He grinned. “We try to deliver.”

  I walked away praying I didn’t screw this up.

  * * * *

  I flopped onto the bed, my thoughts instantly drifting to Gabe. Every inch of the stiff blanket beneath me made it impossible to pretend I wasn’t wired. I stared up at the ceiling, Gabe’s cologne still lingering in my nose from earlier, like he’d left a secret message in the room. Part of me would’ve paid good money for another five minutes in his company, just to hear the way his voice made my name sound important. Instead, I was alone, which meant I could do what I actually wanted.

  My dick was already half-hard, just from thinking about him. Correction. Just from remembering the way his hand had landed on my arm, thumb pressing into the fabric of my hoodie, like he’d been tempted to keep it there. I wasn’t the type to get off on a handshake, but my body had its own agenda, and apparently the second Gabe was out of sight, it moved him to the top of the fantasy list.

  I yanked my jeans open and shoved them down, leaving them tangled around one ankle. Underwear barely contained the beginnings of my erection. Didn’t even bother to think about whether the bed would creak under me. Just closed my eyes and let my hand slip inside, cupping my dick through the fabric and squeezing a little, feeling it throb against my palm.

  Every time I tried to come up with something else to focus on, it was just Gabe, Gabe, and more Gabe. His mouth, his arms, the way he looked at me like I was a puzzle he wanted to solve. Nobody had ever looked at me like that. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t stop reliving it, rewinding every little moment from the hallways and the kitchen until it made me hot enough to squirm.

  Pushed down my underwear and let my cock spring free, already flushed and heavy against my stomach. I fished the travel bottle of lube out of the side pocket of my duffel, popped the top, and slicked my hand. It was cold at first, but then friction kicked in, and that just made everything more desperate.

  I started slow, thumb teasing the crown of my cock, working the lube in like I was trying to memorize every fucking nerve ending. My hips jerked a little, shameless as hell. I didn’t even care. The bed was weirdly supportive, and the sheets were softer than I expected for a staff room. All I could think about was Gabe. What would it feel like if he pressed me down, caged me in with those big arms, and kissed me like he was starving?

  I couldn’t imagine him doing anything gently. Gabe would kiss me like he owned the place and, by extension, me. My hand worked faster, lube dripping down the shaft, palm gliding up and down. I let out this low, needy sound I’d never admit to making. Fuck. All these months starved of touch, now I was seconds away from losing it just from a smile and a steady grip on my sweatshirt.

  What if he was here?

  I pictured Gabe pushing me back, kneeling on the bed, eyes focused on my mouth as he leaned in. He saw me blush and watched me react to every little thing. He held my head steady and kissed me, tongue slipping in, dragging a little groan out of me.

  He talked, low and guttural, right up against my ear. “Does it feel good?” Maybe I’d answer or maybe I’d just let my body do the talking.

  I wanted that. I wanted him.

  My hand pumped faster, hips rolling into it. Wet heat built low in my belly. So good. I thought about Gabe’s fingers curling around my cock, squeezing, not letting me go until I was desperate. Maybe he’d grip my ass, pull me closer, press his own hard cock against mine. The mental image was enough to make my toes curl.

  Pressure built, and I didn’t try to hold back. I jerked my fist up and let the pleasure slam into me. Groaned, biting my fist so nobody passing in the hall would hear. Hot, pulsing release shot over my belly, and for a second, I was just floating, brain empty except for the echo of Gabe’s name.

  My heart wouldn’t slow down. Sweat cooled on my forehead, and I lay there, panting, hand sticky and wet. That had been fast, even by my standards. No sense of shame though. If anything, satisfaction buzzed under my skin like I’d won something.

  I wiped up with a stray T-shirt then closed my eyes for a second, letting the afterglow sink in. I could pretend it was a reset, a restart button, but I’d be lying if I said it made me any less obsessed with Gabe. If anything, my brain just wanted more.

  A knock at the door nearly sent me rolling off the mattress.

  Crap, crap, crap. I scrambled upright, heart beating like whoever it was knew what I was doing. My underwear were around my knees, and my cock was still half-hard, glistening with lube. Not exactly the image I wanted to burn into the universe. I yanked up my underwear, praying it wouldn’t show, then spotted the open lube bottle lying bright and proud in the middle of the bed.

