Page 107 of Claim Me
Simon starts listing it off, moving through the day point by point while Blue listens, occasionally tapping or scrolling across the screen in front of him, his fingers gliding lightly over the surface.
I held that hand yesterday… his fingers clutched in mine… his breath sped up, his eyes closed shut.
From where I’m standing, I get a clear view of his perfect profile, and for a second I just lose myself in him. Those lips, soft, pink, almost plush. I almost had them!
Almostmakes all the difference.
Fuck, Gabriel, don’t do this to yourself. Just be rational. You’re a bodyguard, and he’s the CEO. What are your chances?
He had a slip, and it all went back to normal. Keep it real.
But my unruly gaze drifts lower again, catching on his hands once more. What would it feel like if those fingers brushed against my face?
The vision is so enchanting that I drown in it. What if they wandered to my lips, to my neck, brushed my glands… and…
What if they stroked my dick, made me cum?
The obscene idea lands hard enough that I go completely still for a beat, like my brain just tripped over itself.
Seriously. It’s the height of self-torture. The guy allowed one ‘dance’, and I dive so deep over it right away.
I shift my weight, forcing myself to refocus on the room, on Simon’s voice. It takes a second to settle, especially since a certain hardness is suddenly bothering me more and more.
Feeling frustrated, I excuse myself and rush to the restroom. I close the door behind me and let out a breath. So this is my fate now, something I know all too well from back when I was obsessed with Marcel.
The same pattern, the same torment. Desire so strong it actually hurts, with nowhere else to go. I undo my zipper and grab my hard cock.
Clenching my jaw, I get to work, and it doesn’t take long, like always. Orgasms come way too easily to me. I come, feeling a brief, shallow relief, but in the back of my mind there’s this growing awareness that I’ve gotten myself into a really difficultsituation, and my own heart is not on my side, pushing me toward someone unobtainable.
Lost in grim thoughts, I head back to the office where Simon and Blue are working.
When Blue sees me walk in with a scowl on my face, he raises an eyebrow slightly but doesn’t comment, just goes back to scrolling through something on his tablet.
"…and the afternoon block remains unchanged," Simon finishes.
Blue nods once, making a final adjustment on the tablet before speaking. "Reschedule the call with Zurich to tomorrow. I will not have sufficient time today."
"Of course."
Sighing, I pull out my phone and log into my classes.
What else is there to do?
At least this is one thing Blue may respect in me: I’m going to finish my degree and take him up on that part-time position in his IT department. I don’t want to be a wasted potential in his eyes. Sure as hell that wouldn’t earn me his approval.
???
The next day, still feeling stuck, I rehash my original plan to move things forward through small talk.
Not a very spectacular plan, but since we’re at an impasse, I need anything, really, to anchor myself in hope.
But if I thought friendly chats would help me close the distance Blue has put between us, I am very wrong.
I try hard, bringing up small things unrelated to work, and he answers, but… very briefly. He doesn’t leave room for any conversation to grow.
The end of the week passes uneventfully, and I’m not moving forward in this whatever-it-is between us.
Yet, I keep trying. Patience, patience becomes my mantra.
