“Sam.” I stand up, cautiously stepping towards him with my arms out like one would with a skittish animal. “She won't hate you. It’s not a big deal.” It is. It’s a big fucking deal on so many levels, but I can’t let him know that.Fuck, is he right? Did I cheat on Harlow?She's going to have my dick for this, and she’ll probably put it on her wall in a jar next to the other ones.
“No, no.” He shakes his head. “I’ll beg for her forgiveness when she comes back. I’ll let her know how sorry I am.”
I adjust my pants and quickly realize that was not the best decision because his eyes followed the movement, locking in on my hard cock.
His eyes snap up to mine, and a flash of fear takes over. “Fuck.” I sigh, taking a step back. There's two types of people he doesn't like to be around; straight women and gay men. If he thinks because I’m so affected by him that I would force myself on him then I’m gonna lose him. He’s quickly becoming one of the most important people in my life. I can’t lose him. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Sam. I would never hurt you.”
“I need to go,” he says and turns around, running out of my office.
“Damn it,” I growl, grabbing handfuls of my hair. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Sure as fuck not like this.
I shouldn't be feeling like this when I have the woman I've been craving for as long as I can remember. I have the love of my life. I should not be having these urges, these feelings for another person.
If anyone is dying when she gets back, it's me. She’s gonna kill me. And fuck, maybe I deserve it.