Morning came and things went more smoothly than usual. Maybe it was the insatiably hot dream I had about Blaine that put the extra pep in my step or perhaps it was the way I touched myself in the shower as I imagined Blaine returning the favor I had kindly paid him last night. Either way, Things kept getting better and better.

I woke up in time to exercise, go through my full morning routine, make breakfast, and have time left to spare. My apple cinnamon oatmeal was a big hit, as it usually is on a cold morning. Little Lila surprised us all by asking for a second bowl as my two men stuffed themselves silly.  I was even kind enough to allow everyone an extra strip of bacon.

As I packed lunches for the kids, I miraculously scored an appointment with Devon's eye doctor who is usually booked solid. I'd have to opt for his early pick-up from school, but I hardly doubted he would mind. While I double-checked for everything in their lunches and for books in their proper places, Andy hustled down the stairs, briefcase in hand.

“Kurt, can you straighten this for me?” he asked, pointing to his tie. I nodded and made haste to adjust the Windsor knot. Once I had flattened out his tie, I gasped as he pulled me close.

His eyes flickered between my mouth and my eyes. “Let's make some time for us tonight, okay?”

I was genuinely surprised. Usually we'd talk about having sex and never followed through. This happened for months. There was always some excuse. Oh I'm too tired. My head hurts. Not tonight, my stomach doesn't feel the best. I don't want to bottom, why can't you top once in a while? It went on and on and on until we were both so frustrated that we simply stopped caring and started touching ourselves instead of each other on our own time.

I opened my mouth to respond and he leaned in and kissed me. I couldn't place my feelings as I felt his tongue enter my mouth. Although I had brushed my teeth twice and had long scrubbed the scent of Blaine from my body, I was still nervous that he'd somehow smell him on me. The come that I had swirled around in my mouth had long since been swallowed, but I still worried that he could taste him. He pulled back with a smack, looked at his watch, and picked up his briefcase.

“I gotta go. I'll see you later.” He smiled, let his hand collide with my ass, started for the door, no “I love you”, just “goodbye”.

I stood there for the longest time with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, waves of nausea coming over me as if I were an unfortunate traveler of the open seas…but wasn't I?

I called my children from downstairs and hoped that they hadn't messed their ensembles up too much. Lila had requested to wear one of her favorite dresses with various sparkly accoutrements, but it the chill in the air didn't allow it. However, we managed to come to a compromise around the same time that Devon asked me to help him “style his hair”. And by style, I mean he wanted to commandeer some of my product and hairspray.

I finished his perfect coif with a flourish of giggles coming from Lila, Devon shooting her a small glare before admiring himself in the mirror with his one good eye. After checking the time, I quickly ran a brush through Lila's hair and lead them downstairs to put on their coats, gather their things, and start off for school.

Work was work as usual, busy and filled with the hustle and bustle of the industry, but I loved every minute of it. As I looked over a few segment proposals for the latest issue of Vogue to pass on to my superiors, the door to my office opened and I was greeted my Bethenny's smiling face.

 Bethenny Markowitz had been with me since my last year at Harper's Bazaar before transferring back to Vogue and we had been close friends ever since. As I gazed up at her in the doorway, she popped up one of her feet.

“Aren't these the cutest?” she asked with a grin.

I smirked. “They are…aren't those the McQueen heels that we just got in last week?”

She beamed and waggled her eyebrows. “I swiped ‘em.”

“Beth!”

She strutted over to the seat opposite mine and sat down, crossing her legs.

“Relax…I'm not going to wear them out of the office. Just---you know---around it and on my date tonight and tomorrow morning they'll be back in the couture closet, scuff-free. I promise.”

I rolled my eyes. “You'd better. If anything happens to those---“

She waved her hand, dismissing my words. “It's my ass, not yours, and I'm fired. I know, I know…”

“That's right.”

“But I didn't ruin that Judith Leiber clutch that I borrowed, remember!”

I chuckled softly. “No you didn't, but you still haven't returned it either.”

“I will…after just one more dinner date.”

I feigned anger. “It's not a library book, Bethenny.”

“Yeah, yeah…but it should be. If the New York Public Library will let you check out priceless books, there should be a place in this city where you can check out priceless clothing.”

“We've already discussed your obsession with ‘Bag, Borrow, or Steal'.”

“I know, but we should patent that. Joan Rivers would roll in her grave.”

“She's still alive,” I replied, flipping through the partial lookbook.

“She is?” Beth exclaimed. “HOW?!”

I shrugged. “Medical marvel. My guess is the botox.”

She sat there and thought about it for a second, biting her lip. “Huh…go Joan.”

“Damn straight,” I replied, eyes never leaving my page.

“Listen…” she said as stood from the chair.  “I'm about to thirst to death and if I don't get a caffeine fix soon I'm going to go postal with these heels like Jennifer Jason Leigh in Single White Female.”

“As long as I'm not your first stiletto victim, be my guest.”

“Kurt, come on…can I go?”

“I wonder if you could do a Hitchcock inspired piece in the next issue, ‘Psycho Chic: Killer Looks This Season'…”

“Kurt…”

I smiled and sighed. “I suppose…”

She leaned over the desk and slapped the book out of my hands.

“So…am I getting your usual, Mr. Hummel, you know---since I'm making this trip on official workplace business?”

“The usual is fine, but make it a venti instead of a grande this time. I could use the extra boost…And pick up a couple of those vanilla scones if they have any, please and thank you.”

She smiled fondly and walked out of the office to her desk to grab her clutch.

 “Be back soon!” she chirped happily.

“Beth…”

“Yeah?”

