single day.” He would. He wasn’t losing Reid again. Especially not to his own stupidity. Not again.
“I’ll hold you to that, Walt.” Reid kissed him again. “Come on. Let’s go play.”
Chapter Seven
“Another cappuccino, Reid.”
“You got it.”
The Monday lunch rush was fading into dribs and drabs, and Reid was glad for it. He needed a few minutes alone in his office, a second to close his eyes, remember his weekend and possibly cat nap.
Of course, the nap wasn’t going to be easy standing up, which he was going to have to do thanks to the spanking Walt had laid on him first thing this morning to “send you on your way with a proper reminder of me.”
Butthead.
Reid looked at the chair and shook his head. Yeah, no way. He would just lie across his desk—it wasn’t like there was a lot of paperwork to have to shift, now was it?
A loud knocking disrupted his thoughts.
“What?” Napping. Go away. If he had a do not disturb sign, he would have put it up.
“It’s me, baby boy.”
He groaned, but headed over. “I’m firing everyone for letting you in.”
“You can’t do that—you’d have to work too much and you’ve already been away from me for far too long today.” Walt had his hands behind his back. “Besides, I brought you a present.”
“A present? Come in, lock the door. I was going to steal a nap.” Of course this was better, though he wasn’t going to admit that out loud.
“You’re the boss, you shouldn’t have to steal anything.” Winking at him, Walt stepped in and locked the door. The bolt sounded loud as it shot home. “You want your present or a kiss first?”
“I want a kiss.” He went to Walt, leaned in. “We’re going to have to stop playing until the wee hours, you know? I do have a business to run.”
“You could always get more help.” The last word was spoken into his mouth, Walt’s kiss deep, right off the bat.
Reid almost crawled up his lover’s body. Their weekend had been amazing—hours of pain, of pleasure, one morning bound out on the balcony with a huge plug in while Walt answered emails. The best had been the cuddling, the massages, the ridiculous middle-of-the-night talks where they’d laughed until they cried.
Walt really did seem sincere about being sorry, about knowing what was important now. Reid wouldn’t have believed it about the millionaire bad boy if he hadn’t seen it, hadn’t experience it for himself.
Walt’s arms went around him, something soft hitting his ass.
He lifted out of the kiss, frowned. “Walt.”
“That’s your present.” Walt gave him a shit-eating grin.
“A pillow.” He pinched one of Walt’s nipples. “Don’t you have business to do?”
Jerking and covering his nipple, Walt took a step forward pressing him up against his desk with the pillow between him and the wood. “You’re more important.”
“Am I?” This was naughty, stealing this time at work. “We’re going to have to make a no-nookie-at-work rule.”
“You have to have lunch some time.”
“Lunch rush is over. We’ll be dead ’til three.”
“There you go. I don’t mind foregoing nookie at work until the post-lunch lull.” Grinning, Walt began pulling Reid’s T-shirt up out of his jeans.
“No nookie. Working…” His abs tightened and when his T-shirt rubbed across his sensitive nips, he moaned.
“Yep. Working hard here to make you lose your mind.” Walt pinched his right nipple.
They had an appointment to get them pierced on Friday, during a scene. Walt had warned him that, since Monday was a government holiday, the weekend would be…intense.
Reid couldn’t wait.
“Asshole.” He winked as he said it.
“Mmm. That’s one slap to your cock.” Walt smiled for him, even as he worked Reid’s fly open. “I brought a plug for your afternoon, boy. Something with a remote control. I thought I’d work down here by the window.”
Oh God. A remote control? Walt was going to be playing him like a fiddle. He
“I’ll hold you to that, Walt.” Reid kissed him again. “Come on. Let’s go play.”
Chapter Seven
“Another cappuccino, Reid.”
“You got it.”
The Monday lunch rush was fading into dribs and drabs, and Reid was glad for it. He needed a few minutes alone in his office, a second to close his eyes, remember his weekend and possibly cat nap.
Of course, the nap wasn’t going to be easy standing up, which he was going to have to do thanks to the spanking Walt had laid on him first thing this morning to “send you on your way with a proper reminder of me.”
Butthead.
Reid looked at the chair and shook his head. Yeah, no way. He would just lie across his desk—it wasn’t like there was a lot of paperwork to have to shift, now was it?
A loud knocking disrupted his thoughts.
“What?” Napping. Go away. If he had a do not disturb sign, he would have put it up.
“It’s me, baby boy.”
He groaned, but headed over. “I’m firing everyone for letting you in.”
“You can’t do that—you’d have to work too much and you’ve already been away from me for far too long today.” Walt had his hands behind his back. “Besides, I brought you a present.”
“A present? Come in, lock the door. I was going to steal a nap.” Of course this was better, though he wasn’t going to admit that out loud.
“You’re the boss, you shouldn’t have to steal anything.” Winking at him, Walt stepped in and locked the door. The bolt sounded loud as it shot home. “You want your present or a kiss first?”
“I want a kiss.” He went to Walt, leaned in. “We’re going to have to stop playing until the wee hours, you know? I do have a business to run.”
“You could always get more help.” The last word was spoken into his mouth, Walt’s kiss deep, right off the bat.
Reid almost crawled up his lover’s body. Their weekend had been amazing—hours of pain, of pleasure, one morning bound out on the balcony with a huge plug in while Walt answered emails. The best had been the cuddling, the massages, the ridiculous middle-of-the-night talks where they’d laughed until they cried.
Walt really did seem sincere about being sorry, about knowing what was important now. Reid wouldn’t have believed it about the millionaire bad boy if he hadn’t seen it, hadn’t experience it for himself.
Walt’s arms went around him, something soft hitting his ass.
He lifted out of the kiss, frowned. “Walt.”
“That’s your present.” Walt gave him a shit-eating grin.
“A pillow.” He pinched one of Walt’s nipples. “Don’t you have business to do?”
Jerking and covering his nipple, Walt took a step forward pressing him up against his desk with the pillow between him and the wood. “You’re more important.”
“Am I?” This was naughty, stealing this time at work. “We’re going to have to make a no-nookie-at-work rule.”
“You have to have lunch some time.”
“Lunch rush is over. We’ll be dead ’til three.”
“There you go. I don’t mind foregoing nookie at work until the post-lunch lull.” Grinning, Walt began pulling Reid’s T-shirt up out of his jeans.
“No nookie. Working…” His abs tightened and when his T-shirt rubbed across his sensitive nips, he moaned.
“Yep. Working hard here to make you lose your mind.” Walt pinched his right nipple.
They had an appointment to get them pierced on Friday, during a scene. Walt had warned him that, since Monday was a government holiday, the weekend would be…intense.
Reid couldn’t wait.
“Asshole.” He winked as he said it.
“Mmm. That’s one slap to your cock.” Walt smiled for him, even as he worked Reid’s fly open. “I brought a plug for your afternoon, boy. Something with a remote control. I thought I’d work down here by the window.”
Oh God. A remote control? Walt was going to be playing him like a fiddle. He
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