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Until then, apparently.

Even as it became obvious that the boy’s solution really could work, the thought of that pretty mouth wrapped around a cock still lingered at the back of his mind.

Over the following years, Peter had learned to ignore Justin’s attractiveness—for the most part.

But now he wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t suppressed that filthy thought during their first meeting.

What if he’d rewarded the clever boy with his cock?

“Good boy,” he could have told him. “Now come over here and get your reward.” He would part his legs to make it clear what he meant.

Justin would flush, of course, his pale cheeks staining red with angry disbelief, embarrassment—and arousal.

“I—that’s sexual harassment, Mr. Hayes,” he would say, licking his lips.

“No, it’s a reward,” Peter would tell him, holding his gaze. “You can walk out now and we’ll pretend it never happened. Or you can come over here and have the privilege of sucking my cock.” It wasn’t arrogance. He knew his reputation in lawyers’ circles. For many young lawyers, sucking his cock would be a turn-on.

The boy would hesitate, but then he would kneel down between his legs and open his pretty mouth for Peter’s cock, looking up at Peter with hero worship in his eyes. Peter would grab his bright hair and fuck into the associate’s mouth, fast and hard, abusing his power over him and forcing him to take it, owning him completely—

Peter groaned and, turning onto his side, slipped his aching cock between Justin’s thighs. His skin was so soft… Fuck, it felt so damn good… A few rough thrusts between Justin’s thighs was enough to push him over the edge. He came with a low moan, muffling it against Justin’s neck.

Breathing hard, Peter pressed his lips to Justin’s throat. Justin mumbled his name in his sleep.

His chest tight with affection, Peter kissed him on his warm cheek. Justin didn’t awaken, only smiled a little and squirmedeven closer to him. He looked so damn endearing. Peter kissed him on the forehead, breathing him in.

He froze, realizing what he was doing.

He didn’t kiss people on their foreheads or cheeks. He most definitely didn’t grind against them like a teenager while they slept.

Fuck. He couldn’t believe Justin had reduced him to this.

He would pay for this in the morning.

Chapter 8

The shrill sound of his alarm woke him up.

Groaning, Peter reached for his phone, trying to find it without opening his eyes.

He failed, of course.

“What’s that noise?” Justin mumbled, burying his face tighter against Peter’s armpit, as if trying to hide there.

Opening his eyes, Peter finally located his phone and turned his alarm off. “My alarm. Rise and shine, Danvers.”

“No,” Justin mumbled. “I refuse. It’s Christmas Eve. And it’s still dark.”

“It’s six.”

“Six? Why are we getting up at six? Our office is a short elevator ride away.”

“We have just enough time to have sex if we’re efficient.”

“You put sex into your schedule?”

“Of course,” Peter said. “Now get on it.”

“You’re a tyrant,” Justin said, slipping his hand down Peter’s bare chest and wrapping it around his morning wood. He sighed. “I kind of hoped you’d have a small cock. But of course you don’t. Life isn’t fair.”