Donovan’s eyes grew wider with each step we took on the tour of my firm. I nearly thought they were going to pop out when he realized the law firm filled the top three stories of the high-rise. It was kind of cute.

He’d kept his Friday afternoon free of clients so we could start our San Francisco weekend a few hours early. Donovan started out the tour nervous, finally meeting my coworkers. By the time we were done, I could feel that my head was a little bit swollen by his awe and the pride I heard in his voice as I introduced him to people.

Giving a tour to a new client was typical, but I normally explained what the client was there for or why I was introducing them. With Donovan, I didn’t give an explanation. The obvious assumption would be that he was a client. And if they assumed something else? Well, that’s what the weekend was. Us not having to worry about what anyone else thought.

As I brought him to my office, my assistant pulled me back to clarify something about one of the cases. Donovan went on in while I chatted with her for a few minutes. I made certain to emphasize that I didn’t want to be interrupted from that point on, by anyone. That the things we were discussing trumped any case that might rear its head. As I joined Donovan, I locked the door, just to be sure. He was leaning by the wall of windows, and he glanced back as I entered but then returned to the view. “This is what you see every day? I bet on clear days, you can even see the Golden Gate Bridge.”

“That’s true. I’ll have to bring you back up here at night. That’s my favorite time.” I joined him by the window, standing behind and wrapping my hands around his waist, holding him to me. He leaned against me, and I marveled at how natural it was already.

“Well, that puts what I see outside of my window to shame. There is a squirrel that comes by every once in a while. Sometimes I think he’s waving at me. So, there is that.”

I chuckled and tightened my embrace.

“Lavender Shores is so upscale most of the time that I feel fairly cosmopolitan, plus I make it into the city frequently enough. Coming up here, seeing you like this, everybody in suits, I feel like I’m from a hick town.”

“I hardly think Lavender Shores qualifies as a hick town. That would be like saying Restoration Hardware is a Walmart.”

He shuddered.

I chuckled again. “There’s that founding family sensibility that you try to hide so well.”

He tried to twist and look at me, but I held him close, refusing to loosen my grip, enjoying the feel of his muscular back against my chest. “I’ve seen your suits, Spencer. You didn’t get those at Walmart.”

“I’ve noticed you have a thing for suits. Don’t pretend that you aren’t a little hard at touring three floors of men in suits.” I lowered my hand, grazing his groin. “See? I told you so.”

“That’s because”—he tilted his hips back so they rubbed against me—“I felt your erection pressing into me since you got in here.” He reached back between us and gave me a squeeze. “But you in a suit? That’s about as porn-worthy as it gets.”

He’d read my mind. I moved my hands to his belt, and began to unfasten it.

He stiffened, though didn’t move until I had his pants unbuttoned and the zipper all the way down. “What are you doing?”

The breathless quality of his voice said that he knew exactly what I was doing, but I played along. “What does it feel like I’m doing?” I pulled his pants down, letting them fall around his thighs and palmed his hard-on over his underwear.

“We’re in front of an entire wall of windows.”

“I know.” I slid his underwear to join his pants around his knees. “It’s four thirty on Friday. Trust me, anybody watching from the other office buildings will appreciate this pick-me-up.” I pressed into him, pushing him against the window.

He sucked in a breath, but I wasn’t sure if it was excitement or the contact with the cold glass, probably both. “But—”

Gripping his hips firmly, I knelt to one knee, and cut short any concern he had by running my tongue between his asscheeks. This time when he gasped, I didn’t have to wonder about the reason. I licked him again, and he trembled. “Spread your legs for me.”

There was a moment’s hesitation, and then he spread wide. He’d taught me a few things over the past week as I’d explored his body nearly every night and I’d committed each of those lessons of what he loved to heart—licking the tender skin of his opening, blowing, daring to push my tongue in farther and farther. With each new ministration, Donovan’s whimpers grew louder and more frenzied. I knew he was trying to keep it quiet with all the people in the office on the other side of the door, and it was amazing bringing him so close to losing control.

“Spencer, I’m about to come.”

I leaned back from his ass, feeling a bit dazed, I hadn’t even realized he’d been jerking off. I grabbed his pumping arm from behind, pressed him against the glass, and held it still. “Don’t you dare. We’re not even close to that yet.”

