Lucky rushed to fix it. “It won’t be a problem. I’ll be there. Thank you for asking me.”
A sassy smile stretched Kit’s lips. “Of course, angel. You know we always watch out for each other. If I have my foot in a door, I’ll hold it open for you. Plus, there’s no one else I can ask to be nude and aroused with me for this thing without fear of it being taken the wrong way. Now.” His gaze skimmed the room again and landed on Zep. He blindly patted Lucky’s arm. “I’m about to go sit on the biker daddy’s lap and let him tell me a story.”
Lucky bit back a smile. “Zep is a doula. He has stories.”
Kit still didn’t look his way. “Damn. Those make a lot of money in L.A. All the celebs and new agey peeps want to have their babies at home.”
While Lucky had been busy with Kit, his replacement had come in for the day. Since Lucky usually got started around five in the morning, going behind the night shift to clean up, he was out by noon most days. For a minute, he watched Kit charming Zep. He needed to talk to Damon before Damon left for the day. They had dinner plans, but Lucky would be a nervous wreck all day if he didn’t ask about this weekend now. He headed for the office.
Before Lucky stepped inside, he knocked on the open door. “Are you busy?”
Damon glanced up from his paperwork. “Not with anything that can’t wait. Did Dale come in?”
Lucky nodded.
Damon motioned for him to come in. “Shut the door behind you. It’s getting loud out there. I swear you being here has turned all my customers into day drinkers.”
Without thought, Lucky snorted. “I get off at noon, so that theory doesn’t hold water.”
“Exactly. You get off at noon, so they’re all waiting to ask you to lunch.”
Lucky shook his head. “I’ve been here two months. No one has asked me to lunch yet.”
Damon leaned back in his chair. A slow and sexy smile stretched his lips. “Yeah. I have a theory on that too.”
Goddamn. Lucky couldn’t recall the topic. He had never wanted anyone like this. Lucky had been tempted by other men. He had been desperate in the past and on the verge of homelessness. There had been plenty of times he would have gone home with anyone who could support him. This was different. It was primal. He forced himself to stay on task.
“I hate to ask, but I need this weekend off.”
Damon’s expression snapped closed. His tone turned business-like. “Of course. You never take time off, so it’s not like I can complain.” He pushed to his feet and moved to the dry-erase board that showed the monthly schedule. He grabbed a marker. “Did you need Friday too, or just Saturday?”
They were closed on Sundays, so that day wasn’t an issue, but they should probably get there a day early to be rested for the shoot. Lucky sat on Damon’s desk. “Yes.”
While Lucky stared at the way Damon filled out his jeans, Damon erased Lucky’s name from Friday and Saturday. He wrote in his own before setting the marker aside. “It’s too late to ask anyone else to cover for you. I’m good to handle it. What do you have going on?”
“I got a modeling gig, but I have to go to San Francisco for the weekend for the shoot.”
A bright smile lit Damon’s face. He slapped Lucky’s thigh and squeezed. “That’s great. I know that’s what you really want to be doing. I’ve been worried that by keeping you here, I’m killing your dreams.”
Damon’s hand was still on Lucky’s thigh. He stood too close. Smelled too good. Lucky swallowed, trying to ignore the heat of Damon’s palm. “Nah. I’ve still had my ear to the ground. My friend Kit got me the gig.”
“That’s great.” He squeezed Lucky’s thigh again. Lucky couldn’t tear his gaze away from Damon’s rugged face. He had some scruff on his jaw that Lucky knew would leave marks on Lucky’s skin. Damon licked his lips, looking nervous. Between that sexy move and the hand on his thigh, Lucky could barely think. He swore he felt the tension rising in the room like a physical thing. “About tonight.”
Lucky set his hand on Damon’s so he wouldn’t pull away. “What about it? Are you trying to back out?”
Damon dropped his gaze to where Lucky covered his hand. “No. I was just wondering...”
Lucky eased Damon’s hand higher, slowly guiding Damon closer to where he really wanted Damon to touch him. “What were you wondering?”
Damon’s lips parted on a breath and his gaze hooded as Lucky guided his hand even higher. A flush touched his cheeks. Being a ginger gave everything away. He wanted Lucky too. Damon’s gaze lifted and collided with Lucky’s. For a moment, the universe seemed to hold its breath.
Lucky pushed them over the edge. “Touch me.”
Damon exploded.
Lucky found himself hauled to his feet. Damon’s tongue invaded his mouth. Lucky held Damon’s shirt in a tight grip while Damon kneaded Lucky’s cock through his jeans. Air refused to inflate Lucky’s lungs. He had zero doubt that he was about to blow in his jeans. Not only had he never known lust like this, but Damon had no mercy. He would make Lucky walk out of his office with cum coating the inside of his underwear. Then Lucky remembered he had two hands too. He went to work on Damon’s jeans. Damon sucked Lucky’s bottom lip so hard that Lucky gasped. In a flash, Lucky found his face smashed against the wall and his ass bare.
Damon bit his neck before moving to his earlobe. “You can say no.”
Even though Lucky realized too late how far out of his depth he was, he wasn’t backing down. He wanted this. “Not happening.”
A wicked-sounding chuckle caressed his ears.
Lucky lost himself in the sound.
In a heartbeat, his hips were dragged backward, and Damon was buried inside him. The condom wrapper on the floor between his feet proved Damon had more sense than Lucky did. Lucky was in such a haze of lust that he didn’t comprehend a thing beyond the desire. All he could do was cling to the wall while Damon pounded inside him. Damon kept him at the perfect angle. Lucky tugged blindly at his cock, mindless to anything but the need for release. He had never been with anyone like this. It was almost violent. Primal. They were lust in its basest form. Lucky stroked and pumped, racing toward the edge.
Damon suddenly dragged Lucky back into his arms. He held Lucky tightly against his chest. His ragged breaths brushed Lucky’s ear with each thrust. “You’re everything I fantasized you would be.”
Ecstasy rocked Lucky’s soul at Damon’s confession. His body shook as jets of cum landed at his feet. Damon’s grip tightened as he stifled his cries against Lucky’s neck. Lucky’s eyes unexpectedly filled with tears. He prayed he hadn’t ruined them. Damon was the only good part of his life. Lucky dropped his chin and kissed Damon’s arm. He already knew Damon wouldn’t show for their date tonight. This had been a mistake. Damon had gotten the only thing men wanted from him. Now he would boot Lucky from his life. That was the way things went. He was just a pretty face.
Damon snagged Lucky’s chin and gently turned Lucky’s face his way. He kissed Lucky so sweetly that Lucky’s emotional state deteriorated even further. Even with their kiss at an odd angle, it was the most beautiful kiss he had ever experienced. It was filled with affection.