Chapter 2: Chapter 2
“It doesn’t happen to you,” he stated, his tone just this side of menacing. “And you sure as fuck don’t do that to me.”
I didn’t know if it was his tone or his words, but it rubbed wrong against my raw nerves. I pushed into his space, my face hovering a scant few inches above his, and I growled right back. “We’re humans. We make mistakes. You are not some”—I flailed a hand beside us, casting about for a word. Finally I settled on—”infallible god that deserves complete obedience.”
He had the audacity to smirk. “Yes, I am.”
“You fucking asshole,” I snarled. “You have no idea what the hell is going on with me, so don’t act all high and mighty.”
“You leave your bullshit at the door and show up to actually work! I don’t give a good goddamn what’s going on with you. I want you on my stage, doing your job, so I can make TV!”
“You fucking asshole!”
“You used that insult already,” Vincent said, smirking again. “Pick a different one.”
“Get out of my face,” I snapped.
“Make me,” he taunted.
I put my hands on his chest, ready to push him away. And somehow found myself dragging him in closer. His eyes went wide, then narrowed and heated as he sucked in a fast breath through his nose. We stared at each other, neither one of use moving or speaking. Barely breathing. And then, almost faster than I could track, he grabbed my head, tugged my face down to his, and kissed me
I was stunned, too shocked to do anything but feel his lips against mine. Vincent pulled back, his brown eyes full of questions as he studied me. In that second, I knew what I wanted. I wanted more of him. I closed the distance between us and crushed my mouth against his. He didn’t hesitate to take control, angling my head so we fit together better and pushing his tongue into my mouth.
I whined in the back of my throat and pulled him even closer.
He devoured me, lips, teeth and tongue, and it was all I could do to hang on and feel. I couldn’t stop kissing him, barely taking a second to breathe before diving back in, over and over again. I wanted him more than I wanted air, and I didn’t let him get far when he yanked away to breathe. I kept kissing, though Vincent was clearly in control, and I was surprised to feel myself getting hard faster than I ever had before.
Vincent noticed, and he pulled back far enough to give me a wicked smile as he inserted one thigh between mine. He gently bumped me until the back of my thighs hit the table, and I sat on the edge, still clinging to Vincent for balance. He moved in closer, his hip pressing against my cock. And then he gave a little nudge, grinding deliberately.
I had to rip my mouth from his, and suck in a breath so I didn’t howl. Holy Christ, that felt fantastic.
He wrapped his arms around me, one hand snaking down until he could grip my ass, the other going up until he could cup the back of my neck. With a low murmur, he encouraged me to move, to ride his thigh, and I was so swept up in the feel and smell of him that I did it without thought. His body was hard, and it felt so good against me that I didn’t care where we were or who could be listening. I’d been pining after him for months, and he was giving me everything I wanted. I didn’t care that we’d been arguing moments before, or that he’d never given me the slightest inclination that he was interested. All I cared about was the pressure of his hip against my cock and his thigh against my balls. It was perfect, exactly what I needed, and I buried my face in his neck, breathing in his scent, and came in my pants like a teenager.
It took only seconds for the shock and embarrassment to set in, and had me pulling away from him.
Vincent’s smile was smug, and he looked me over. “God, you’re fucking sexy. I can’t believe you went off that fast. You must have needed it badly.” He reached for the button on his pants. “You want to suck me off, beautiful? Or just use your hand?”
But my stomach was swooping unpleasantly. “Oh Christ,” I whispered, lifting a shaky hand and covering my mouth. What had I just done?
That fast, Vincent seemed to realize something was wrong. The look of the smarmy asshole was gone in a blink of an eye, to be replaced by one of concern. “Dan? What’s the matter?”
I wiped a hand over my face, resolutely ignoring the mess in my pants. I rapidly shook my head. “I, um. I have to go. I’ll do better tomorrow. On set, I mean. I won’t fuck up on set tomorrow.”
“Dan,” Vincent growled.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone