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1: Monday

“Monday morning almost done.” Doug Jensen strolled into his manager’s cubicle with a swagger of self-confidence that he knew his lukewarm appraisal results didn’t merit. However, what he lacked in status as the company’s most junior sales and marketing administrative assistant, he was happy to make up for in bluster.

His colleague was seated at the desk, attending to work on a PC, back to Doug. Doug coughed to get the guy’s attention. “The whole week’s still ahead of us, man. I told Suzie to hold all your calls. You’re taking your lunch break with me.”

Two receptionists wandered along the corridor outside the cubicles, glancing quickly in at the two men. The man at the desk probably heard their horrified gasps, closely followed by their footsteps hurrying away. He didn’t look up from his keyboard, but his shoulders tensed and he sighed.

Doug peered at the new diary on the desk beside the PC. “Gold lettering, that’s impressive.” He read it aloud. “Beckett Stone, Senior Manager, Fleet Sales, South East England.” He smiled to himself. His guy deserved the promotion.

“Doug.” The other man’s voice was cautious. “So, what are you wearing?”

“Me?” Doug laughed and pressed his mouth up against Beckett’s ear. “I’m perfectly decent, lover. Unlike the crack of dawn, which was when you rolled me back over to my side of the bed and said that now you were some new, big-shot manager, you had to be in the office early, and you didn’t have time for another mouthful.” He flicked his tongue against Beckett’s earlobe. “Not only that, you said I had to shower my stark naked, irresistibly-ripped body, quickly throw on some clothes, and get ready to come into work with you like usual.”

“I meant, what are you wearing under your jacket. That’s all I saw this morning in the car.”

“Yeah?” Doug smiled. He only half-remembered the journey since he’d been sleepy, hunched up in the seat beside his lover, still yawning, and with the collar of his jacket tugged up around his neck.

Beckett sighed again. “They’re on their way to get the HR manager, you know. Those girls from Reception. You must stop provoking the other staff.” He spun his chair around and his eyes widened.

Doug bit back an even wider grin. Obviously Beckett’s management training hadn’t entirely prepared him for more challenging staff issues. Doug stepped back with hands held up, confident he was demonstrating his most engaging, innocent expression. Wait a minute! Maybe it was the lurid slogan slashed across the chest of his T-shirt that had startled Beckett. Doug glanced down at it himself.

Sorry girls, I suck dick.

Beckett flushed. Doug’s gaze dropped to his lover’s lap. Yeah. Beckett’s well-pressed trousers looked deliciously tight today—or maybe that was just in the last ten seconds. “Not just a slogan,” he murmured mischievously. “Call it a reference. Maybe a mission statement.”

Beckett made a small, gasping sound.

“Lunch, did you say?” Doug raised his eyebrows. He grinned broadly and licked his lips. “Like, now?”

Beckett coughed as if he knew Doug wasn’t just referring to a cheese and pickle sandwich. “I’m afraid not. My phone hasn’t stopped ringing all morning with calls from my new clients. Two people have rung in sick and I have to cover their work. A proposal for the autumn marketing campaign is due to the Board by Thursday. I’m expected to attend a management team de-briefing any time in the next twenty minutes, I’m just waiting for email confirmation.” He coughed again, rather more uncertainly. “Your timing is, as always…challenging.”

Doug grinned even more and slipped his middle finger in between his thick, moist lips. Pulled it out…then slid it in again.

“Oh, yes,” Beckett murmured, surrender flickering brightly in his pupils. “Right now.”

Doug moved quickly and with familiarity, pushing the filing cabinet across the cubicle opening to obscure the view from the nearby lifts. He reached to flip the phone to voicemail while Beckett turned his chair so only the back could be seen by anyone passing down the corridor. Then Doug dropped to his knees in front of Beckett and unzipped the other man’s trousers. With one hand, he freed Beckett’s cock, already swollen and straining wetly against the front of pale grey briefs. Very discreet for a Senior Manager. Doug approved. With his other hand, he steadied himself against the overhanging desk, dislodging some paperclips and assorted pens. The keyboard rattled off some nonsense as his grasping fingers skimmed over it.

“Watch that,” Beckett muttered. “I was in the middle of something.”

“Shut up,” Doug growled. “This menu isn’t available for the general public, right?”

Beckett stifled a laugh.