“Shoes…”

“Changing them now…”

“Uh huh.”

“I am!”

“Leave them on your desk ‘til you get back!”

“Got it…and now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to Starbucks in my sassy hobo pumps.”

With a wave of the hand and a shake of her ass, she closed the door to my office. I settled back into my chair and hoped to get some work done, but before I could turn another page, there was a knock at my door.

“Bethenny, you know you don't have to knock before you come in. It's open.”

“Expecting someone else?”

I glanced up from the binder in my hands and there stood Blaine with a bouquet of flowers.

“Blaine…”

“Hi.” His voice was warm and inviting, much like his arms when they were wrapped around me.

“W-what are you doing here? How did you get in?”

He came in and shut the door behind him. “I know a few people who work in the building so I had a security pass.”

“And Mona just let you back?”

“Would that be the receptionist?”

I nodded.

“She did…but it might be because I told her that I had an appointment.”

“Oh you did, did you?” I quipped, smirking as I did.

“Yes…and in doing so I might have fibbed…just a little bit,” he said as he stepped closer. “These are for you, by the way.”

He stepped closed to my desk and extended a mixed bouquet of daisies.

I smiled weakly and took them, looking them over. “They're beautiful,” I replied as I raised them to my nose to breathe in the fragrance.

I moved from around my desk to the built-ins in my office to retrieve a small vase to put them in. As I began to arrange the flowers, I felt him behind me.

 “Do you like them?” he asked as I reached for a bottle of water from the mini-fridge in the cabinet below.

“I do,” I uttered softly, filling the vase.

I turned to look at him and he wasn't smiling. Instead, he looked wounded.

“Are you not happy to see me?”

I played with the cuffs of my shirt, rolling them up. “No, I am. Really. I am.”

“What is it then? Should I not have come?”

I sighed and moved closer to him. “It's not that. It's just---I'm wondering if it's a good idea. I mean---I work here, Blaine. These people are my associates. They know my husband. If he were to come up here and someone were to say something…”

He nodded, his lips tight and his jaw tense. “I get it. I'll leave.”

As he walked towards the door, I could feel my heart sinking in my chest.

“Blaine…just. Stop. Please? Don't go.”

He turned back to look at me.

“I don't want you to leave. Stay?”

“What about---?”

“It'll be okay. I'll deal with it. If something comes up, I'll figure something out.”

He stood silently before me and it was only then that I noticed the bag he had in his other hand.

I stepped into his body. “What's in the bag?”

He cleared his throat. “We never had that second lunch date and I kept looking for more excuses to spend time with you. I wasn't sure when you'd eat, if you'd already eaten, or if you ate while you worked at all, but I thought it was worth a shot. The most you could do would be shoot me down and tell me to get out of your office.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and breathed him in. “I'd never kick you out.”

“Of your office?”

“My office, house, bed, whatever else…and your invitation has no expiration date so you can never overstay your welcome.”

His hands came to rest on my back, the bag knocking against my ass as his palms finally stilled on my torso.

I nipped at his earlobe before my lips eagerly covered the side of his neck. “So, mister---tell me what's for lunch.”

An approving purr reverberated in his throat. “Chicken salad, croissants for sandwiches, and fresh fruit.”

“Oh”, I murmured, my mouth finding his Adam's apple. Slowly, I began to suck and I felt Blaine's hand move lower on my body. I could feel the intimate sounds he made as they escaped. The bag hit the floor and the strong hand of my former lover grabbed a handful of my ass, kneading it like he wished he could do the same with his teeth.

I groaned. “You didn't come for lunch, did you?”

He scoffed. “No…I did come with good intentions, but I'd be lying if I said I wanted anything in my mouth other than you.”

I gasped as his other hand came to rest on my ass, the other making quick work of my belt.

Before I knew it I was backed against my desk and Blaine was on his knees, sucking my cock for all it was worth, determined to drain me of every drop of come I had in my body.

The world went black as Blaine starting bobbing his head, taking my cock deeper into his throat.

“Fuck, Blaine. You always were good with your mouth.”

 “Alright---I got a venti non-fat mocha with a HOLY SHIT…”

My eyes flew open. There stood Bethenny, coffee caddy and Starbucks bag in tow with her jaw resting on imported Persian rug. In an attempt to cover myself, I accidentally shoved Blaine's head down on my cock, causing him to gag and all the while my assistant stood there, eyes glancing between my increasingly flushing face and the back of the head that was attached to my dick.

Quickly, I strived to dream up some kind of excuse.

“Beth! I wasn't expecting you back until---I---this isn't. I mean, it is, but…shit.”

Much to my chagrin, and Blaine's from what I could tell, Beth's countenance remained unchanged. However, what happened next came as a surprise.

Bethenny glanced between us once more, resetting her broken jaw and smirking.

“I uh…I'm gonna go wait in the conference room for you to finish up your meeting.”

And with a wink, she left—closing and locking the door behind her. Still in shock, I peered down at the man servicing me on his knees. Blaine gracefully released me from his mouth and came up for air.

“What just happened?” he asked, clearing his throat.

“I'm not even sure I know the answer to that,” I replied.

“Was that your---?”

“Assistant?”

“Yeah…”

“Yeah.”

“Shit…do I need to leave?”

I swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing in my throat.

“I'm actually not sure.”

Blaine's hand soothed over my thigh.

“Is it safe to---I mean, do you want me to finish?” He sounded unsure.

My fingers toyed with the wild pieces of hair sticking up at the back of his head while I mulled it over. Fuck it.

“Yeah….yeah, I do.”