and show him around, give him a chance to experience some of the finer aspects of Paris. He'd been excited, like a little kid in awe of each new thing. Watching him, seeing his reactions to everything had been more fun than I'd expected, and I'd ended up enjoying myself immensely.

Typically, I had trouble talking with people if it wasn't work related. I never talked about myself with others, and I abhorred the mindless chit chat I had to endure at social functions, but with Trevor, it wasn't like that.

Conversation flowed effortlessly between us all day and we never seemed to run out of topics to discuss. Most surprising was the fact that none of them had anything to do with work. It was the longest period of time I'd gone without working, checking in with work, or thinking about work.

As the day had gone on, I'd noticed a subtle shift between us. Gazes turned lingering, we walked closer together, our shoulders brushing occasionally, and the spark that always seemed to exist between us grew into a gentle flame.

Then we'd gone to the top of the Eiffel Tower. I could feel the heat of his skin against my arm as we stood side by side, looking out at the view. My blood had thrummed through my veins, my pulse picking up speed with his close proximity.

His scent floated across the breeze, filling my lungs and causing my head to spin. And then he'd asked if he could kiss me and it was like someone had taken that gentle flame and poured gasoline all over it, igniting it, and turning it into a roaring fire.

There was no time to think. Instead, it was pure instinct driving me as I grabbed him and kissed him as if my life depended on it. Weeks of frustration, tension, and want coursed through me and I unleashed it all onto his pliant mouth.

He'd seemed shocked at first and I'd swallowed his gasp, but then he was holding on and kissing me back, and it was the single best kiss I'd ever experienced. It had felt like his mouth had been designed especially for me.

I wanted more. I wanted all of him. And so, I'd taken his hand and led him back down to the ground, intent on getting us somewhere private as quickly as possible. But as we'd stood there, waiting for our ride to arrive, reason had begun to set in, along with a healthy dose of doubt and guilt.

Now, I sat beside him, on the way back to our hotel and all I could think was What had I done? Kissing him had been a bold, reckless move and it may have very well cost me the best PA I'd ever had. But more than that, it may have cost me my one true friend, a man I respected and cared about.

The ride seemed to take forever as I continued to badger myself. What was he thinking? Did he regret kissing me? Was he feeling confused? Repulsed? Had the idea of kissing a man turned out to be much more alluring than the reality of it? We were in the same car, but it felt like there were miles between us.

By the time we arrived at the hotel, my stomach was in a tight knot and my jaw hurt from clenching it. I could feel Trevor's eyes on me as we rode the elevator up to our floor, but I couldn't bring myself to return his gaze, too afraid of what I might see in those blue depths.

As soon as we stepped inside our suite, I made a beeline to the minibar where I promptly grabbed a bottle of Glenfiddich Scotch Whiskey. I poured some into a glass then tipped my head back, drinking it all in one gulp. I welcomed the burning sensation as I swallowed, the whiskey spreading throughout my body like liquid fire.

Trevor stood in the middle of the room, staring at me. I gripped the edge of the bar with both hands and dropped my chin to my chest for a few seconds as I tried to come up with something to say, a way to make it up to him for what I was now sure had been a grave mistake on my part.

I braced myself for whatever would come next. Anger, revulsion, betrayal, whatever it was, I would let him have his say and then I would apologize and pray that he didn't quit on the spot. What if he does quit and I never see him again? The thought caused an ache in my chest.

He was still staring at me when I lifted my head, only I didn't see any of the things I'd imagined. Instead, all I saw was concern. "Are you okay, Donovan?" he asked softly.

My knees buckled with relief and I realized I'd been a total ass. I should have been taking care of him. Making sure he was all right. He was the one who had just kissed a man for the first time, he was the one who had put his job on the line by asking if he could kiss me, and yet I was the one having a meltdown, albeit inside my own head.

"I'm fine. The real question should be, how are you?"

He lifted one shoulder then let it drop. "Honestly? I'm worried about your reaction. Are you angry with me?"

I ran my hands over my face and let out a humorless laugh. I really was an asshole. Dropping my hands back down, I looked at him. "Let's sit down. We should talk."

