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Adam gave a shrug. “I thought it would be more fun to let you stew a little. I was sure you had something on your mind. I just let you… think about it.” He gave Paul an evil grin.

Oh, he’d thought about it, all right.

Paul got out of the car and waited to lock it. Adam stood, cane in hand. Paul glanced at the driveway, assessing any risks. “Left, about ten feet to the edge of the front path.”

“Thank you.”

Paul heard the note of gratitude and realized he’d correctly assessed Adam’s mood. His boss wanted more opportunities to be independent. It was only in that moment that the full import of what was happening hit Paul. He thought back to the articles he’d read online and had to fight hard to keep in the triumphant cry that was right there in his throat.

Adam had come through the depression stage. Hell, he’d already steamed through the period of reassessment and reaffirmation, because what Paul was seeing was the reawakened desire to live again, as independently as possible. It was early days, true, but that remark on the boat told Paul plenty. Adam had shown a willingness to identify himself as blind.

Would you look at that? Adam Kent is learning to cope.

Paul was on such a high. He knew there would be days ahead when it wasn’t like this, when things would seem bleak again, but it was a step in the right direction.

He followed Adam to the front door and was about to open it when he had another brainwave. “Here, give me the cane. You open the door.”

Adam grinned and handed it over. Paul got out the keys and located the correct one before placing the bunch in Adam’s palm, the key between his fingers. “There you go.”

Adam fumbled at first, but then the tumblers clicked into place and it swung open. That grin was still in evidence when Paul got through the front door, closing it behind him.

“Do you want—?”

It was as far as he got before Adam pushed him roughly up against the hall wall, hand moving to grab his chin. The cane fell to the floor. “Not a sound. I’m not finished, remember?” Still holding Paul firmly, he skimmed his right hand over Paul’s chest, pausing to take hold of a nipple and tweak it hard through the fabric of his T-shirt, Paul moaned. Adam only did it harder.

Fuck, that felt good.

“You like that, don’t you?” Adam slowly withdrew his left hand that held him in place. “Do I have to tell you not to move?”

Paul already knew the answer to that one. “No, Sir,” he whispered, grinning like an idiot and thankful Adam couldn’t see him. His pulse raced, his cock throbbed and he couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

Adam patted his cheek. “Good boy.” Leisurely, almost lazily, he leaned in until his breath feathered Paul’s mouth. “I remember this mouth,” he murmured against Paul’s lips. Paul closed his eyes at the feel of Adam’s tongue tracing the contours of his mouth, its movement unhurried. Adam broke off and pulled back. “Open for me.” His voice was hoarse.

Paul obeyed, shuddering when Adam slid his tongue between parted lips, exploring him, licking the roof of his mouth and then taking Paul’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugging on it, gently at first, before sucking on it. Paul fed low cries into Adam’s mouth, his fingers aching with the need to touch Adam, body tingling. Adam continued to twist and tug on his nipple, the sensation balancing a thin line between pleasure and pain, but a sweet, dark pain that made him yearn for more.

When Adam moved his left hand to take hold of Paul’s aching cock through his shorts, Paul trembled, his breath coming out in short bursts.

Adam grinned against his lips. “And I definitely remember this dick.” He squeezed it, hard, making Paul gasp. Adam chuckled. “But my mouth has forgotten what it tastes like. I think we need to resolve that, now.” He stepped back, fingers still on Paul’s erection, rubbing along its length with unhurried strokes.

Paul was torn between cursing in disappointment that the kiss had come to an end and shivering with desire for what was to come. But Adam had said nothing about moving. Paul stayed still, following his instincts.

Adam nodded, smiling in approval. “Very good,” he praised. “Hand me the cane and get yourself into the library. I want you on the couch, naked.” His smile widened. “And unlike the first time I sampled the delights of your cock, this time I want to slow things down a lot. Let my tongue discover every inch of you.”

Paul’s shaft throbbed in Adam’s hand. Adam laughed. “Oh, someone likes that idea.” He let go and moved aside. “Library. Now.”

Paul didn’t need to be told again.

He picked up the cane from the floor, handed it to Adam and made a dash for the library. The temptation to rip his clothing off along the way was tempered by the realization that Adam needed an obstacle free path to follow him. Once inside the room, he stripped off and sat on the couch, stroking his dick. Paul breathed in deeply in an effort to slow down his pounding heart. He was so close, there was a real risk of him coming the second Adam had his first taste.