He let out an agonized groan, but I didn’t relent. I’d noticed Donovan liked being told what to do sexually from time to time. And he wasn’t exactly subtle about his arousal at men in suits. I figured it was high time to combine those into an orgasm he’d never forget. And merely pushing him up against the window and eating his ass for all of San Francisco to see was not what I had in mind.

“You good?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, and I wondered what the cleaning crew would think of the smudges on the window that evening.

“Good man.” I stood, walked away from him, and sat behind my desk.

Donovan stared after me, still standing at the window. After a second he took a couple steps back from the glass and started to pull up his underwear and pants.

I shook my head at him. “Oh no you don’t. Take them off.”

He hesitated, halfway bent over. “What are you doing?”

“The question isn’t what I’m doing; it’s what you’re doing.” I could barely keep from laughing; I felt a little silly trying this role-play.

He glanced toward the closed office door. “There’s about thirty people out there. And we have to go soon. Our dinner reservations are—”

“Do I look like I care about dinner?” I gestured toward the office door. “And, we can be quiet. But if they happen to hear something….” I shrugged. “They’ll just be jealous they’re not me.” Maybe I was pushing things too far.

Donovan looked back and forth between me, the office door, window, then back at me. Then, nervously, he took off his shoes, and stepped out of his pants and underwear. He started to remove his socks.

“No, leave those on.”

He hesitated again, licked his lips, and then straightened, standing tall. If his straining erection jutting through the opening in his shirttails was any indication, I wasn’t forcing things too far.

And judging from my own erection screaming to get out of my pants, I was enjoying this just as much as I figured I would. After all these years, it was time to fulfill some of the fantasies I’d tried so hard to keep at bay. “Stroke yourself for me.”

His pause was briefer this time, and he wrapped his long fingers around his shaft and began to stroke. His enjoyment was obvious as he wasn’t pumping trying to orgasm, but showing off.

This had been all to try to fulfill a fantasy for Donovan, but watching the man I desired for so long, standing in my office, all my coworkers a few feet away, and the entire city of San Francisco in view, I realized I might be getting more out of this than he was. He looked like a fucking sex god, those muscled legs flexing as he stroked his long, thick erection, swiping his fingers over the head and smearing his precome over his shaft, his chest muscles twitching beneath his shirt, and his fully lust-filled gaze boring into me. It took every ounce of self-control to not unzip my pants and join him. It was only through reminding myself that this was for him that allowed me to endure. But I wasn’t going to last as long as originally intended.

I swiveled my chair, clearing the edge of the desk and spread my legs wide. “Come closer.”

Donovan crossed the office, stroking his dick with every step, and came to stop within arm’s reach of me. He didn’t say anything. Yeah, he was enjoying being told what to do.

“Leave your dick alone.”

He did.

I already knew what I was going to tell him to do next, the true test to see if he really would do anything I asked, but I got distracted by his freed erection. I stared, watching the precome roll down his cock. I wanted to get on my knees, take him into my mouth, feel him shooting down my throat.

Again, this was his fantasy. Not mine.

Although, at this point, this was equal to any fantasy I’d ever had.

His cock twitched a couple times, which made me tremble. He must’ve noticed, because he twitched it again. I glanced up to him and saw confirmation there. He knew exactly what he was doing. Donovan was always hot, but seeing him like this, exposed in front of me, that glint of seduction in his eyes, I didn’t know he could look that good. I didn’t know anyone could look that good.

I had to force myself to get back on track. I also made certain my voice left no room for question. “Take off your shirt.”

Donovan reached up and began unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“No, not like that.”

He paused.

Here went nothing. “Rip it off.”

His brows knitted in confusion. “You want me to rip off my shirt?”

“Yes.”

“But this is what I’m wearing to the—”

It seemed I’d left room for question in my tone after all. I fixed that. “Rip it off, Donovan.”

There was another heartbeat of a pause, then he curled his fingers around the fastened hems and yanked. Buttons flew across the office, hitting the window, filing cabinets, the desk, my chest. I seriously almost orgasmed right there.

“Holy fuck.” I hadn’t meant to whisper that, but damn. “Now, take it off.”

He did, chest and shoulder muscles rippling as he pulled his arms free, and let the ruined shirt fall to the floor.