  Another knock. Not loud, but steady. My hand shot out and rolled the bottle under my pillow, using my other forearm to sweep a T-shirt over the questionable wet spot on my stomach. I’d never moved so fast in my life.

  “Uh, just a second,” I called out, hoping my voice didn’t sound suspiciously hoarse. I threw on a hoodie, zipped it, then realized my underwear was tenting out way too obviously. There was no time to fix it. I sat back down, grabbing the nearest pillow and yanking it into my lap, doing my best impression of someone who absolutely had not been jerking off.

  The door swung open, and Gabe stood there, holding a giant tray in one hand like he’d just raided the banquet kitchen.

  My lips parted as I stared at the man who’d had me pinned down in my fantasy. He’d just been in my head, and now he stood in front of me. The cognitive dissonance was confusing my brain.

  He wore sweats and a long-sleeved shirt, hair damp like he’d just run water through it. Everything about him made my body go dumb. I’d just gotten off, but the sight of him had me hard as fuck.

  “Brought dinner. You looked like you could use it.” Gabe set the tray on the little table, flicking a glance over the room before his gaze settled on me. I prayed my face wasn’t as red as it felt, but odds were not in my favor.

  “Thanks,” I managed, voice a full octave higher than normal.

  Pot roast, mashed potatoes, green beans, even a tiny bowl of apple pie and a can of Sprite. I’d never seen a more beautiful carb lineup.

  “You okay?” His gaze flicked over my face.

  “Yeah, just…I was gonna…you know?” I yanked the pillow closer. “Fantastic!”

  He smiled, and something in my chest or maybe my stomach flipped. I wanted nothing more than to drop the pillow and see what he’d do if he saw my dick hard for him, but I didn’t have the guts. I gripped the pillow tighter instead.

  Gabe set the food out, then turned and leaned against the dresser, arms folded. “You don’t have to be nervous,” he said. “It’s just dinner.”

  “It’s not the dinner,” I blurted. Then instantly regretted it.

  One eyebrow lifted, and for a second, he looked like he was trying to decode me. “You sure?” he said, casual but not uncaring.

  Positive.

  My brain scrambled to focus on food as he doled out a plate. The smell hit me with a vengeance, and my stomach growled so loud it was embarrassing. That’s what’s embarrassing?

  He watched every move I made, like he knew exactly what I’d been doing.

  I poked a chunk of roast with my fork. “You didn’t have to bring dinner.”

  “I wanted to.” He shrugged, but something about the way his eyes tracked my face told me he was doing more than just a favor.

  “You always take care of lost causes?” I tried for a joke, but my mouth was dry.

  Gabe didn’t hesitate. “Only the cute ones.”

  I jammed potatoes into my mouth to keep from saying something even dumber. The food was amazing. But I couldn’t get comfortable, not with the pillow pressed awkwardly in my lap and my body refusing to calm down.

  Gabe stepped closer, holding his own bowl. He’d ditched the front-desk persona. Here, he was just a guy in my room, relaxed but alert, like he saw right through me.

  “You’re flushed,” Gabe said softly.

  Because you just had your hands and mouth all over me.

  “Probably the altitude,” I muttered.

  He grinned, slow and laser-focused. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

  Somehow, I doubted that. He had no idea how close I’d come to getting caught mid-wank session. Or maybe he did. Maybe he could smell it on my skin. The thought sent a jolt through my cock, which only made the pillow situation worse.

  I risked a sip of Sprite, which promptly fizzed up my nose. Classy. I covered my mouth, coughing, and Gabe’s smile only got wider.

  “Good?” he asked.

  I didn’t think he was talking about my soda.

  “Everything’s good,” I said, a slight squeak to my voice.

  He stepped in, took my plate, and set it to the side. I couldn’t move, not if I wanted to keep my secrets, but when he stood over me, looking down, the world dropped away. His hands braced on either side of my shoulders, caging me in with his body.

  Then he kissed me. No warning, just his mouth pressing down on mine, slow and deep, like he wanted to taste every inch.