Adam was strolling across the hall as if he had all bloody day.

In spite of his predicament, Paul smiled.
He knows how worked up I am, the sod.

Adam entered the library, tapped his way over to the couch, stopped at the corner of it and began to undress, each movement deliberate, almost lethargic. He folded his T-shirt with care, placing it over the arm. He unfastened his shorts and Paul had to bite back a whimper when that thick, full cock bounced up and hit Adam’s belly when released. Adam paid it no mind, but stepped out of his shorts with the same prissy attention he’d already shown the rest of his clothing.

It was only the sight of Adam’s magnificent erection that told Paul his boss was as turned on as he was.

Adam walked along the length of the couch until his leg met Paul’s. He knelt on the wooden floor in front of him and grimaced. He held out a hand. “Cushion, please. I see no reason why I should suffer any discomfort.” Adam smirked and removed his glasses, exchanging them for the cushion. Shoving it under his knees, Adam placed his hands on Paul’s thighs and pushed them apart, spreading him, opening him up.

Oh, God, yes. More.

He delved under Paul’s arse, grabbing it and yanking Paul forward until his arse cheeks rested on the edge of the seat cushion, his hole revealed.

“That’s better,” Adam said with a grin. “Everything right where I can get at it.”

Paul caught his breath as Adam slid his hands along Paul’s thighs, massaging the skin, moving with such painstaking care that he wanted to scream in frustration.

Come on, come on, do it.
The muscles in his belly quivered and jumped, his dick pointing to the ceiling, already leaking. And yet Adam did nothing but move his thumbs in slow circles, kneading the flesh, that evil grin still in evidence. In a rush of insight, Paul knew what he had to do.

“Please, Sir. Please.”

Adam hummed, his eyebrows raised as if to say,
there, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?
But all such thoughts were wiped from Paul’s mind when Adam leaned forward, his hand wrapping around the base of Paul’s dick, and languidly licked from the balls to the head.

“Oh.” The word shuddered out of him.

Adam chuckled. “Only, ‘oh’? I must be slipping.” He held the shaft firmly around the base and took the head into his hot, wet mouth.

Paul tilted his head back into the seat cushions with a groan that echoed around the room. “Fuck!”

Adam pulled off with an audible pop and laughed gleefully. “That’s more like it!”

Paul wanted to growl, to call Adam a bastard, but the words died in his throat when Adam slid down his dick until his nose was buried in Paul’s pubes. Adam hummed, his mouth full of hard cock, and grabbed Paul’s balls, pulling gently on them.

“God, yes. Fuck, that feels amazing,” Paul gasped out, pushing up with his hips as Adam retreated. Adam chuckled around his length but didn’t change his speed one jot, his pace tortuous. He sucked at the head, his cheeks hollowing, before sliding his mouth along the shaft, only to repeat the process all over again, until Paul was climbing the walls, crying out with the need to come.

Adam tightened his lips around Paul’s cock, his hand moving up on the shaft to meet his mouth, speeding up, the suction increased. Paul wailed when Adam pulled free, leaving his hand stroking the hard flesh, those pink-rimmed eyes turned on him, their pupils blown. Adam’s grin faded as he slid his hand purposefully up Paul’s body, over his belly that shuddered beneath his touch, his fingers tracing a line over his sternum, up his neck, finally reaching his mouth. He pushed two fingers between Paul’s lips. “Get them wet.”

Heat spread throughout Paul’s body, a gradual tide that reached every part of him. He rolled his tongue around those two thick digits until they were thoroughly wet. Adam nodded in approval and withdrew them. Paul swallowed, the hairs on his arms standing to attention as Adam moved with calculated indolence until his fingers circled Paul’s hole, tapping it, rubbing over it in slow, lingering passes. Paul squirmed, trying to push down, wanting—no,
needing
—to feel them inside him.

Adam sped up his hand movements, his finger pressing against the ring of muscle. “You’re there, aren’t you?” His rich voice flowed over Paul, sensuous like rippling silk. “I can feel the tension in you. You’re right on the edge.” He smirked. “Of course, I could keep you there, edge you until you can’t last another second, until you’re begging me to let you come.”

