Free Just What the Truth Is by Cardeno C.

shirt buttons open, I saw only confidence and strength. It was impossible to imagine such a smart, successful guy feeling scared of anything.
    So I didn’t utter another word about that morning. Instead, I sipped at the tea Micah hadn’t taken and relaxed back in the chair. “Are you going to break for dinner, or do you need to work through?” I asked.
    Micah arched one eyebrow. “Well, that depends. Are you inviting me to dinner?”
    That had certainly been my hope. But hearing him say it still made me blush. I had essentially just asked another man out on a date. Embarrassment aside, I had to answer the question. And since I wanted to spend more time with Micah, dinner seemed like a perfect plan. “Yes, I’m inviting you to dinner. What do you say?”
    He grinned and got up from his desk, snagged his jacket, and threw it over one shoulder. “You’re on. And I’ll just warn you right now that I plan on being a very expensive date. I skipped lunch today and I’m so fuckin’ hungry that I’ll probably end up eating almost as much as you on an average day.” He winked at me with the last part.
    I laughed and stood up. “Alright, smart guy. Let’s go. Your supersize meal is waiting.”

Chapter Eight

     
    M ICAH walked over to me, gripped my waist, and pulled me flush against him. My heart rate immediately skyrocketed, and I held my breath. I knew what was coming, but unlike that morning, I didn’t let myself pull away.
    There was still a part of me that was very aware of the fact that I was at work in the arms of another man. But it was late; almost everyone was probably gone for the day. And besides, Micah smelled so damn good.
    When his lips met mine and I felt his tongue slip out and lick my bottom lip, I moaned and opened to him. My hands left my sides and landed on his chest, my head tilted so he could plunder my mouth even deeper, and my hips joined his in a slow circular dance.
    When we finally broke apart, I whimpered. He raised his hand from my waist to my face, cupped my cheek, and stroked my lips with his thumb. The look in his eyes was nothing short of smoldering. “Damn, Ben, you are a fuckin’ fantastic kisser.”
    With him, maybe. I really hadn’t been one for kissing before. A hello peck, yeah, but not a full-on, tongue-swapping, breath-stealing kiss. I leaned forward to eliminate the new space between our faces, taking another kiss and then another until our mouths were locked together again.
    When our hips joined the party, rubbing our groins together, I knew it was time to stop. But I couldn’t. I just whimpered, clutched his shirt, and kissed him harder.
    Eventually, I felt both of his strong hands on my waist, holding me still. He pulled his mouth away and kissed across my jaw. “We need to stop. I’m about one more grind away from bending you over my desk, and even I think that’s probably taking things too far at work.” He kissed my neck and then gave me a little bite. “Well, at least on a Monday evening. If you want to get kinky that way, we can try it on the weekend or much later at night, when the place is deserted.”
    I felt a further tightening in my groin and knew that my dick liked that idea. “Oh, God. I have to be so careful with you, Micah, or else I’m going to be in huge trouble.”
    I hadn’t realized I had spoken my thoughts out loud until he raised his face so he could look at mine and answered me. “If anyone’s in trouble here, I’m pretty sure it’s me. I can see myself seriously falling for you.” The intensity of his gaze deepened. “Question is, are you interested in being there to catch me?”
    A ringing sound interrupted the sober moment. Micah sighed and squatted down on the floor, where he had apparently dropped his jacket at some point during our groping session. He looked up at me apologetically as he dug his phone out of his jacket pocket and stood back up.
    “I’m sorry, but I need to get this. It’s my mom’s ringtone, and it’s the