I wake up in the morning slowly and the first thing I realise is that I feel warm and lazy. That’s sufficiently unusual for me to crank my eyes open. When my gaze drops on the man lying next to me, I jolt upright like I’ve been electrocuted.

My first thought is Sweet Jesus, what have I done? Actually, that’s a lie. My actual first thought is Holy shit, he looks amazing. Jesse is lying face down on the bed, his dark brown hair a silky mess around his face and his full, pink lips slightly parted. His olive skin is dark against the blue bedlinen, and I’m now in a position to know that he’s that colour all over apart from a pale strip around his arse. The reason I know that is because said arse is exposed, as I’ve pulled the sheet off him in a panic.

He starts to stir and panic fills my head. What the fuck am I going to do? Thoughts swirl around my brain. He works for me. I’m his boss. He’s so much younger than me. God, he’s lovely. What about that thing he did with his tongue last night? To my horror, I feel my cock fill. Images of last night flit lazily past my eyes.

He opens his eyes to cast a bleary gaze over me, and he smiles. It’s glorious, full of sleepy happiness, and I panic. I totally panic.

“This was a mistake,” I blurt out. Loudly. I watch the sleepy happiness fade to confusion and feel my heart sink. What am I doing? I’m not sure, but as a testament to my stupidity, I carry on doing it. “I’m so sorry,” I say hoarsely. “We shouldn’t have slept together.”

The confusion melts to something dark before he shutters it, leaving him with a blank, cool expression that doesn’t sit well on that lovely, mobile face.

“Bit late for that now.” He sits up, completely unfazed by the fact that he’s stark naked, while I have the sheet wrapped around me like I’m Doris Day in one of those old films with Rock Hudson. I wish I was as cool, because just the sight of his cock lying semi hard against his thigh makes my mouth water.

I become aware that I’m staring at his dick, and it appears to be equally interested. I drag my gaze up to find him watching me with one eyebrow raised. I clear my throat and try to gather my composure. Remembering that I’m old enough to be his father helps.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t do this again. It would be wrong,” I say awkwardly. Unfortunately, the awkwardness comes across as cold, and I wince as I watch his face harden.

“Oh, how did I know you were going to say that?” he says, sliding out of bed and striding over to the wardrobe. He grabs a pair of faded old jeans and pulls them up. I watch that tight, round arse disappear and have a sudden flashback to seeing the cheeks spread as I eased my dick into his tiny hole, watching as it closed around my cock. I blink. Oh my God, I’m having sex-related flashbacks.