They were both breathing hard, unable to speak as they came down from their respective highs. It was one of the most eerily intimate moments of Zack’s life. He listened to John’s breathing as it synchronized with his own. He tried to think of a time when he’d just breathed with one of his clients, and he came up blank. Then again, he’d never come at his own desk before.

Zack wiped his brow. Fuck, he was in trouble.

He shifted and winced. The tight fabric rubbed against the sensitive head of his dick. He could feel his semen getting stickier by the second as it dried. He glanced down and swore. There was a large wet spot on the front of his pants. He was going to have to pray it dried before his shift was over.

He sank into his chair, jelly-boned and exhausted. He moved the receiver to his other ear. “God, that was amazing.”

“It was,” John agreed. He sounded as wrecked as Zack felt. “I can think of a way it could have been better though.”

“I really don’t see how that’s possible, but lay it on me.”

When John spoke next, his voice was quiet, “Will you do something for me, Wesley?”

“Anything,” Zack agreed blearily. He was too fucked out to care.

John hesitated for a second longer and then said, “Will you send me a photo?”

Zack sat straight up. Warning bells sounded in his head. “What?”

“Picturing it isn’t enough. I want to see you in the trousers I bought you. You’re probably still a little hard, right? Maybe even wet?” John faltered. “I need to know it’s real, that we really just experienced that together. I want to see you again.”

Zack felt an acute mixture of fear and eagerness. “I thought we were supposed to be pretending that we never met.”

“I know, but please do this for me. I need it.”

Zack swallowed thickly. “How?”

“Text it to me?”

Every instinct Zack had screamed at him to refuse—this was breaking all his rules, all the company rules, and all common sense. It was dangerous too. John could give his number out. He could harass him. He could stalk him.

It was the worst idea ever, but Zack had just had the single greatest orgasm of his life. He wasn’t in the mood to make good decisions. And deep down, he could admit to himself that he wanted John’s phone number.

“Okay,” Zack agreed. “Okay, let me get my phone.”

John sucked in a breath like he couldn’t believe it. “Oh God, yes.”

Zack held the receiver between his cheek and shoulder as he fumbled with his phone. His hands were sweating and shaking. Finally, he managed to unlock it and tap the camera app.

“You don’t want a nude, right?” he asked.

“No, clothed is better.”