Page 14 of Never Say Never

York's voice was rich, and I was thrust back into the club remembering how good he felt pressed against my ass as I rolled my hips against him. Thought for sure he'd shove me away, what I hadn't expected was the hard-on rubbing against me, teasing me relentlessly. It had taken everything in my power that night not to drop to my knees in the middle of the dance floor and drench York's cock in my spit.

"Paul?"

I shook my head, forcing my pressing desire for my boss down. "Yeah, sorry I was?—"

I glanced around the room with the scattered paperwork, laptop with plenty of tabs open and the board of crazy on the wall. "Working."

"On your day off?"

"I don't turn heads by only working a certain amount of hours."

York hummed.

"What's up, boss man?" I grabbed the chair, swiveling it around before plopping back down, my leg constantly bouncing. The amount of energy drinks I'd consumed coursing through my veins made me feel closer to twenty than thirty-six.

"Are you busy tonight?"

I smirked on instinct. I knew that tone of voice. I'd heard it plenty of times, a hookup coming back to ask for a second round. What could I say? I was good at what I did. I wasn't opposed to repeats; they could be fun. Until they weren't. The entire workweek York had treated me like nothing happened between us. Not that I didn't do the same, but for him to be calling meant maybe he was looking for another taste.

"No plans."

York cleared his throat. "Okay, good."

"Why, want to come over?"

"I will hang up, Paul."

"Don't, sorry. Go ahead."

Laughter trickled over the line and wormed its way down my spine. It was deep and rich, filling me with a warmth that both excited and comforted me.

"I was planning on going out again and was wondering if you'd come along."

I rested my arms on the back of the chair, staring ahead but not seeing anything as I imagined York in the club again, his arms around my waist, his lips wet from alcohol and maybe from a kiss.

"Dancing seems like a lot of work, maybe we should take it to the next level,” I said.

"The next level? What are you talking about?"

"Dinner."

"Paul, we can't?—"

"I know you're my boss in the office, but outside of it, we're two normal guys meeting up for dinner."

York went silent, and I knew this was my chance. If I didn't convince him to go out to dinner with me, I'd lose the little opportunity I had. I didn't date. There was no future for me and whoever I found as Paul. It wasn't my real identity, and I meant what I said the other night; no one could handle my kind of love. But I needed to get closer to my boss. My attraction to him aside, I needed to know every little detail about the investigation if I was going to keep my brothers safe.

"We had a great time at The Apple, right?"

"Fun, but it wasn't appropriate. As your superior, this is wrong. I wasn't calling for a repeat."

Ouch. I brushed off the disappointment and pushed on.

"It's only wrong if you show me favoritism in the office. Last I checked, you're a hardass regardless of what we did or didn't do."

"Paul."

"A dinner, what's wrong with that? It will be two men getting together to have some more fun." I took York's silence for a sign to keep going. "If at any point I make you uncomfortable, you can leave. I won't ever bring it up, and we can act like it never happened."