I’m so overwhelmed and caught off guard by the abrupt change that my body freely gives itself to him. I feel my body climb, especially from the way he’s driving into me.
“Breaker,” I whisper into his ear, which makes his entire body shiver.
“Shit, Lia. This is going to be fast.” Holding me tightly, he thrusts a few more times, and I feel my orgasm breaking. I squeeze him tightly, tilt my head back where his lips fall to my neck, and as he peppers kisses along my skin, I let out a guttural moan as I come.
He pumps a few more times and then he releases me, pulls out and then turns away, pumping at his cock until he comes right there on the kitchen floor.
My face heats up from the sight of it.
His hand presses against the counter as we both catch our breath.
“Motherfucker,” he whispers as I walk up to him and lightly take his cock in my hand. I stroke it a few times and then grab a wet paper towel from the kitchen and wipe everything up before helping him put himself back together.
When I’m done, he places both his hands on my cheeks and then kisses my mouth for a few moments before pulling away.
“This is going to be impossible.”
“What will be impossible?” I ask.
“Leaving you to go to work,” he answers. “I just want to stay here all fucking day with you . . . and night.”
“Now who’s the clingy one?”
He chuckles and sighs before pulling me into a hug. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”
“Okay.”
He kisses me one more time before groaning and stepping away. “Bye, Lia.”
“Bye, Breaker. Have a good day.”
I wave, and he takes off. When the door shuts, I press my hand to my forehead and lean against the counter.
God . . . that was intense and oh so satisfying.
Breaker: How’s your day so far? Mine’s been pretty lame. I think I’m going to ask JP and Huxley if I can work from home from now on.
Lia: Probably not your best idea. We wouldn’t get anything done.
Breaker: Not my problem.
Lia: It’s your company with your brothers. It’s very much your problem.
Breaker: Then I need to go on vacation. Let’s go somewhere.
Lia: I’m still trying to catch up on all the work I’ve missed out on over the past few weeks.
Breaker: Quit your job. I’ll hire you.
Lia: To be what?
Breaker: To sit on my dick. It’s a very sought-after position.
Lia: Oh, is that so?
Breaker: Ehh, that didn’t come out right.
Lia: Because I’d hope there isn’t anyone else applying.
Breaker: You’re the only one. So what do you say? I’ll give you whatever compensation you want.
Lia: Appealing, but I’m afraid of the chafing. I’m going to have to pass.
Breaker: At least give it a trial run.
Lia: Sorry, but you sound too demanding. I don’t think I can commit myself to such an arduous workplace environment. Pass.
Breaker: Dammit. At least come meet me for lunch.
Lia: Can’t. I’m heading to the office supply store because I ran out of toner, and I have to print some documents to work on.
Breaker: So you’re saying I have to wait until tonight?
Lia: You will survive.
Breaker: Barely.
Lia: Hang in there, Pickle.
Breaker: That just made me smile.
Lia: You make me smile. I’ll talk to you later.
Breaker: Okay. Bye.
“Excuse me, would you be able to direct me to your toner?” I ask the worker.
“Yes, aisle twelve,” he answers. “On the right.”
“Thank you.” With a pack of felt-tip pens in hand, because I have a sick obsession, I walk down to aisle twelve and spot the toner. I take out my phone to see the note I wrote myself to know which toner to get when I see a text from Breaker.
Breaker: JP just came into my office and started crying because he doesn’t think he’s going to be a good dad, and he’s freaking the fuck out. What is happening to my brothers?
I smile and text him back quickly.
Lia: Who knew babies were going to be the thing that took them down?
Once I press send, I go to my notes just as there is a tap on my shoulder. I turn and come face to face with Brian.
“Oh my God,” I say, taking a step back. “Brian . . . uh . . . hi.”
Wearing a suit and looking as handsome as ever, he smiles sadly while he sticks his hands in his pockets. “Hey, Lia,” he says softly.
“Wow, uh . . .” I glance around, hoping that The Beave isn’t here either. “What are you doing here?”