Page 51 of Lying to the Boss

We hug for another moment or two, then we wash up and tumble into bed where we jerk each other off while making out messily. It’s so hot and perfect.

“You didn’t mention this being part of your routine,” I say as I grab Lane’s towel off the floor to wipe cum from my stomach and chest. I hand it to him so he can do the same.

“It’s not.”

He gets to his feet, and I wrap my arms around him, kissing his bare chest before looking up at him.

“I’m going to reheat your breakfast.”

“You better put some clothes on before there’s a repeat on the kitchen counter.”

I laugh as I walk away and look over my shoulder. “Would that be so bad?”

“We’re going to be late.”

Shit. He’s right. I don’t even know what time it is.

“I may have to call in sick today.” I gesture up and down my body. “I don’t have anything to wear.”

“You’ll have a late start to the morning,” he says as he walks over to the shelf that holds his undershirts, picking one up. “We’ll stop at your place on the way to work.”

“Oh no,” I argue, shaking my head. “We cannot show up to work together.”

“Why not?” he asks.

“Because people will think something’s up.”

“Will they?”

“Of course they will!”

“And that would be bad because…” He raises a brow.

“Because I don’t need people in the office thinking that I got the job because I’m sucking your dick. Didn’t we go over this already?”

“Fine,” he says. “What would you like to do then?”

I expected more of an argument from him, so I’m lost for words when he asks the question. I don’t know what the other option is. Uber home?

“How about this,” he says, dropping the shirt on the bed and walking to me. His hands find my waist and he pulls me close. “I’ll have Blake pick me up and bring me to the office. You take my car to your place, change, and—”

“That’s even worse! If people see me get out of your car—”

“Park in the garage, in my spot. No one will know. I don’t have employees stationed by my parking spot, Tage.”

I guess he’s right. No one will know I drove his car in.

“Okay, fine.”

“Are you sure?” he asks. I hear the sincerity in his voice, and it warms my chest. He’s respecting my wishes.

“Yes,” I say. “It’s fine.”

Nodding, he steps away, but I grab onto his arm and tug him back. “It’s not that I don’t want people to know we’re, uh… together. It’s just important to me that I know that I’ve got my life together myself.”

He smiles softly, kisses me, then gets dressed.

Chapter Twenty-One