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It wasn’t until I was hurrying down the corridor in the basement and rounding the corner that I remembered what had happened the night before, all of it flooding into my brain when I saw Seb standing in his usual spot outside the door, leaning a shoulder on the wall as he read the paper.

I almost dropped the cardboard cupholder in my hand. Heat flooded my face and my balls tingled, dick twitching.

“Hey, bro,” I said too loudly, trying not to stare at his long fingers casually holding the paper.

They were wrapped around my dick last night. And it felt redonkulous.

He glanced up, and my mouth went dry when his honey-brown eyes met mine. Now all I could remember was seeing them all dark and heavy-lidded as he watched himself jerk me off. My gaze drifted down to his mouth. He’d looked so… different when he’d smiled at me last night. With that real smile. Not the tiny, barely there one he offered people at work.

“Morning.” He sounded totally normal. Like last night hadn’t even happened. Like we hadn’t made each other come.

Shit, maybe the handjob I’d given him had been weak. My gut burned with the urge to prove that I could do better. Like, right now.

His gaze roamed briefly over my hair as I approached. My hand reflexively started to rise to check that the bun I’d thrown it into wasn’t too messy, which meant I almost spilled three hot drinks all over my shirt.

“Overslept?” His lips twitched.

I flushed, glancing down at my poorly knotted tie and wrinkled shirt. “Yeah.” I darted a look at the closed door. “Holt already here?”

“Got here a few minutes ago.”

I winced, apprehensively asking, “How’s he… seem?”

“Not as hungover as last time, but a little tense. Think he’s just waiting for Taylor to quit upstairs.” Seb nodded at the cupholder. “One of those mine?”

“Oh. Yeah.” I fumbled for his hot chocolate. “I specifically asked them not to put any syrup in it this time for you.”

“You can have it,” he said casually, reaching for one of the other cups. “I’ll just take the coffee.”

“What?” I stared at him. “But you asked for hot chocolate.”

He just shrugged, taking a sip of the drink that was supposed to be mine. I huffed.

“Why’d you ask for it if you were just gonna take the coffee?”

“Alright, I’ll have the hot chocolate if you want,” he said in a flat voice, making me jolt back and cradle the hot chocolate protectively.

“I wasn’t saying I wouldn’t have it, dude. I’ll drink it. For you.”

Something flashed in his eyes, but he just tonelessly said, “Very noble of you.”

“You’re only, like, the fifth person to call me that this morning,” I joked, waving a hand, then finally reached for the door handle with a sigh. “Guess I better go in and face the beast.”

I heard Seb let out a tiny amused huff. “Hopefully Taylor quits first thing.”

“I kind of wish I was up there to see them all reacting to Holt’s balls plastered everywhere in the office.”

“And his ass,” Seb deadpanned. “Don’t forget he photocopied his ass too.”

I snickered, opening the door and stepping inside. Holt’s office door was slightly ajar, so I didn’t bother to knock as I swept inside and brandished his coffee. “Don’t worry, boss man, I got you.”

Holt looked up from where he was hunched over his desk, wearing the emergency sunglasses he kept in his drawer. His suit was a little crumpled, tufts of pink-tinged black hair falling from his sloppy bun, but he looked nowhere near as shitty as he had the morning after he met Taylor.

I snickered, walking over to place his coffee in front of him. “How was karaoke?”

He cringed, taking off the sunglasses and wiping his eyes, smearing streaked remnants of black eyeshadow everywhere. “It was… very… I have no idea.” He squinted up at me. “Where did you go?”

My gut clenched. I managed a shrug. “Just home. Didn’t feel like it.”