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Christ. So damn good. He’d never felt better in his life.

For a long moment, the sounds of their heavy, panting breaths filled the room.

“You’re heavy,” Justin mumbled.

“I’m not moving.” His limbs felt too heavy to move. All he wanted was to close his eyes and go back to sleep like that, still buried inside his associate.

“Didn’t say I wanted you to move. This is nice.”

“Mhmm. We still have about fifteen minutes before we have to get up.”

Justin snickered. “We’re ahead of schedule, then.”

Smiling, Peter mouthed his sweaty shoulder. “That’s why we’re the best team in the firm. We’re very efficient.”

“We are,” Justin said softly—fondly?—turning his head and pressing his cheek against Peter’s. “Your face is all prickly,” he said with a laugh, but it didn’t seem as though he minded.

Peter breathed him in, suddenly wondering if fifteen minutes was enough for another round. He didn’t want to pull away, didn’t want to pull out of him.

It was ridiculous. He’d always had a very healthy sex drive, but fifteen minutes was nowhere near enough for him to get it up again.

Besides, it was supposed to be a one-time thing.

Thismustbe enough for him, to stop being so distracted by his associate.

It had to be, for both of their careers’ sakes.

Chapter 9

Peter’s hopes that he would no longer be distracted at work were crushed after they walked into the office.

He couldn’t stop noticing how good Justin looked in the clothes he’d had to borrow from Peter’s closet. It had little to do with how good Justin actually looked, and everything to do with the fact that Justin was wearinghisshirt and tie. It was hardly the first time Justin had worn his clothes—far from it—but it was the first time Peter had been aware of where the satisfaction stemmed from. He’d always liked seeing Justin in his clothes; it seemed he’d just been in denial about the real reason he’d liked it.

Damn it, this was bad.

To Peter’s credit, he managed to keep his hands off his associate for the first three hours. It wasn’t easy, when Justin looked positively delicious and kept blushing every time their eyes met. Those flustered looks slowly but surely eroded Peter’s self-control, and soon enough, he found himself shoving Justin onto his desk, crushing their mouths together, and all but climbing on top of him. He needed to get inside him again.

Afterward,bothof them had to change their clothes.

But hopefully he’d gotten it out of his system now.

***

He hadn’t.

He couldn’t even keep his hands off Justin in the file room. They were supposed to be searching for an important document needed for a very important case, but they ended up making out like horny teenagers instead. Peter wasn’t proud of himself, but he dragged his associate into the nearest restroom and they jerked each other off, kissing desperately and moaning into each other’s mouths.

It was fucking horrible. Horrible and more than a little mortifying. He was Peter Hayes, the managing partner of the best law firm in the country. He was nearly forty. He wasn’t supposed to act like—like a besotted youngster who’d just discovered what his dick was for. This wasn’t supposed to happen to him.

And yet it was happening.

Again, and again, and again.

***

The firm didn’t work on Christmas.

That meant Justin had to leave for his own apartment and spend Christmas with his brat of a brother while Peter would spend it in his silent, empty penthouse, pretending that it was just another day of the year and he was perfectly happy to be alone.