Page 44 of Vesper Martinis

When I feel like I’ve loosened him enough, I squirt some lube onto my cock and position it at his entrance. I place one hand beside his head, and the other guides my cock inside him.

“Jesus,” we both hiss as my cock enters his hole.

Sweat coats our skin. Pierce’s muscles ripple under me, and our eyes lock. It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before. I’ve had sex, but having sex with Pierce is something else. I feel like our souls are touching. Maybe that’s what happens when you have sex with someone you love.

When I bottom out, I place my hand on his hips and start rocking in and out. There’s no sound other than our breath. It’s slow and languid. We take our time to experience the feeling.

I nuzzle my face into Pierce’s neck, and his hand cups the back of my head.

“Fuck me,” Pierce says as his legs wrap around my waist. “Make me yours, baby.”

My hand grips tighter onto his waist as I pick up the pace. We groan. Our bodies slap together. The smell and sounds of sex permeate around the apartment as we go higher and higher. Nearing the peak of our pleasure.

“You gonna come, baby?” Pierce asks, panting and gripping my hair with his hand. “You gonna come with me?”

I nod, fucking him fastener and faster until I climax. As I come, I slam my lips against his. He swallows my cries as I unload into him. Pierce groans as he comes with me, his heels sinking into my back and his grip on my hair tight, making another zing of pleasure shoot down my spine.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I groan, pull back and look at Pierce. The man who looks back at me is no longer the angry boss who avoided me. There’s love in his eyes and a softness that I’ve seen before—every time he’s vulnerable, like when I was touching him for the first time or when he shared a story about the peacock. There is bravery in them, and if I look closely, I can see my reflection in his eyes. Something about seeing that makes me sure of this moment—of this connection.

We lay there for a few moments, just basking in the pleasure, and there’s nowhere on this earth I’d rather be.

Pierce went from my one-night stand to my boss and then to the man I’ve fallen in love with. Some may say it’s too quick. Maybe even Pierce will say that. But I think it’s right for us. Sometimes, everything is there. You just need a reason to take a leap of faith, and that’s how you end up in the arms of the love of your life.

Epilogue

Pierce

One Month Later

My new job isn’t that different from my old one. I do the same kind of things. I oversee staff, and I hire and fire. I train and partake in the marketing, band bookings, music choices, and other things that make a bar great. The only difference is that I don’t see Wesley as often. But given how he lives with me now, while Minnie kept his old place, I know I’ll get to see him tonight before he goes to work. Plus, I get to wake up with him next to me every morning. And I have some of his artwork hanging in my office. Sweet Cocktails even has some, too. Four of his drawings are framed and hanging on the wall in my new office.

Hawk Johnson, my new boss, enters my office.

“Hey, how are you settling in?” he asks.

Hawk is over six feet tall, has salt and pepper hair, and works out often, judging by the muscles barely contained in his grey suit. He looks more like a bodyguard than a bar owner, but the job suits him. He’s a control freak but props people up. He’s very well organized and is an absolute joy to work with. It makes my job easier knowing that the owner is just as invested as the rest of us and is good at communicating.

Hence, this little talk.

“I’m doing pretty good. This system is similar to Sweet Cocktails, so it’s easy to pick up.”

Hawk nods.

He knows about Wesley and me. I told him when I emailed him back about the interview. I assured him that what happened between me and Wesley will not happen here. If anything, because, for one, I don’t want anyone else, and second I don’t like breaking the rules. It was just for him that I was willing to risk it.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to work. I just came by to see how you’re doing and tell you that you have a visitor.”

Wesley comes into the room, wearing a grey T-shirt that, from here, I can tell is soft and a pair of jeans.

“Hey,” he says.

Hawk and Wesley exchange handshakes as he leaves. Before he does, he pulls Wesley in to say something that makes him grin. Then he shuts the door, leaving me alone with my boyfriend.

“What did he say?” I ask, giving him a kiss.

“He just said to keep you out of trouble. Not sure what he could be referring to.”

“I felt like I had to tell him how we became a couple on the job. Plus, I’ve been dodging him for months, and then suddenly I tell him I want the job,” I explain.