Trevor's mouth stretched into a thin line, but he followed me to the living area and sat down next to me on the couch. Sweat beaded across his brow and he fidgeted his hands in his lap. "Is this where you fire me?"

My eyes widened. "Fire you? Hell no. I'm not going to fire you."

That seemed to relax him but only a little. "Then why are you acting like this?"

"Like what exactly?"

He frowned. "Like you're pissed off and maybe about two seconds from punching something…or someone."

I sighed. "I'm sorry if that's how my reaction came across, but I assure you, I'm not angry. At least not with you."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I'm mad at myself. I'm your boss and therefore, I should know better. I never should have crossed that line. I only hope you can forgive me," I said solemnly.

His brow pinched as he leaned toward me. "Forgive you? You make it sound like you pushed me into doing something I didn't want. Donovan, I asked you for the kiss. It was my idea. I wanted it. I wanted to kiss you."

"But I'm your boss. There are lines in place for a reason and I crossed it tonight," I argued.

Trevor rolled his eyes. "We're both intelligent adults who take their job seriously. I think we can tell the difference between business and pleasure and act accordingly. Unless you're saying you don't trust yourself to keep your hands off me." His lips twisted up in a smirk and I laughed. Freaking laughed in the middle of a serious conversation. What was this man doing to me?

"I'm trying to be serious."

"Who says I wasn't?" he said with a cheeky grin. He sobered up when I sent him a mock glare. "Okay, fine. My point is, we're both professionals. I'm still going to show you respect at work and I know you'll do the same for me. You can trust me, you know? I would never use you or betray you in any way, if that's what you're worried about."

"It's not. At all. I do trust you," I responded easily. He gave me a skeptical look. "Seriously, I do. More than I've ever trusted anyone besides my mother."

His eyes softened. "I'm glad. I trust you too. You're a good man, Donovan Marshall."

Relief coursed through me as I realized I hadn't messed everything up and he wasn't about to walk out of my life. "So are you. But there's more for you to consider than just whether or not you trust me. You don't even know if you like men…in that way, or not," I reminded him.

He nodded seriously. "You're right. I don't know if I like men, but I do know I like you, and if there was any part of me that still wasn't sure, that kiss cleared it up. Look, I don't know what all of this means, whether I'm gay or bisexual or what, and frankly, it doesn't really matter to me what we call it. But there's one thing I do know for sure and it's that I find you sexy as hell. I was attracted to you from the first time I saw you, I just didn't realize that's what it was. And once I saw you at the swap party…well, that's all I've been able to think about. So, the question is, are you attracted to me? Do you want me the same way I want you?"

"Yes," came my guttural reply. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone. I've tried so hard to fight my attraction to you, but I can't do it anymore. I want you too much."

Trevor leaned in closer, and I felt my body swaying towards him, pulled by an invisible thread. "Show me," he whispered, warm breath ghosting over my cheek.

I didn't need any more coaxing, trusting him to tell me if I went too far or did anything he didn't like. Sliding my hand around the back of his neck, I pulled him in for a kiss, going slower than I had the first time, taking the time to savor the feel of his lips, the taste of his tongue.

The scent of him enveloped me as our tongues danced together, overloading my senses and erasing everything else in the world but him. He became my sole focus as I slipped my hands around his waist, urging him to come closer.

Trevor continued kissing me as he swung a leg up and over my thighs so he could straddle my lap. My fingers dug into his hips, as his cock brushed against mine through our pants. He was hard as stone, further proof he liked what was happening.

I lifted my hips, pressing our erections together so he could see what he was doing to me, how he was driving me wild. He moaned into our kiss, and I swallowed it down, greedy for more. I wanted to hear all his passionate little sounds, to make him blind with lust until he lost all control.

His fingers gripped my shoulders, holding on as I rocked my hips, providing the friction we so desperately needed. My eyes rolled back in my head as he deepened the kiss, his tongue making me crazy as it swirled around mine. One thing was for certain, Trevor definitely knew how to kiss. I could only imagine how amazing his mouth would feel on other parts of my anatomy.

A growl rumbled up from somewhere deep inside my chest and he let out a surprised yelp as I shifted him easily in my arms, twisting us until he was lying on his back on the couch. Arousal had blown his pupils wide, the blue of his eyes nothing but a thin ring. His lips were swollen and red, wet from my kisses.

