Chapter 50
Jace shifted uncomfortably in his chair, biting down on the inside of his cheek. His cock strained painfully against his trousers, the dark fabric already marked by a wet patch of precum. Heat rushed to his face. If anyone noticed he was done for.
Shit.
He grabbed the nearest file and angled it over his lap, rising carefully from his seat. His movements were stiff and calculated, every step an effort not to reveal himself. He kept his gaze fixed straight ahead, ignoring the curious glances of coworkers, praying no one would stop him, no one would see.
By the time he reached the restroom, his heart was pounding hard enough that it drowned out his thoughts. He released a shaky breath when he realized the space was empty. Thank Goddness.
He turned on the faucet, checking for water. The rush of it filled the silence, grounding him. Relief pooled through him as he unbuckled his trousers and tugged them down just enough to reach the damp stain. He began scrubbing at it with hurried, nervous movements, muttering curses under his breath.
The sound of footsteps echoed.
Jace froze.
The door opened, and Aiden stepped in.
Jace’s head whipped toward him, panic flashing across his face. “What are you—”
Aiden leaned casually against the doorframe, lips curling into a slow grin. “I was looking for you at your desk. Someone said you walked off with a file… to the restroom.” His gaze flicked down, deliberate, unhurried.
Jace’s heart lurched when he realized exactly where Aiden was looking. His cock...half-hard...flushed... still leaking precum.
His hand flew down instinctively, covering himself in frantic embarrassment. “Don’t..... don’t look!” His voice cracked. His face burned.
But Aiden only chuckled, the sound low and wicked. He pushed off the door with a predator’s grace. “Guess I should take care of that then.”
“Aiden—”
The protest died in his throat when Aiden dropped to his knees in front of him. His grip was firm, possessive, as he tugged Jace’s hand away and wrapped his own fingers around his shaft.
“Oh, fuck—” Jace gasped as heat of Aiden’s mouth closed around his cock, Aiden’s mouth wet and eager, sucking him down until his knees nearly buckled.
His back hit the sink counter, the file slipping from his hands and fluttering to the floor. Aiden’s tongue teased jace's tip and curled around his cock, drawing out desperate sound from jace that he couldn’t swallow back. Jace’s head tipped back, lips parted in a silent cry, every inch of him trembling.
Embarrassment bled into hunger, into raw, aching need. He should stop this before anyone walks in on them. He knew he should. But God. ..it felt too good. Too intoxicating. His thighs trembled, his fingers clutched at Aiden’s shoulders, and every ounce of his restraint cracked.
He was going to lose himself right here. In the goddamn restroom.
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Elias twirled a pen between his fingers, lounging back in his leather chair. For once, his desk was bare.. no contracts stacked in neat piles, no reports demanding his immediate signature. The last meeting with a Crane Corp partner had been cancelled at the last minute, leaving him uncharacteristically idle.
Idle. And restless.
His gaze slid to the monitor on his desk. With a flicker of guilt though not enough to stop him, he keyed in a command. The hidden feeds came alive. Cameras discreetly placed around the office floor. A secret indulgence. To anyone else, it would have been dimmed an invasion of a person's privacy. To Elias, it was… affection. His twisted way of admiring Jace without being too close of watching him breathe, move, and exist.
There he was.
Jace.
Elias’s lips curved faintly as he watched the younger man rise from his desk. A file clutched against his groin, his steps a little too careful and guarded. Subtle, but not enough to escape Elias’s sharp eyes.
Something seemed wrong.
His brows furrowed. Was Jace hiding an injury? Was he hurt?
Elias leaned back, considering. Would it be strange if he followed him? What excuse could he give? He didn’t use the same restroom as his staff, he had his own upstairs. And he certainly could not admit that he had been watching jace through the security camers. That would seem and sound… weird.
Still, his fingers drummed on the desk. He was just about to push away from his chair.....
When the feed flickered.
Another figure.
Elias’s entire body went rigid.
Aiden.
The name seared through his thoughts like poison. His jaw clenched, a hot, sour wave of anger burning in his chest. What the hell was he doing here? This was not his floor. He had no business being here. He had no reason to follow Jace into that restroom.
The pen snapped in his grip.
Elias stood so fast his chair rolled back and slammed into the wall. He didn’t even notice. He was already moving, strides long, sharp, his pulse hammering in his throat.
By the time he reached the corridor, heat had flooded his veins. The kind that warned him he was seconds away from losing control.
He shoved the restroom door open with such force it slammed against the wall.
And froze.
The sight before him ripped the air from his lungs.
Jace, flushed, cuming, trousers half-open, pinned against the counter. His hands clutched desperately at Aiden’s shoulders, his head thrown back in pleasure. And Aiden on his knees sucking his dick down with greedy, obscene sounds, like he had been desperate for this chance.
The slick, wet rhythm of it filled the air. Along with Jace’s ragged moan.
For a heartbeat, Elias saw nothing.... just a black haze flooding his vision.
The world blurred into silence.