***Grey's POV***

Mak and I make it to work about twenty minutes early. Usually, Mark is here already. Today he is not.

Mak is looking so damn fine in his fitted khakis. His white button up is fitted and I can see every long line and sharp angle of his perfect body. I admire him quietly as I wipe drool from the corner of my lip.

So fucking sexy.

Mak opens his laptop and immediately starts scanning thru emails. I watch as his face lights up when something peeks his interest. He quirks his cocky brow in my direction when he spots me staring.

"Mr. Parker." Mak smiles crookedly at me.

"Mr. Oliver." I reply letting the r roll off my tongue seductively.

"I sent you an email of utmost importance. Please reply as soon as possible." Mak states in his strictly business tone that I have become very acquainted to unfortunately.

Honestly, he should have just scolded me directly.

I begrudgingly turn from my mouth watering boyfriend and sit down behind my desk in my office. I boot up my own laptop and start the painstaking task of checking emails.

Monday,
7:25 am

Mr. Parker,

Please excuse my blatant disregard for company policy. It has come to my attention that there is something in your office I must pursue. I apologize in advance for any hardships you may face due to my recent awareness.

Mr. Oliver

Monday,
8:01 am

Mr. Oliver,

Apparently something has caught your eye. It would be unfair of me to step in the way of such a pressing matter. While I will find it hard on myself, I will allow you time to pursue your subject.

Mr. Parker

I smirk as I press the send button on my reply to Mak's cryptic email. A small knock on my door has my grin widening.

"Come in." I call out authoritatively.

"Mr. Parker." Mak greets me.

"Mr. Oliver. Close the door please." I comment with no change in timber.

I hear the lock click before Mak has his ass planted on the corner of my desk.

"Can I help you? Mr. Oliver." I question while trying to hide the tent I'm starting to pitch.

"I'm not sure you can handle it." Mak shrugs dismissively.

I scoot my chair closer to my desk. Mak's calves are now on either side of my hips.

"I wouldn't mind giving you a hand." I offer like the gentleman I am.

"Are you sure? It's rather hard." Mak gulps and flutters his lashes.

I am fucking hard.

My tip is bubbling pre-cum. One damn gulp from this man and I'm a wet mess.

I put my hand in Mak's palm and urge him to show me the problem.

Mak slides my hand over his clothed erection.

My mouth waters.

"Pants off." I order.

Mak lays back on my desk, lifts his hips and seductively shimmies his pants down his hips.

"Hands behind your head, please." I bark my demand but purr the last word.

Mak's smooth creamy skin is on display. His naked ass is pressed against my desk. His glistening erection is standing up tall and proud.

I drop from my chair to my knees and lick up Mak's left thigh. I plant a tiny peck and a nibble there before repeating the action to his right thigh.

"Mr. Parker." Mak moans.

I lick a flat wet trail up the raphe of his scrotum and up the deep vein that throbs under his shaft. When I reach the cap of his dick, I roll my tongue over the circumference before sucking his head directly into my mouth.

I moan as the taste of his essence seeps onto my tongue.

I suck his entire length into my throat. His cock pulses inside my cheeks. I lift myself by my palms on either side of his hips. I stand on my feet and bob up and down his lap.

"God, Grey." Mak mewls.

I suck in harshly, his cock getting stuck in the vortex of my tongue against the roof of my mouth. When I slowly pull him from my mouth, Mak's back arches on the desk.

I slip my palm under the small of his back and lick up his happy trail. My left hand holds his body and my right grips his throbbing member.

"Baby." I purr into his neck.

"Grey." Mak whimpers.

"Tell me what to do." I draw the words out like a song of worship.

"Please." Mak whines painfully.

"What is it you need my love?" I continue torturously sliding my hand up and down his weeping cock.

"Need you. Touch. Please. Please." Mak spits words gracefully but with no direction.

I slowly release his hard member and yank my own from my trousers.

I pull Mak up and flip him over so his ass is in my lap.

I thrust my hips a few times before I bend down over him and grab both our pricks in my hand. I thrust into him every time I stroke our lengths. I kiss his neck as I moan into his flesh.

With a sharp cry, Mak arches into me. His neck completely consumes my mouth as I ride us both into a long wave of orgasm. Our creamy white milk landing over my desk and dripping on my hand.

I grab a water bottle and my hand towel from my bag and clean us both up. I kiss my handsome man deeply before patting his ass.

"Did you need anything else? Mr. Oliver." I question with a wink.

"That will be all for the moment." Mak rubs my cock before sauntering out of my office.

Jesus that man.

After our morning delight, my head was a mess. I was sending emails and answering calls. However, I couldn't repeat a single detail I had went over. My mind was stuck on all things Mak.

By lunch I was starving and I wasn't sure it was just food I needed.

Mark had been quiet all day. We saw him come in but, I also saw he had a distant sorrow in his blue eyes. That thought stressed me out.

I march into Mark's office and sit in his leather wingback chair.

"Mark what is the matter?" I ask.

"I miss him." Mark whispers.

"Sebastian?" I ask.

"Yes, I know I'm being ridiculous. I'm sorry." Mark says the words so thick with emotion my heart clamps down.