I almost considered skipping the next part of the plan, knowing that I would have to be careful to keep from coming, but I thought he’d like it, and at this point, I needed to see it, feel it, cement it in my memory. I angled my hips up, unzipped my pants and pulled my erection through my fly, leaving the belt fastened and everything else in place, and then sat back down in the office chair. “Get on your knees and blow me.”

He whimpered.

As Donovan got to his knees, he started to reach for his dick, but stopped himself, instead putting his hands on both of my thighs, running them over the fabric as he lowered his head and took my dick into his mouth.

At his wet heat consuming me, I had to put my hand on the back of his head and hold him still, more to keep from orgasming than actually controlling his body. Either way, it worked, he let out a long animal-like growl. His tongue moved along my shaft as his hands continued to stroke over my pants, squeezing my thigh muscles, and then traveling down my calves, across my dress shoes, and then back up again. I released his head. “Slowly. Don’t make me come because I’m going to fuck you after this.”

Donovan groaned again. He sucked in a few panting breaths around my dick and then began to bob his head, slowly, deliciously, using his tongue up my length, over the head, and dart into the slit slightly before swallowing me once more.

I was right, I was too aroused to last, and Donovan’s mouth was too talented. “Enough.”

With instant obedience, Donovan rose off my cock, sat back on his heels, and lifted his gaze to mine. I’d thought I’d seen him full of desire before, but it was nothing compared to how he looked at me now. Like he wanted to devour me, but was simply waiting for permission. I leaned over, and gripped his jaw with my hands and kissed him. I filled his mouth with my tongue, claiming him, teasing him, rejoicing that he was mine.

Donovan grasped my dick as we kissed and began to stroke.

The orgasm built in the base of my balls, and I broke the kiss, stepping back, causing the chair to roll away. “Stand up.”

He did, the trail of precome following him up from the floor like a spider’s web. The sight was too much, and I allowed myself to break the fantasy, just for a second. I bent over and took the head of his cock into my mouth, tasting his salty sweetness, savoring the slickness as he coated my tongue. At his moan, I released him and straightened once more, then turned and pulled open the drawer, retrieving a small bottle of lube and a condom I’d bought earlier in the day.

As I opened the condom, Donovan stepped nearer and ran his hands over my suit jacket, then dipping them beneath to trace over my body. I nearly corrected him as I hadn’t told him to do that, but it felt too good. I always wanted Donovan’s hands on me. I nearly had the condom out of the wrapper when he curled his fingers around my tie and gave a pull. He started to loosen the knot but I grabbed his hand and shook my head.

“Aren’t you getting naked?”

Again, I wondered if I was giving him the fantasy he desired or if it was just what I’d seen in porn when men wore suits. I shook my head.

“Oh, fuck, Spencer. Fuck.” His gaze traveled down my body, pausing at my exposed erection, then moved onto my shoes and back up.

His whispers of lust were all the answer I needed.

“Brace yourself on the desk.”

Donovan turned around, gripping the edge of the desk like he was about to get frisked, and spread his legs. I finished rolling the condom over my cock and then swiped lube over it as well. Depositing more lube on my fingers, I smeared it over his entrance, though my mouth had probably gotten him ready. He whimpered, but didn’t speak. I pushed in the tip of my thumb and he whimpered louder.

I lined up behind him, and slapped his hole a couple of times with my sheathed cock. He let out a cry with each smack. “Remember, Donovan, every noise you make, everyone in the firm out there will hear.”

It wasn’t a reprimand, but I was curious what he would do. When I’d come up with the idea, I’d been a little worried about what people would hear and what they would think. However, in the heat of the moment, I hoped they did hear. Maybe I’d regret that later, maybe not. Either way, I didn’t give a fuck in that moment.

I lined up my cock with his hole, teasing, pushing in just a touch, not enough to break the surface, then pulled away. Traced over his ass and up his back with my other hand, then stroked over his shoulder and across his chest, and brought my arm around his neck, aligning my elbow with his jaw. Then I pushed in, all at once, and all the way.

Donovan let out a sharp cry, but cut it off.

Putting pressure on the underside of his jaw, I pulled him back toward me as I shoved in a touch deeper, eliciting another gasp. I’d been inside him enough over the past week that I knew I wasn’t hurting him, at least not in a bad way.

