Never Leave — Alex Jace

The truth is out. Carlton takes Jem on a tour of a previously secret part of his life, where they consummate their deepest fantasy. Now that they've shared their lives with each other, the only question is whether either of them will ever want to leave.

4100-word MM erotic romance.

Excerpt from NEVER LEAVE:

At last the lift slowed to a halt and they stepped out onto the top floor. It was a world of huge glass windows and elegant furnishings, simple but expensive. Jem was delighted; he liked to imagine Carlton here thinking about him.

Carlton put a hand at the small of his back and guided him into his corner office. Jem's attention and his breath immediately caught. The view from the floor-to-ceiling windows was spectacular, the whole city laid out glittering beneath them, fresh and sparkling from last night's rain. Everything looked so tiny it was like standing over a model village; Jem could see tiny cars winding their way through tiny streets. He leaned into the glass, pleased beyond words.

“Nice, isn't it?” Carlton smiled at his side.

“We're so high.” It was like being an eagle, ready to soar. He spotted another tall glass building opposite, also with these stunning windows. “Can they see us?”

The hand at his back pressed him tighter against the glass. Carlton nipped at his throat, making him shiver. “What do you think?”

“Well…” Jem shifted, losing his train of thought. It was hard to think with Carlton doing this to him, keeping him pinned against the glass.

“Would you like it if they could see you here?” Carlton nuzzled into his throat, making Jem groan, his head falling back against Carlton's broad shoulder. “I think you would.” He slid a hand down to cup Jem through the front of his trousers, squeezing gently.

“Ah.” Jem was completely unable to concentrate now. It was hard to think of anything but Carlton kissing his throat, stroking his cock. “How… how do you always know?”

“Know what?” Carlton applied a gentle pressure that was driving him crazy.

“What I'm thinking.”

“Oh.” Carlton smiled against his throat. “You're consistent that way. You always like the thought of getting caught.” He pulled Jem's hands up and out, pushed his feet apart, making him stand spreadeagled against the glass. “You'd like it if somebody could see you right now. Getting teased against a window.” He pushed hard against Jem's ass, and Jem moaned, a steady throb of heat in his belly.

“I want…” Jem couldn't think enough to get out words. He rested his forehead against the cool glass, staying obediently in place while those wicked hands wandered.

“Yes?” Carlton murmured, holding him lightly to grind against his ass.

“Desk.”

He could feel Carlton catch his breath against him. This was an intense shared fantasy. From the moment Carlton had first called him at work to tell him he was fantasising about fucking him over his desk, Jem had been picturing it in dozens of ways. How hard Carlton would take him, how good it would feel. He had hardly dared hope that some day it would actually happen. He shivered in anticipation.

They approached the desk together. It was a huge expanse of polished, shining dark wood, simply laid out with a laptop and papers. The wood gleamed a rich mahogany colour just like it had in the photo. Plenty of room to be spread open on it. Even looking at it made Jem's stomach contract with a sudden surge of hunger. Carlton would pin him so hard as he pounded him.

Carlton sounded slightly hoarse. “I think about you here all the time. Getting you open and fucking you. Hard to focus on work.”

“I can imagine.” Jem couldn't seem to catch his breath, the promise of this ultimate fantasy so near. “I want…” Carlton's arm slipped around him and he squirmed, unable to help it, transfixed by the thought. “I want…”

“I'm going to finally fuck you on that damn desk.” It was a primal growl of hunger, thrilling him down to his toes.