  I gasped, lips parting, and his tongue slipped in. He tasted like coffee and dinner, something easy and familiar. My whole body buzzed. My hands dug into the pillow, knuckles white as I tried not to collapse.

  It was like my fantasy had stepped out of my head and taken physical form. This couldn’t be real.

  Gabe pulled back, barely a breath away. “You want this…” It was a statement, not a question.

  My breath hitched. “If I say no, you’ll probably have to call an ambulance.”

  He laughed and kissed me again, harder this time, and my head spun. His hand touched the pillow, and before I could stop him, he tugged it to the side.

  My erection was front and center. Underwear did nothing to hide how hard I was.

  His eyes stayed on me. “Looks like you’ve been waiting for me.”

  I was so aroused it almost hurt. “You have no idea.”

  Gabe dropped to his knees on the floor, right in front of me. My heart nearly stopped. Then he pulled the waistband of my underwear down, exposing my cock.

  I was hard, the tip wet with pre-cum, slick from earlier. He didn’t hesitate. His hand curled around the base, and he stroked once, slow, then leaned in and dragged his tongue over the head.

  Fuck, I nearly blacked out.

  He sucked me in, mouth hot and wet, lips sealed tightly around my cock. I tipped my head back and moaned, every muscle in my body tensed and straining toward him. He bobbed his head, slow and steady, building up pressure with every pass. His tongue swirled around the crown, teasing the slit. I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing his hair, just to anchor myself to reality.

  He looked up, eyes locked on me, and that alone nearly finished me off.

  “Fuck, Gabe, you’re gonna make me come,” I choked out.

  He moaned around my cock, vibrations running straight through my body. His hand pumped me in rhythm with his mouth, working every inch. The pressure was unreal, heat flooding every inch of me. I lost all control, thrusting weakly, desperate for more.

  He slowed down, lips trailing up and down, tongue flicking the underside, like he was worshiping my cock.

  He licked and sucked like the flavor of my cock was all he’d wanted from the second he walked in. I thrust into his mouth, unable to hold back, my fingers threading tighter through his hair. Swollen lips moved up and down my shaft, dragging obscene sounds out of me. I’d never been anyone’s priority before, not like this—not the way Gabe made me feel, like the act of taking me apart was the only thing on his schedule.

  Pressure coiled low in my gut. Every pass of his lips pulled a whimper from me. Fuck, I was right at the edge, and he just kept at it, mouth hungry, hand stroking me to the same rhythm. His warm, slippery tongue worked the slit, circling, teasing. My entire body locked up.

  “Gabe,” I begged. “Fuck, don’t stop. Please don’t.”

  He didn’t. He sped up, milked every twitch out of me and drank down everything I gave him, lips locked firm around my cock, throat flexing as I shot deep. I cried out, vision blurring. My orgasm stretched on and on, until I was completely limp, boneless, sprawled across the bed with my head thrown back.

  He pulled off slowly, licking the tip for the last drops, like he was savoring me. Numbers and words scattered in my brain. It almost hurt how good it was.

  The first thing I saw when my vision returned was Gabe’s eyes on me, smug and dark. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then acted like he hadn’t just blown my mind. “Dinner’s getting cold.”

  Smartass.

  I was out of breath, but I managed to laugh. “Why, want to refuel for round two?”

  He grinned, not denying it. “Guess you’ll have to eat up, too, then.”

  Getting food into my mouth with trembling fingers grated on my pride, but I was too blissed out to care. The pot roast nearly made me moan again. Gabe refilled my glass like we were at a five-star restaurant then took the chair across from me, knees spread, relaxed as he watched me eat.

  I’d never felt this exposed, this wanted, not in any of my hookups. I caught him staring at my lips as I licked mashed potatoes off my fork. It was hot as hell, thinking he couldn’t get enough of me.

  “Forgot how good real food tastes,” I said, voice back to normal. “You always treat new hires like this?”

  He took a bite of green beans, eyes locked on mine. “Only the ones who make me lose focus at the desk.”

  My whole body was already melting down. The urge to touch him, to drag him down onto the mattress, hit hard.

  He caught my look. “You want something?”