I began a rhythm, as slow as I possibly could make it, knowing that I wasn’t going to last with how aroused I was. “Don’t let go of the desk.”

He whined, and his ass clenched around my cock, which was nearly my undoing.

 As I scraped my five-o’clock shadow against his ear, the way I knew he liked, I ran my free hand over his chest and down his abs as I fucked him. Then I encircled his straining erection, completely slick from his arousal.

My rhythm increased as my hips took control over my willpower. I began to pump his cock.

At the feel of him in my hand, and the heat and tightness of him surrounding my dick, I lost control, slamming into him over and over without any thoughts of rhythm or of making it last. “Come on my desk as I fuck you. Shoot all over it.”

He came at my words, letting out one loud strangled yell, and spraying all over the top of my desk. With the sight of his release and the clenching of his ass, my own orgasm rocketed through me, and I emptied into him, with thrust after thrust.

My orgasm subsided. I stay buried in him, securing his body to mine. After a second, he tapped my arm around his neck and I loosened it, having forgotten I still had him in a choke hold. I released his neck, and ran my hands over his body, loving the feel of him, of his skin damp from our lovemaking.

Gradually, I began to soften, and I pulled out of him, though if I could’ve stayed in him all night, I would’ve happily never left the office. I yanked out a nearby tissue and took care of the condom.

He turned to face me. He looked a little embarrassed. “Pretty sure someone heard.”

I shrugged. Nothing could concern me at that moment.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you kidding? We can try to go again and see how loud we can be for all I care.” Maybe I’d be embarrassed by that later, maybe I wouldn’t.

Relief washed over him and he let out a long, contented sigh. “That may have been the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my entire life.”

My heart soared at that. Thrilled I’d known what he needed, what he’d wanted. So grateful that I could be the one to give it to him. “Good. It wasn’t exactly mediocre for me either.”

Donovan ran his hands over my suit again, lightly, causing me to shiver. He leaned close and kissed me, then met my gaze. “I love you, Spencer.”

“I love you.” I couldn’t help myself. “Even so, I am going to have to charge you for the cost of refinishing my desk.”

He burst out with a laugh, but blushed. “Worth every penny.”

I kissed him again and stepped away. “We should get going. No reason to be late to dinner, if we can keep from it.”

He looked down at his body, then up to me. “Are you kidding? I need to clean up, and I have no shirt.”

“Oh right!” I dug into my drawer again and pulled out a pack of wet wipes. “I actually thought about that. It’s not a shower, but it’ll do. And then you can use your shirt to dry off.”

He looked impressed for a second, then his eyes narrowed. “So you’re expecting me to go shirtless? I’m pretty sure five-star restaurants have a no shirt, no service policy at the least.”

“You know, I’d like to see you try that, actually, but….” I crossed the office and unzipped a garment bag from where I’d hung it on a coatrack by the door. “You made all the plans for the weekend, so I wanted to do something. Plus, I know how you feel about suits. And if I wasn’t one-hundred-percent certain before, I sure am now.”

“You didn’t have to buy me a suit, Spencer. I own three or four of them.”

“Not a suit like this one you don’t.”

Donovan gaped at the suit. Not that I could blame him; it was definitely stare-worthy. I glanced at the clock, then at Donovan’s stunning naked body. “You know, we have enough time for me to wash you off myself. And if I happen to get distracted, I’m sure somewhere else in the city has food. Five-star or not.” I left the suit and headed back to him.

“What about you? Aren’t you going to change? You gotta have lube on the fly of your pants.”

“I bet I do. I’ll use a wet wipe. But no, every time you glance at me tonight, I want you to see this suit and remember me wearing it as I fucked you.”

His cock twitched, despite having just released. “That’s kinda gross.” His cock twitched again.

“But kinda hot too.”

He didn’t disagree.

I pulled a wet wipe from the pack and began to smooth it over his body. “Let me get you ready for dinner.”

He chuckled but began fondling my dick, which I hadn’t put away yet. “You know, I’m getting less hungry by the second. Well, kinda.”

From my body’s reaction to his touch, I knew that we were going to miss our reservation. I let the wet wipe fall to the floor and motioned toward the couch against the far wall. “Have I mentioned that I have some… therapist fantasies?”