"Mark, just text him." I shrug. I mean god it's not that big of a deal.

"He didn't give me his number." Mark whimpers.

"We will find it." Mak pipes up from the door he just propped himself against.

"Maybe, he doesn't want me." Mark throws the most ridiculous thing out I have ever heard.

"Baby, don't get upset." Mak stares at me.

"Mark, you are prime real estate. Sebastian would be a fool not to invest." Mak winks over at me.

"That comes from a genius that happens to have excellent taste." I smirk.

"It was the goodbye." Mark breathes out as his head falls into his hand.

"What happened?" I ask.

"He whispered I could have loved you so fucking hard. He said it like it would never happen." Mark explains.

"This absolutely makes no sense. I mean I'm not claiming to be a genius here, but seriously, this does not add up." I argue.

"Mark he was 💯 all about you. I mean he was eating, sleeping and breathing you." Mak co-signs.

"I don't want to let him go." Mark cries. I mean like an actual tear rolls over his filled lids and trickles down his solemn face.

I reach over and wipe his tear as I pull him into my arms. He is literally breaking over this.

"It's okay. Get it out." I whisper as I rub Mark's back.

"Why don't we go to lunch and then see how we feel?" I offer.

We end up strolling down to our favorite Philly vendor and walking into Central Park. We walk and eat as we discuss how Mark is feeling.

He is in deep. It seems as if Sebastian walked away as quickly as he entered our lives. Something doesn't sit well with me.

We were all there. We all witnessed the chemistry, the obvious connection and the absolute tone of adoration used when the two spoke.

Something is definitely off.

"Where is he modeling next?" I ask.

"He said he would find out when he sees the contract?" Mark answers.

"He is Sebastian Fucking Royals. He is the leading male super model on Italy's cat walk. His contracts are set years in advance." Mak states, surprising us both.

Mark and I just cock our heads to the side.

"I am an investigator. I wanted to make sure he was who he appeared to be." Mak confesses.

"Thank you." Mark gives Mak a pat on the shoulder.

"Mark, I don't think he wanted to leave. Something must be going on." I promise my best friend.

"I guess I just have to wait and see if life finds a way to pull us back towards each other." Mark let's his eyes sway to the side and then he rolls them toward the sky. He is fighting tears.

"Do you need some time off? I'm sure Mak could fill in for you?" I ask.

"No, I can't be at my apartment right now. Everything smells like him and every space reminds me of him." Mark admits.

"Okay. Work, the bar and you crash in our guest bedroom." I offer.

"Our?" Mark cracks a watery smile.

"My." I corrected. " Mak stays over so much. I just automatically deem it our home."

"You two should just move in together. No offense Mak but, you are making too much to live in that building." Mark elbows Mak.

Mak doesn't say anything.

"Mak is more than welcome to move in on his time table. No pressure. No disappointment." I explain towards the pair.

"We can discuss it." Mak smiles widely at me and I feel like I just won the lottery.

"So we going out after work?" I ask.

"Yes!" Mak and Mark fist bump me.

"Let's head back to the office and do something productive." I usher.

"I thought your early morning meeting was quite productive." Mark wiggles his brows.

"How?" I laugh.

"Well, I was going to let you know I had arrived. But, I heard Mr. Parker come out of someone's mouth sounding like sex and sin. I walked quietly away. You were obviously doing something extremely important." Mark laughs.

"I was helping Mak with a problem." I clear my throat and straighten my tie absent minded.

"Sounded hard." Mark guffaws.

"Extremely. I licked it though." I smirked.

Mak coughed and Mark got hysterical.

"Fucking office affairs." Mark shook his head in amusement.

"Strictly professional." Mak crosses his arms and lifts his head toward the afternoon Manhattan sun.

The way the sunlight kisses the dark brown tendrils on his head is angelic. He is just completely stunning in every way.

I bend forward and kiss Mak's lips before pulling him into my arms and walking us back towards our office.

"Two meetings and we will go out for drinks." Mak informs me before he kisses under my chin.

"Perfect." I grab his lips and suck him into my mouth with a loud smack before I playfully push him into his chair.

"Work!" I wink at Mak.

"Yeah my boss is a real tyrant." Mak laughs.

"Yeah my assistant is a sexual harassment case waiting to happen." I wink as I go into my office.

My phone goes off with a text:

His Royal Hineass (Mark): I hope you cleaned that desk you whore 😂😝🍆💦

Boss Man (Me): Jealous? Don't worry, we cleaned yours after we christened it. 😏😉😘

His Royal Hineass: I swear to God Grey. I will masturbate with your dish rag. 🤬🤬🤬

Boss Man: Calm down Mark. I'm still a Cherry. 🍒🍒🍒

His Royal Hineass: I don't care about your asshole. I care about your children being smeared across my desk. 👶🏻👶🏻

Boss Man: I hope to hell you are working in between bothering me. I'm calling HR. 😈

The Whole Package (Mak): Both of you get to work and put those fucking phones on silent. 👑👑👑

Boss Man: Yes Sir.

His Royal Hineass: Yes sir!