Daniel

“Shawn!”

Where the hell was he?

The room opened up, and a gasp passed between my lips. This was fucking stunning. When Shawn had told me about the old warehouse that his dad had purchased for the club, I’d had my doubts, but seeing it in person… Yeah, I saw the appeal of the space. The floor was large, providing lots of room for dancing. There were booths and tables lining the wall, but the real star of the show was the bar that lined the back wall.

I’d never seen something so stunning.

Row upon rows of backlit bottles illuminated the space, and I was so distracted that I jumped when arms draped over my shoulders.

“It’s impressive, right?”

The heat of Shawn’s breath against my neck made me shiver.

“You have no idea.”

I twisted in his hold, placing my arms around his waist and leaning in to give him a kiss. He smiled against my neck before he turned me back around.

“I have to show you the whole thing. We really outdid ourselves...”

Shawn grabbed my hand and led me through the room, explaining things from the type of leather they used for the seating to the top-notch DJ booth and how they had plans for themed nights that even had go-go dancers on the schedule. I’d raised my eyebrows at him at that and he’d only laughed. “It’s me. You’d expect anything else?”

He wasn’t wrong.

By the time he dragged me down a back hallway that led to a staircase and up to the offices, I was out of breath. “I’m so proud of you.”

My mouth was covered with his, right there in the stairway on the way to his office. “Thanks, babe. I couldn’t have done all of this without your patience and understanding.”

And it had been a long year of doing this. Shawn had to step away from the bar at Margaret’s in order to focus on getting this done, and that had done more to my productivity at work than I thought was possible.

Considering how much we’d been at each other’s throats from day one, it was weird to live in a world where I was reliant on him to get through every day.

My hands drifted under the bottom hem of the loose button-down he wore, skimming along the warm skin of his abdomen. The muscles bunched and jumped under my touch.

“What are you doing, babe?”

I smiled against his lips.

“I don’t know. I feel like we need to break this place in. What do you think?”

He chuckled but didn’t stop me as my fingers slid to the front snap of his jeans. I undid the fly and pushed the material over his ass with his underwear. The stairway wasn’t the most comfortable, but it wasn’t like there was anyone else in the building. However, it added to the thrill that under normal circumstances, we could easily get caught.

My lips wrapped around the head of his rapidly hardening dick and I hummed as the pre-cum coated my tastebuds. He was still one of my favorite flavors. Long and dexterous fingers worked through my hair as I lowered around his length, sucking and slurping at his skin.

“God, babe. I love it when you get bold.” His hips thrust, and it didn’t matter how long we’d been doing this—Shawn was still fucking huge, and I gagged every damn time. I loved it. The feel of his cock stretching my mouth wide as he took pleasure from me.

We stood there in the stairway, Shawn using my mouth as I shoved my hand in my pants to jack myself off. The encounter was hot and fast. Completely unexpected. Much like the majority of our relationship.

When Shawn exploded across my tongue, my eyes rolled back as I swallowed him down, coating my fingers with my own hot cum.

I was pulled from my spot on the ground so that our tongues could dance, and Shawn could taste himself on my lips. It was a good feeling to be desired in such a way and to trust that his intentions were pure.

Arturo and Tilly had been released from jail during the summer. As suspected, Art had tried to ignore the protective order and came to Seattle to look for me. Thanks to Ms. Hutch, the lawyer that Shawn and his father had found for me, we were able to put a stop to everything. It had been scary at first, like he’d been trying to make a point that he still had power over me.

Thanks to Christina, my psychiatrist, I was able to see better that what he did wasn’t how most people operated, and it was okay to let other people in. And yeah, I’d been finally able to let Shawn help me with that as well. We’d formed a perfect little support unit and despite how we started off, he was the best when it came to communicating and knew when I needed space and when I needed more help than normal.

Once things calmed back down and Shawn had fixed his pants, he smirked at me. “Are we okay to see my office yet? If you’re really good, I might bend you over my desk.”