“Adam!” Paul howled, his thighs trembling, arms outstretched, fingers digging into the seat cushion. “Please, oh please!”

Adam smiled, his grip tightening on Paul’s shaft. “But seeing as you asked so nicely…” He sank both fingers deep into Paul’s body, his gaze focused unnervingly on Paul’s face. “Come for me,” he whispered and crooked his fingers to stroke them over Paul’s gland.

Paul arched up off the couch, his rigid cock shooting out a jet of come that hit him square on the chin. He hollered, body singing with ecstasy, taut as a bow string, while his dick pulsed out its last drops.

Adam laughed, a joyous sound that filled the room. “Beautiful.” He let go of Paul’s cock and grasped his own solid shaft, giving three quick pumps before aiming it over Paul’s chest and abs, hot come spattering over him in drops. Adam grunted with the exertion, bracing himself on Paul’s thighs, his body jolted by his climax.

When he was done, Adam sat back on his haunches, grinning. “Come here.”

Paul slid off the couch and knelt in front of Adam, still shaking. Adam stroked up his arm and the back of his neck to curl around Paul’s nape, tugging him forward until Adam’s lips were scant inches from his own.

“Thank you,” Adam whispered, before brushing his lips over Paul’s in a kiss that began almost casually but deepened as Adam claimed his mouth again and again. Paul shivered as Adam slowly lapped up the come from his skin, humming with satisfaction and licking his lips. “You taste good.”

Paul felt utterly boneless, holding onto Adam’s upper arms to support himself, drowning in a sensual kiss that was like no other he’d experienced.

He only knew he didn’t want it to end.

Adam broke the kiss and Paul bit back his sigh. A
ll good things come to an end, don’t they?
He couldn’t complain, not after the way the day had gone. The last thing he’d expected that morning was being on the receiving end of another stellar blow-job.
Fuck, but the man can kiss…

It wouldn’t do to let his boss to what extent his kisses affected Paul. Adam wielded enough power as it was.

Adam rose to his feet, bringing Paul with him. “I don’t know about you, but I need a shower.”

“Sure.” Paul was still trying to get his breath back from that kiss. “I’ll have one after you.” He went to move aside but Adam held onto his arm.

“And there was I thinking you’d be into water conservation.”

It took a few seconds for the meaning behind Adam’s words to register. “Oh.” The thought of showering with Adam sent icy fingers tickling up and down his back.
This day keeps getting better and better.

Adam chuckled. “There’s that ‘oh’ again. We really need to work on widening your vocabulary, especially if you’re going to work on my books.” He leaned forward, lips brushing over Paul’s cheek until they reached his nose, whereupon he gave it a little kiss.

When Adam’s hand landed with a loud smack on Paul’s left arse cheek, he yelped. “Hey! What was that for?”

“Not moving fast enough,” Adam replied. “Shower. Now.”

“Yes, Sir.” Paul was so glad Adam couldn’t see his expression. He was grinning like an idiot again.

* * * * * *

Paul finished drying the dishes to the strains of a Bach cantata drifting through from the library. He smiled to himself: when Adam listened to classical music, it was usually an indication he was in a good mood.

Not that Paul was surprised, after the day they’d had. He tried to ignore the tiny part of him that kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It’s not gonna be like before. He’s come through all that shit. He’s getting his life back.

“When you’re done, can you come into the library?”

Paul nearly leaped out of his skin. “Bloody hell.” He dropped a mug, which caught on the sink on its way down and shattered, shards of porcelain flying all over the place.

Adam stood in the doorway, eyebrows arched. “Did I startle you? Sorry, I didn’t think I’d been that quiet.” He spoke in a calm, level voice.

Paul opened the cupboard under the sink and stretched to reach the dustpan and brush. “No, it’s my fault. I was lost in my own little world.”

Adam smiled. “I hope it was a nice world, at least.”

He looked up from his task of sweeping the remains of the mug into the pan. “You said you want me in the library?”

Adam nodded. “No hurry. It can wait until you bring some coffee through.” He smiled and left Paul to it.

Paul paused and stared at the open doorway.
What now?
He hoped to God Adam wasn’t about to say something to spoil the way he was feeling right then. Because at that moment, Paul really liked his boss. Post-depression Adam was shaping up to be a nice guy. Someone who sent Paul’s heartbeat racing and his cock filling. And someone who made him feel good about himself.