Chapter 39

The faintest hint of a pout clouds Blake’s voice. “Can’t you leave any earlier?”

“I’ll try,” Jeremy promises. “Quarter till, how’s that?”

“Baby,” Blake sighs.

It’s a breathy sound, a needy sound, one that tells Jeremy he’s touching himself, he’s thrusting into his hand—

They don’t need me here.Jeremy knows they don’t. Blake needs him more, he hears it in his lover’s voice when Blake begs, “Come home now.”

“I really shouldn’t.” But Jeremy’s throat is dry and his voice cracks, and he knows he isn’t going to make it until five o’clock, not even quarter till, not when Blake wants him so bad.

Behind him Jane’s recitation has stopped and someone clears their throat a little too loudly, as if to remind Jeremy he isn’t alone. He’s still in this meeting, still at work, not home where he wants to be. “Hon, I have to go. I’ll leave when I can. Okay?”

Blake’s reply is a seductive moan he doesn’t even try to stifle.

Jeremy whimpers to hear it. “I’ll be home soon. Love you.”