Page 12 of Double or Nothing

Jack is stark bollock naked. He’s got the coffee machine on, with two mugs on the counter, and he looks as fresh as a daisy. His eyes are bright and his beautiful cock on display as he pours our drinks.

“Where are you off to?” he asks, with a grin lighting up his face. “You look like you’re late for a funeral.”

“Work,” I say, and take the coffee with a thanks. Then I rustle through a drawer for some painkillers.

“Work on a Sunday morning?” Jack is still grinning as I swallow a couple of paracetamols. “I thought finance was for weekdays?”

“Finance is for every day when you’re in my position. I’ve got to go.”

“That’s a shame,” he says, stroking his cock. “I was looking forward to hammering your sweet sore ass again.”

I notice the empty beer bottles and the almost empty whisky decanter by the fridge. No wonder my head is thumping.

“I’m so sorry,” I say. “Some other time, maybe?”

His hand moves from his cock to his heart.

“Oh no. Is that a see you never? I was having so much fun.”

I have to smile, even through my headache.

“No, no. I mean it. Some other time. Really. I just have to go. Right now. I’ve got a meeting.” I watch Jack as he takes a sip of coffee, and my God, he’s gorgeous. I could stare awestruck if I wasn’t going to be in so much shit for being late. “Please make yourself at home,” I tell him. “And leave your number or whatever. If you want to.”

I feel so awkward. Out of my depth as I grab my keys and wallet from the side. I need my laptop. I need to make sure I’ve got the printouts. I need to make sure I have my tie straight.

Fucking hell.

He follows me into the hallway as I dash around, his eyes on me the whole time.

“See you later, and thanks for a great night,” I say once my laptop case is under my arm.

I head for the front door, but Jack steps forward to block my exit.

“Don’t I even get a kiss goodbye?” he asks, and smooths down my jacket lapels.

I’d kiss the guy all day long if I had the chance to. I press my mouth to his, my tongue defying my ticking watch as the enthusiasm hits me. But no. NO. I have to go.

“I meant it, make yourself at home,” I say again as I break away. “Eat, drink, go back to bed… chill out.”

“Now look at what you’ve done,” he says, hands on hips, his now hard cock standing proud. “Couldn’t you just drop to your knees and help me off?”

Hell, my pants are swollen at the thought. “I… shit, Jack… I can’t.”

“I promise not to come on your suit,” he says, gripping his cock and stroking it. “Promise I’ll shoot straight down your throat.”

“You’re such a bloody tease,” I say.

“I’ll make it quick. I’m halfway there already.”

He gives his cock a fast jerk and I so want to drop and take it all.

But fuck it. I can’t.

“I can’t miss the board meeting,” I say. “Sorry, Jack. Much as I’d love to. Catch you later, I hope.”

His smile is so calm as I fluster. There’s amusement in his eyes as I pass him by.

“Run, rabbit, run! Go, go, go!”