He drifted over to the desk and slowly - hesitantly - pushed the laptop shut. The lid clicked into place with a sleek sound that might as well have been a gunshot. It rang out in the room, silent except for the sound of his heartbeat roaring in his ears. He left his fingertips on the lid because he was terrified of what he wanted to do, and where they might go next.
The hitching of breath - not his.
So he let his eyes move from the carved wood of the desk to the eyes of the man in front of him. The force of eye contact could have knocked him over, he wasn't expecting so much heat. It tore through his composure, blazed through his chest. But they were both frozen, both scared to embrace what they had known for a long time now. He swallowed hard, closed his eyes briefly, and let his hand move. He almost gasped when it found warm, pliable skin and five foreign fingers wrapped around his.
He had never touched another man like this before. He had never wanted to. And now all he wanted in the world had narrowed down to a mouth lined with stubble. The part that hurt the most? Reciprocation.
"Just say the word and I'll stop," he whispered.
"I don't...I don't want to."
He pulled away, almost stumbling away from the desk in his shock. He hadn't actually expected-
He was pulled back, causing him to knock his knee into the desk. The hand on his arm was strong, a grip he wasn't used to feeling.
"No. I don't want to stop."
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Law of Attraction (ManxMan)Romance
Ricardo Santos owns one of the best law firms in the city. He spends his days defending London's wealthiest and his nights bedding London's prettiest. A man that busy needs a PA and although he doesn't particularly choose Jaimee Choudhary - who is a...