"Oh my God. Look!"

I downed my shot then turned around.

"What? I don't see any-" Oh. My. God. Was I really seeing this and not hallucinating? I held onto Amy and Luke's shoulders. "Are Eric and Marcus really out on the dance floor? Dancing like--" I couldn't even say it. It was a moment to cherish, to store in my mind forever. The way Eric and Marcus were dancing with the same moves told me they'd obviously danced together before. What else had they done? And how was I supposed to work without a perpetual hard-on now?

"This is the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen. If only this wasn't a work event. Seeing Eric and Marcus kiss would fuel my fantasies for-"

"Hey! What the fuck? You're not gay." Luke was looking at Amy like she had grown three heads and frankly, I was too.

She threw her hands up. "What? I find two guys together pretty hot. I know you do. What's wrong with wishing I could see a little action between the two hottest attorneys in the firm? I wonder how many more shots it would take before they started taking their clothes off?"

My eyes grew wide as I looked at Amy. Damn. She sure hid that freak side well.

I turned away from Amy to look back at the dance floor. Eric and Marcus were dancing even closer now. I agreed with Amy whole heartedly. I wanted to see them kiss. Better yet, I wanted Marcus to kiss me. Now. My dick got even harder. Someone shook my shoulder.

"Hey Ryan, you've got a little drool coming out of your mouth."

I ignored her. I wasn't going to take my eyes off of Marcus for a second. Oh sure Eric was hot too, but there was just something about Marcus that stoked my desire. His smoldering looks, his self-control, his dominance of opposing attorneys… many of fantasies had started with Marcus cornering me, telling me how much he desired me and could no longer hold back. What I wouldn't give for that to happen in real life.

"Come on, let's go out on the floor and dance. You need to cut loose and have some fun." Luke dragged me out on the floor, blocking my view of Marcus and Eric. I was supposed to have fun tonight, but I'd rather stand on the sidelines and watch Marcus dance. Instead, I was dragged into a dance circle with other firm paralegals.

"I think we're a few shots behind everyone else, and we're definitely not having as much fun as Eric's team. I'm gonna get us more shots."

Luke patted my shoulder and left for the bar. I kept dancing, doing some of my silly moves. I loosened up when the alphas didn't surround me. We downed the shots Luke brought and then I got really silly. Which is what usually happens when I get buzzed. The only bad part was that I still couldn't see Marcus.

We danced for what felt like hours. I was dying of thirst and needed a break. I wandered over to the bar and asked for plain water. I chugged down the entire glass. I had lost my buzz a while ago so I ordered another shot. Now it was time for a bathroom break. I walked out of the bathroom and stopped. Marcus was walking down the hallway towards me. He looked like a wet dream. A sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, and his hair was tousled. It looked like he had been having a good time. His eyes were full of desire and locked on me, and he walked with a predatory swagger as he prowled down the hallway closer and closer.

I stood and stared, probably with my mouth dropped open. Who could blame me? I scooted to the side to let him pass, but he followed me in my turn trapping me between his arms against the wall.

"You thought you'd hide on the other side of the floor from me?"

What? Uh, I actually couldn't think anymore. I stared in his hazel eyes as he dragged a finger up my right side, over my collarbone, up my neck and over my cheek. I had to be fantasizing. What was in that shot I took?

"I've had my eye on you for years, ever since you started. I've had strong self-control until you moved into my section."

I couldn't look away. I didn't want to blink. If I was passed out and dreaming, I sure as hell didn't want it to stop. This couldn't be real. There was no way this was real, that Marcus was living out my most favorite fantasy. I had to be hallucinating.

The hallucination felt pretty real, though, when he grabbed my wrist and pulled it over my head, holding it there. Then he did it with my other wrist. Marcus was only a few inches away. I could feel his hot breath on my lips. I could feel the heat from his body. I could see the lust in his eyes. This proved that it was a hallucination. I was probably actually staring in the bathroom mirror.

"You have no idea how hard it's been." He leaned in, rubbing his nose around mine. "Pun intended." He ran his nose down my cheek. I turned my head to give him better access to my neck. He kissed my neck and licked down to my collarbone then ran his nose up the other side of my neck. It was a good thing he was holding me up as I had lost strength in my legs. I was so hard I hurt.

