Chapter 8

After work hours, Noram insisted that we needed to talk more, but I knew it was just another excuse. I could have easily left, pretended I forgot about his request and had something urgent to attend to, or come up with any other excuse. But the truth was, just like he was chasing me, I was crazy about kissing him again.

It was difficult to focus on my work and instruct all the kitchen staff after the scene we had in his office. It was even harder to forget his hard-on under my fingers. We had never gone this far before; the most we had done were kisses and furtive touches around the restaurant. But even with just our lips touching, we both felt the desire to take it further.

So here I am, sitting on a bench in the back of the restaurant, in the area designated for employee breaks, waiting for the man who had explicitly stated he wanted to fuck me.

When he arrives, my entire body vibrates. Noram typically dresses in his staid and proper corporate attire that screams