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“I have a feeling you’re quite picky, but I’m confident enough to think I’ll make the cut.”

She laughed. “Arrogant, you mean.”

“Tomato,pomodoro.” He worked an arm between them, lifted the edge of her gown, and slid under the elastic of her panties. His fingers glided easily between her folds, and she arched her back with a gasp, grinding into his touch. “You like that?” he asked.

“Likeis an understatement.” She squirmed against him.

He wanted to tease and play, but his dick dug into his jeans, begging for release and warning he wouldn’t get a chance if he took his time. He wasn’t sure what that meant, but he didn’t have the desire to puzzle it out. Every time Emily moaned, his cock twitched. He zeroed in on the swollen nub between her legs. Her breathing grew more frantic, and when she dug her fingers into his arms, her nails stung his skin.Christ. This was delicious.

He nipped her earlobe. “Come for me,passerotta.” He traced circles around her clit, tightening up and pressing harder in time with the thrust of her hips.

She tilted her head back, eyelids fluttering, as a delicious cry tore from her throat. He didn’t let up until she shuddered away from his touch. How had they not woken up Justin? Antonio didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed.

Emily rested her forehead on Antonio’s shoulder and gave a soft giggle. “We have company.” Her mouth moved against his neck.

Behind him, leather creaked, and he heard the distinct sound of a zipper sliding down.

“I want you inside me, while he watches,” Emily murmured as she fumbled with the button on Antonio’s jeans.

Pain spiked through his neck, and he grunted. Agony stabbed his crotch. His eyes flew open, and Justin’s office swam into view from a very different perspective than the one Antonio had seconds earlier. He sat up with a soft groan, stretching and rolling his neck, to get rid of the crick. The vivid dream wasn’t as easy to wipe from his mind. He was rock hard, to the point it ached. Dream-Emily’s voice lingered in his head, dancing with her taste and the heat of her soft skin.

He swung his legs around to plant his feet on the floor, and his erection roared in protest at being bent into such an awkward angle. He stood and adjusted himself.

He and Justin had finished up at about two in the morning. Rather than waste the time it would take to drive home, they each claimed a couch, to get a few hours of sleep. Late nights of coding, followed by a bit of tossing and turning, and a full day of work—it was a ridiculous thing to say at thirty, but he was getting too old for this shit.

The clock on the wall read five fifty. What an ungodly fucking hour. Justin was still asleep, brown hair brushing his eyes. Like in the dream, it was one of those rare moments when he looked peaceful. The scruff of a day’s worth of beard darkened his chin. Antonio itched to run his fingers over the coarse stubble.

He needed to shake this off now, before the work day started. He adjusted himself as best he could, and untucked his shirt when he couldn’t hide the bulge. Fortunately, no one would be in the office for a little while. There was a small gym on the main floor—a facility they built for employees. Until about six months ago, Antonio used the equipment on a daily basis. These days, he was more likely to use the spare change of clothes he kept on site for mornings like this.

He grabbed his gym bag from his locker and picked the private shower stall at the far end of the room. When he stripped out of his clothes, his dick sprang loose, grateful to finally be free of its prison. He turned on the water, stepped underneath the spray, and leaned his forehead against cool tile as the icy needles biting into his back shifted to warm, then nearly scalding.

He wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroked slowly. This was the only way he’d be able to focus today. In his mind, the intensity of the dream melted into a different, more familiar fantasy. One where Justin came looking for him. The shower door would creak open, and Justin would step into the small space, naked, his chest smooth and cock standing at attention.

The daydreams used to make it difficult for Antonio to look Justin in the eye. When he figured out diving into the images made it easier to get through the day, he surrendered.

He tightened his grip on his dick, increasing the pace as the pictures in his mind played out. Justin kissed him hard enough that teeth dug into lips. He yanked the short strands of Antonio’s hair and tugged. Antonio didn’t need more prompting. He kissed down the bare chest, dipping his tongue over curves of definition and pausing to tease and nip at a flat brown nipple. He mentally continued his journey, sinking to his knees as he went. Kissing Justin’s pelvis before finally reaching his destination. He licked over the head of Justin’s cock and was rewarded with a thrust of the hips, before he took the length into his mouth.

In his fantasy, Antonio sucked and licked. The taste of precum ghosted on his tongue. In real life, with the heat of the shower pounding into his back, he stroked his erection in time with the visions in his head. He lost track of time, as the daydream overlapped the real world. Justin tightened his grip on Antonio’s hair, thrusting hard and desperate. He growled when he climaxed, spurting hot, salty fluid against the back of Antonio’s throat.

Antonio came hard, shudders wracking his body as he squirted against the tile. Sticky white covered his hand. He kept jerking until he was raw and spent. His pulse hammered in his ears, and his heart scraped his ribs. He stood still for several minutes, using one hand to keep himself upright, while his shaky legs struggled to steady themselves. Once he was put together enough—mentally to think, and physically enough to stand—he finished his shower. With the pleasant traces of dream and fantasy hovering at the back of his thoughts but no longer clouding them, maybe he could get some work done.

It would be even better if the subjects of both decided they could get along, but he wasn’t holding his breath.

* * * *

EMILY GRABBED A TOASTERpastry out of the box in the cupboard and made a note, using the pad on the fridge, that they needed more. “How did you get the dataset to scale for that many users and still return real-time results?”

“Industry secret. You’re not the only genius in the house.” Cynthia sat at the kitchen table, tablet to one side and coffee in front of her. She and Emily were discussing a breakthrough Cynthia had with her development and where to go next. “Seriously, though. If you have time this weekend, I’ll show you. It’s kind of a hack, but it works amazingly well. And don’t think I didn’t notice you changing the subject.”

“Who? Me?” Emily laughed. “We were done with the previous conversation.”

Cynthia raised an eyebrow. “Right. Let’s gloss over the fact that your new contract is the guy you went home with, Saturday night. The sexy geeky guy with the bad pickup lines.”

“Who hates what my job stands for and understands professional boundaries as well as anyone.” Emily stuck out her tongue. “Yes. Let’s please not dwell on that.” She took another bite of her food, just as her phone rang.

“Let the poor woman finish breakfast before you hound her,” Cynthia yelled playfully at the chiming device.

Emily wished it was that easy to get a phone to shut up. Grant’s name was on the screen, and she hurried to answer. “This is Emily.” She tried to keep the hesitation from her voice, but some leaked in. Yesterday’s potential conflict of interest, successfully suppressed after a night of sleep, rushed back to meet her full force. Not that Grant needed to know there’d been any hiccups. “What can I do for you?”


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