I arched my back trying to rub my dick on him, to get some pleasure, some release, but he was leaning too far back. I felt his breath on my cheek as he spoke. "I've been an exemplary member of the firm for years. And then you move in my section and I lose my fucking mind. Do you know how hard it's been for me to not bend you over my desk and fuck you?"

Oh. My. God.

He leaned back enough for me to look into his eyes again. I was going to combust if he looked at me any longer. "I thought I could handle this party tonight. But I failed to account for watching you dance." And then he dipped his head and kissed me.

Marcus

His lips were so soft. He didn't respond at first and I had worried I read him wrong- until he kissed me back in earnest. I leaned my body against his, felt his hard erection while we devoured each other like we'd die unless we kept kissing. I wanted to climb inside him. I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted to be the only alpha he ever saw.

I guess this is what it took to make me break, because I sure as hell snapped. There was no going back from this now. I couldn't pretend anymore that I wasn't affected by him, that I didn't want him. I wasn't going to pretend I was fine with Luke, that alpha asshole paralegal, hanging all over him. Ryan was mine. It was about fucking time he knew that too.

I let go of one hand and cradled the side of his head. I wanted to hold him right there, diving my tongue into his mouth, flaming my arousal, my pleasure. I realized then that I had been grinding on him. I didn't want to cum in my pants, so I stopped. I didn't want our first time together to be in the hallway of a dance club, at a company party. I was sure Ryan wouldn't be impressed either.

I slowly pulled away from his lips, the distance physically paining me. "I want to fuck you. I want to know every inch of you. I want to brand you so you don't forget you're mine. Please tell me you want that too. I want to take you back to my place right now." I pleaded with my eyes, promising incomparable pleasures.

Ryan's eyes were dazed. He licked his lips, muttering, and nodded his head. He swallowed and I watched the sweat run down his neck over his Adam's apple. I leaned in and stuck my tongue out, licking a long stroke all the way up the left side of his neck. He tasted delicious. He smelled divine. I softly kissed him under his jaw. I was so tempted to mark him as mine, to nip him, so everyone would know he had an alpha, but I held myself off.

I raised my head up, gazing into his eyes again. "So, are you game?" I rose one eyebrow and he nodded his head. "Good boy." He licked his lips, and my eyes dragged down to watch.

"Let's go out the back. I'll call my car." I gave him another quick kiss before I forced myself away from him. I had to or we'd be here all night, fucking in the hallway. I stood up and tried to straighten my clothes and rearrange my hard dick so it didn't hurt as much. Ryan was still leaning against the wall, panting. I smiled, grabbed a hand and led him out the back of the club. It hadn't been the first time I've rendered someone speechless before, but doing it to Ryan made me feel like a fucking god.

"Bill, can you pull around to the back of the club? We'll walk down the alley to 47th." I put my phone back while still holding Ryan's hand. We got in the back of my car for the short drive to my penthouse. Our hands were still intertwined. Ryan looked like he couldn't quite believe his luck. Had he had too much to drink? As much as it would physically pain me, I wasn't going to do anything if Ryan was too drunk. For one, I didn't take advantage of anyone. Besides, I wanted him to remember everything.

"Hey, have you had too much to drink?" He looked at me with a goofy smile on his face. He shook his head no. I narrowed my eyes, worried that he was too far gone. "You're staring at me smiling."

He giggled.

"I just can't believe I'm here with you. And that we're going back to your place... and that you've had a crush on me for years just like I've had a crush on you." He didn't sound drunk, he wasn't slurring his words, but this was not the Ryan I knew from work. I planned to give him lots of water when we got to my place.

"This has been a fantasy of mine for so long. This can't really be happening. There's no way. I have to be dreaming and I can't wait for what happens next."

"You're not dreaming. This is not in your head. This is real life and I'm right fucking here. Got it?"

He nodded his head, still smiling, actually more like beaming. I leaned over and pinched the back of his hand.

"What did you do that for?"

I leaned back.

"I wanted to make sure you knew this was real and not some dream fantasy." He blinked at me, looked down at his hand. He looked back up at me with wide eyes. "Are you with me now?"

"This is real." I nodded my head.

"Yes it is." He smirked and winked.

"I-," he stopped to laugh, "I've been crushing on you since the first day I saw you." I guess it was just a matter of time before we ended up together. I rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand while I stared at him. I couldn't wait to take him upstairs.