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Mavis listening in.
    If he’d thought it would work, Alasdair would have kicked Cosmo in the shins. But no, knowing what he did of his beloved sub, that would only make the lad slurp even more blatantly. Oh God.
    “Sure you don’t want me to call a first aider? You’re looking kind of funny. Flushed. Panting. Could be the first signs of a heart attack.” He could swear Mavis was smiling now. Damn it, that woman was way too perceptive.
    “Just please, could you leave us in private for a moment?” Ten seconds should do it, he figured.
    “Of course. I’ll wait for Cosmo to finish what he’s up to and come find me. Ciao for now, lovebirds!” She gave him a little finger wave as she left, and Alasdair hastily reviewed his last utterance.
    Oh fuck . “I said leave us in private, didn’t I?”
    Cosmo slurped off him with pornographic emphasis. “You most certainly did, boss. But I wouldn’t worry. She already knew.”
    Alasdair kicked his chair back so he could see Cosmo’s face, currently looking extra-specially gorgeous with his swollen dick lips. “How can you tell?”
    “You do know the back of your desk doesn’t reach the floor, don’t you? She could see my toes. I was wiggling them at her.”
    Bloody hell. “You really are going to give me a heart attack one of these days, you know that? Now come over here and get back to sucking me off.”
    “Yes, boss.”
    This time Alasdair grabbed hold of Cosmo’s head and took control of the pace, forcing him deep. Cosmo moaned and his eyes watered. Spit ran down his chin and soaked into Alasdair’s trousers. Everyone was going to be able to tell exactly what they’d been up to when they walked out of the office.
    But screw it. Exactly whose business was it if Alasdair wanted to have some fun with his boyfriend at work? He was the boss, after all.
    It was with great satisfaction that Alasdair pulled out on the brink of orgasm and shot all over Cosmo’s lips and chin. Cosmo’s tongue hung out, clearly desperate to catch some and Alasdair let him lick the last spurts from his throbbing dick.
    “Thank you, boss,” Cosmo moaned, “But can I come now, please?”
    “After that little act of insubordination? I think not. Not until we get home anyway.”
    Cosmo screwed his eyes up tight but instead of protesting like Alasdair expected, he nodded.
    “Good boy.” Alasdair leant down and kissed him on the forehead. “You make me proud, you know that?”
    “I do try,” Cosmo whispered.
    “I believe you. Now go get yourself cleaned up. You look like someone’s just come all over your face.”
    “Yeah. You.”
    “Yes, but I don’t want everyone knowing that.”
    “Like Mavis won’t have told them all.”
    “Still, as stunningly sexy as you look like that, it’s for my eyes only.”
    Oh, those were the right words. Cosmo’s eyes lit up with joy and he bounded up to search for tissues.
    Pleasing Cosmo. He was getting better at it all the time. He just had to hope he got it right tomorrow on the big day.

    ***

    Alasdair woke to an empty bed, sometime in the middle of the night. He checked his alarm clock. Three a.m. Where the hell was Cosmo? His side of the bed was cold, and he couldn’t hear him in the en suite bathroom.
    Alasdair dragged himself out of bed and pulled a dressing gown over his nakedness, then stepped out onto the landing. There was a light emanating from somewhere downstairs, and he could hear the soft sound of a cigarette lighter sparking.
    Shit.
    With a heavy heart, Alasdair followed the light down the stairs and into the kitchen.
    Cosmo slumped in one of the kitchen chairs, wearing nothing more than a pair of low-riding trackie bottoms, staring moodily at the lighter in his hand as he flicked at the sparker wheel. But there was no stink of tobacco in the air, and that last emergency rollie still sat in its plastic bag on the table in front of him.
    “I missed you in bed.” Alasdair leaned back against the doorframe and