Chapter 9: Office Hours

The contract said nine to five, together, and Lu Chen intended to enforce it.

At twelve minutes past noon on Monday he locked the vice president's office door.

He drew the blinds across the glass wall and turned around with a legal pad in his hand.

"Term two," he said. "Office hours."

Su Ye, lying on the sofa with his tie off, raised one finger. "We are in the office."

"You were in the canteen for forty minutes."

"It was soup."

"It was a breach." Lu Chen put the legal pad down on the desk and began to unbutton his jacket. "The penalty is also in the contract."

"There's no penalty in the contract. I'd have noticed."

"You haven't read the contract."

"I read the pages with yellow tabs," Su Ye said, sitting up with great interest. "What's the penalty?"

Lu Chen took off his glasses and set them on the pad.

"Come here and find out."

Su Ye was across the room before the glasses had finished settling.

Lu Chen caught him by the shirt front and kissed him, hard and unhurried.

He backed him to the desk until the edge pressed into the back of his thighs.

"You taste like soup," Lu Chen said.

"You taste like rules."

"Turn around."

Su Ye turned.

Lu Chen's hands were quick at his belt and zip.

Then his trousers and underwear were around his knees, and the cool air of the office touched his bare skin.

He gripped the edge of the desk.

A long, careful finger slid down the cleft of his ass, found his hole, and pressed.

"You're still loose from last night," Lu Chen murmured against his ear. "Still wet. Did you think about me all morning?"

"I thought about you in the budget meeting."

"What did you think?"

"That you were wearing the grey suit," Su Ye said, "and that I wanted it on the floor."

"Mm. Full effort, Mr. Su. That's term three."

"I'm giving it. I'm giving it right now."

Lu Chen slicked two fingers from the little bottle in his jacket pocket and worked them into him, steady and unhurried.

Su Ye dropped his forehead to the desk and moaned.

"Quietly," Lu Chen said. "The walls are glass."

"The blinds are down."

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