  Yeah, you, preferably horizontal.

  I cleared my throat. “Just thinking about you. About how that felt.” I shifted, my cock twitching back to life already. Couldn’t believe my stamina. “Pretty sure you ruined me for anyone else.”

  He set his empty plate aside and moved in close. No hesitation. No space for me to hide.

  “Good,” Gabe murmured. “Didn’t plan on sharing.”

  His mouth caught mine before I could throw together a comeback. This time I kissed him back hard, owning the taste of myself on his tongue. I wanted more—I wanted all of him.

  He guided me back until I was lying flat, his body half on top of me, pinning me there. I wrapped my arms around his neck, squeezing, loving the strength in his shoulders. His hands roamed, firm, greedy.

  My head spun. “Can I touch you?”

  “By all means,” Gabe said.

  I cupped his ass, squeezing. He groaned, moving his hips against me until my cock was hard again, pushing at my underwear. The heat between us cranked up another notch. He peeled off his shirt, letting me run my hands over his skin. Every inch was muscle and hair and scent, pure Gabe.

  He kissed me, wet and deep, then shoved my underwear down to my ankles, exposing every part of me. I didn’t care, too busy digging my nails into his back.

  I started to pull at his pants. I wanted more, needing him naked and pressed against me. “Lose these,” I growled, shoving at the fabric.

  He obliged, standing to kick them off, along with his briefs, his erection bouncing free. God, he was gorgeous. I wanted to touch, taste, worship every part of him.

  Gabe smirked when he saw me staring. “Like what you see?”

  My mouth watered. “Get over here so I can have it.”

  He crawled right up the bed, cock aimed at my face, and I opened up, taking him all the way in. The taste of his precum coated my tongue, salty and perfect. I sucked him in, working my lips down the shaft, feeling him pulse deeper. His hands landed on my head, guiding but not controlling. Every time I licked the underside, he let out these rough little grunts that made my cock leak all over my stomach.

  I bobbed my head, twisting my wrist at the base, determined to make him fall apart. He thrust slowly at first, then faster, hips rolling as he fucked my mouth just the way he liked. The feel of him, hard and hot, filled my senses until there was nothing but the slide of his cock on my tongue.

  He pulled out, breath ragged, and looked down at me like he couldn’t believe his luck. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

  “Nobody’s ever said that before,” I admitted, crooked smile on my lips.

  He brushed my hair, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Their loss.”

  “Come here.” I yanked him down until we were kissing again, messy and deep. My hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking up and down, spreading more precum everywhere. Gabe growled, rutting into my fist.

  “Need you,” he muttered, teeth scraping my lower lip.

  “Then take me,” I said, spreading my legs in invitation.

  Gabe didn’t waste time. He grabbed the lube, slicked his fingers, then reached down, rubbing my entrance with slow, careful strokes.

  Pressure, gentle at first. He stretched me, working me open, never harsh. It was good, so fucking good to be touched by him. I writhed, clutching at his arms, my hips gyrating into every slide of his fingers.

  He watched my face, heat in his gaze. “Open up for me, Cam. Want to feel you.”

  The dirty talk went straight to my cock. I was throbbing, desperate for more. Every brush of his fingertips inside me made my eyes roll back. I was panting, completely at his mercy.

  My body begged for more. “Yeah, Gabe. Give it to me, please.”

  He lubed up his cock, lined up, and pressed in slowly. The stretch was insane, but I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. My body pulsed, greedy for him, drawing him in.

  He bottomed out, hips flush against mine. I clung to him, one leg hitched over his back to keep him close. He started to move, slow at first, fucking me deep and steady. Every slide set my nerves on fire.

  “God, you feel incredible,” he growled against my ear.

  I couldn’t form words, just moaned and took it, gripping the sheets so hard I almost tore them. My cock leaked precum everywhere. He reached down and stroked me as he thrust, driving me absolutely wild.

  “Fuck, Gabe, never stop,” I gasped.

  He didn’t. He pounded me with smooth, perfect thrusts, holding me right where he wanted me. The rhythm built, sweat slicking our bodies together. He pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me through the pounding, hand never leaving my cock.