“Sorry. I was driving by and the light in your office was still on, so I wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
“Everything is fine,” I say, finally able to catch my breath. “I was just doing a few last minute tweaks on the graphics before I sent it. There’s an attachment in your inbox.”
“I’m sure it’s brilliant.”
I smile weakly and nod. Not to be cocky, but it is brilliant and I know he’ll think so too, but I’m struggling to muster up any excitement at the moment as everything comes to an end.
“Spill it,” he says.
“What do you mean?”
“Remember the whole agreement we had about not lying to each other?”
I sigh. “I’m stressed about tomorrow.”
“The app is going to be incredible. You have nothing to be stressed about.”
“It’s not about the app.”
“Then what’s it about?”
“Us.”
“Us?”
Tears prick my eyes and start to spill over before I can stop them. Concern changes everything about his face, turning his typically stern chiseled features into something sweet and kind.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Please talk to me,” he says.
My voice gets an octave higher from crying. “Working with you and the others has been the most fulfilling, wonderful experience of my life. Now it’s all going to be over. I want to keep working here at the Tap Company.”
He pulls me into his arms, our chests pressed together. He wipes my tears away and kisses the tip of my nose. “You can keep working at the Tap Company.”
I stare at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
“We’ll sell the app and we’ll make another. It’s what we do.”
“Why would you need to make another? With the offers you’re already getting in from major conglomerates, you’ll have enough money so you’ll never have to work again.”
“You are clearly easier to satisfy than the rest of us. We’re in it for the thrill. I mean, the money is great, and it’s nice to have it as a cushion in case one of our ventures fails, but we enjoy the creative process too much to quit. And if that’s not reason enough, keeping you with us is. Do you think we’re really going to let you go that easily? We’re in love with you, Anya.”
My tears fall harder. “I love you guys too.”
The thought of getting to stay with the men I love makes me so happy my chest aches.
Beck smiles and kisses my lips. It starts as just a peck, but then I open my mouth and slip my tongue into his. His hands move lower until he’s gripping my ass and pressing me against his obvious erection.
I gasp into his mouth and grind against him until he moans. He pushes me against the counter and starts to dry hump me. It feels incredible but I want the real thing.
“Do you think the others will be upset if we do this alone?” I ask.
He chuckles. “I’m sure they’ll be jealous as hell, but they’ll get over it.”
“Good, because I want you so bad right now there’s no way I’m capable of stopping myself.”
He smiles and crushes his lips against mine. We clumsily kiss while trying to take off each other’s clothes, racing to see who reaches skin first. Everything but my red platform heels come off. His jeans and boxers stay on too, pushed down to his ankles. I’m still in awe of his amazing body. I could stare at him for hours, studying his tattoos. I wonder what they would teach me about him. He lifts me so I’m sitting on the counter.
“I want to taste that pussy again,” he says, spreading my legs and running his tongue along my soaking wet slit. When he pulls away, there’s a string of my juices stretched from his tongue to my opening. He licks it up and dives in for more, eating me out like a starving man.