"What do you want, Trevor? I need you to tell me." His throat bobbed as he swallowed. Unable to resist, I bent my head and placed a soft kiss to the pulse point at the base of his throat.

"I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing. All I know is I want to keep going," he whispered.

"Okay then. But the second you say stop, we'll stop. Got it?"

He nodded his head emphatically, a lock of dirty-blond hair flipping down over his forehead. "I trust you."

Emotion made the backs of my eyes sting, so I squeezed them shut and covered his mouth with mine. He started panting as I rucked his shirt up, exposing his nipples and lots of smooth, tanned skin. Dipping my head, I flicked the tip of my tongue over one little pink nub, coaxing it to attention with my mouth.

His body bowed beneath me, nearly knocking me off the couch as I pulled it between my lips and sucked. So, my little assistant likes to have his nipples played with. Good to know. A dark chuckle sounded from my chest right before I bit down on one sharpened point.

"Fuck! Donovan!" he cried out. I thrilled at the sound of my name on his lips. His hands landed on either side of my head, his fingers gripping my hair as he held my head in place.

I smoothed my tongue over his abused flesh before moving over to do the same to his other nipple. He writhed under me, his breaths coming out in short, sharp bursts. Sliding a hand between us, I managed to undo his pants and worked them down over his hips. I traced a wet line up the smooth column of his throat with my tongue then kissed him once more as I worked my own pants down my hips, too impatient to take them off completely.

Trevor sucked in a breath at the first touch of my hand on his cock. It was long and felt heavy in my hand. My mouth watered with the need to taste him, so I rubbed my thumb over the tip, collecting the sweet nectar that dribbled from his slit. Bringing my thumb to my mouth, I swirled my tongue over it then sucked, my eyes drifting shut as the heady flavor landed on my taste buds. Pure Heaven.

"Jesus!" His eyes were heavy with lust as he gazed up at me.

"You taste incredible," I murmured. I held my hand up, palm flat in front of his mouth. "Lick it for me. Get it wet."

He held my gaze as he opened up and with the flat of his tongue, licked a seductive wet path over the palm of my hand. "That's a good boy." Trevor whimpered, the seductive sound like sweet bliss in the otherwise quiet room. A predatory grin appeared on my face as I added that to my list of things he apparently liked.

Reaching between us, I brought our cocks together and wrapped my hand around them. He tossed his head back on the cushion, his mouth falling open as I began to stroke us, our cockheads rubbing together in the best possible way.

He trembled beneath me, his hands sliding around my back and under my shirt. Desire raced through me, fierce and dizzying at the feel of his hands on my naked flesh, and I felt my balls draw up tight against my body. I wasn't going to last long.

Luckily, I didn't need to as Trevor's hips lifted off the couch, thrusting his cock against my own as he began fucking my tight fist. We both were leaking so much I didn't need any more spit to ease our movements. Watching him use my hand to chase his own pleasure was sexy as fuck and I issued a warning, letting him know I wouldn't last.

"Come on, Trevor. Let me see you come." That was all the encouragement it took. His face screwed up tight and his body stiffened under me as he began to come, his cock erupting all over my hand, painting my fingers and his chest with his milky seed. I followed quickly, burying my face in his neck as I shot my own ribbons of salty cum onto his belly and chest.

We lay there after, both of us trembling with the aftershocks of an intense orgasm. I pressed my lips to his neck, my tongue flicking out to capture a drop of his clean sweat, then I lifted my head. His eyes were closed but they opened when he felt me shift.

"Are you all right?" I asked softly.

He blinked up at the ceiling. "I never imagined…I never knew it could be like this."

"Maybe that's because you were doing it with the wrong people."

I'd said it as a joke, but the look in his eyes was serious as he whispered, "Yes, I was."

Warmth spread through me, but I wasn't sure how to respond, so I kissed him instead. His smile shone in his eyes as well as on his lips when we finally came up for air. "Care to shower with me? Maybe we can get dirty again before we get clean."

I grinned wolfishly. "Have I ever told you, you have some of the best ideas?"