Page 39 of Clean Finish

On my way to the office, I stopped and grabbed a newspaper. I knew Holt would definitely be coming in today, because there was a show tonight, but I wasn’t sure what time he’d be making an appearance. I’d need to pass the time so I didn’t sit there imagining Larkin spread out on a desk, grinding his pretty blue cock against mine with his head tipped back and his pulse pounding in his throat, face scrunched up with pleasure.

My chest ached with longing as I opened the office door and saw him already sitting behind his desk, spinning his chair in a slow circle as he played on his phone. His head popped up as he stopped abruptly, grinning at me.

“Morning.”

“Morning.” I closed the door behind me. “Mind if I sit in here?”

“No way. Of course not.” His cheeks briefly stained dark blue, before he lunged for a takeout cup on his desk. “Oh, I got you a drink. It’s, um, hot chocolate… again…?”

He trailed off uncertainly, because I’d definitely confused him with my drink orders. Yesterday he’d done the same thing, but that time I’d actually accepted the hot chocolate, because I didn’t want to make it too obvious that I was only asking for them so he could drink them.

“What did you get yourself?” I asked casually, making my way over.

“Coffee…?” he said just as hesitantly, seemingly waiting for me to pick.

I pursed my lips and cocked my head, eyeing the two cups on his desk like I was trying to decide between them.

“Think I’ll have the coffee today,” I told him, then flashed him a brief grin. His eyes lit up, mouth curving into a smile.

“’Kay.” He passed me one of the cups, then quickly grabbed the other and took a deep gulp. “Mmm.”

God, that sound. That desperate, tight little moan, just like when he was trying to hold back from coming, basking in the sensations I was inflicting on him like he’d never felt anything better.

My cock started to thicken, so I took my coffee over to the couch and sat, getting settled with my newspaper.

“What time do you think Holt will be in today?” Larkin asked, licking his lips as he set down his cup.

“Probably just a couple hours before the show starts. It’s good that he’s taking some time off to be with Taylor.” Holt was a bit of a workaholic.

“Yeah.” Larkin grinned at me, his big blue eyes sparkling. “Think they’ll get married?”

I chuckled. “I get the feeling Holt would marry Taylor tomorrow if he accepted.”

“Yeah.” There was a pause. “I’ve never seen boss man in a relationship before. I didn’t know he’d get so… mushy and shit. And so fast, too.”

I smiled, but it was a little tight. “I guess when you meet the right person, that’s it. There’s no point hanging around, because there’s no one else who could compare.”

“That’s what my dad says.” He snorted. “My parents got married, like, three weeks after meeting. In a meadow or something. They said they just knew. And they’ve been happily married for decades now, so I guess they were right.”

“Yeah.” My chest ached again, and I resisted the urge to reach up and rub it. I forced myself to say, “But that doesn’t happen for everyone—instantly knowing when you meet that person, I mean. And for some people, it never does, and that’s okay too.”

There was a moment of silence, before Larkin tentatively asked, “Do you… do you think that’ll happen to you?”

It already has.

I struggled to answer at first, my eyes burning as I stared down at my paper, not taking in any of the words. Eventually, I cleared my throat and muttered, “Yes.”

It’s you, Larkin. You’re my person. You’re the one no one else will ever compare to.

As if sensing my inner turmoil, he went quiet and turned to his computer, leaving me to read my paper in peace. Predictably, after just ten minutes of doing work, he sighed and picked up his phone.

My mouth twitched, warm affection flowing through me. Glancing over, I asked, “How much is left on your list?”

“Like, a lot.” He sighed again and set his phone down to rest his cheek on the desk. “It’s all boring stuff too.”

“Want some help?”

His head popped up, cheeks flushing. He shook his head quickly. “No way, dude. That’s not your job. You don’t have to do that.”