“Is Leviathan ready for his performance review?” Andy’s voice dripped with playful seduction, a sparkle in his eye that could outshine the Vegas Strip. “I hear he’s been working overtime lately.”
Matt burst into laughter, the rich sound filling their bedroom. “A performance review at midnight? I’m pretty sure that violates several labor laws.”
“Oh please, since when does a billionaire care about working hours?” Andy beckoned him with a crooked finger, his gaze hungry. “Besides, Leviathan has an excellent benefits package. Now come here and pick your poison, Mr. CEO.”
Striding forward with deliberate grace, Matt let the towel drop, enjoying how Andy’s eyes darkened at the sight of him. “See something you like, Mr. HR Director?”
“Just conducting my routine inspection.” Andy’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Quality control is very important in this establishment.”
“This one,” Matt declared, selecting a deep-burgundy silk as he made himself comfortable on the bed.
With deliberate slowness, Andy looped the tie around Matt’s neck, his fingers brushing against sensitive skin. “See? You get the tie; I get the shirt. Fair trade, don’t you think?”
Then Andy was straddling him, arms wrapping around his neck like they belonged there. Their lips crashed together in a hot, wild collision of desire. Tongues tangled in an intimate dance, groans melding between shared breaths. Matt’s hands roamed over Andy’s body with reverence—touching, caressing, claiming—drawing out delicious purrs from Andy.
Breaking from their fervent kiss, Andy trailed his lips down Matt’s neck and chest. “Time for your employee evaluation,” Andy murmured, flicking his tongue over a hardened nipple. “Ah, Chester and Nippy are as responsive as ever. Outstanding performance, as usual.”
Matt’s laugh turned into a gasp as Andy continued his attention. “And look who’s eager to participate,” Andy added with a wicked grin, kissing each ab muscle in turn. “Henry, George, and Louis—still maintaining that perfect attendance record. Though I think Leviathan is getting impatient for his turn.”
Threading his fingers through Andy’s silky hair, Matt found himself torn between amusement and arousal. “You and your naming conventions. What’s next, giving my toes individual personalities?”
“Don’t tempt me,” Andy hushed him with another kiss. “I take my cataloging duties very seriously. Now lie back and let me complete my thorough inspection. Can’t have Vegas’ finest assets going unchecked.”
Matt surrendered to Andy’s playful worship, amazed at how this beautiful young man could turn even their most intimate moments into a delightful comedy routine without losing an ounce of heat. “Your dedication to workplace efficiency is truly admirable.”
“What can I say?” Andy smirked against his skin. “I aim for a five-star rating in all my performance reviews.”
Matt surrendered to Andy’s expert ministrations, each touch igniting sparks that coursed through his veins. Andy’s fingers traced patterns down his chest like an artist painting a masterpiece, following with hot, open-mouthed kisses that left Matt’s skin tingling beneath the cool silk of his tie.
“Well, well… Leviathan is certainly standing at attention today.” Andy’s breath ghosted over Matt’s length, drawing a shiver from deep within. “Someone’s eager for his performance evaluation.”
“Just maintaining my perfect attendance record,” Matt managed through gritted teeth as Andy’s hand wrapped around him, starting a slow, teasing stroke that had his hips lifting off the bed.
Through heavy-lidded eyes, Matt spotted the telling bulge in Andy’s underwear. “Why don’t you let that little Mjolnir of yours come out to play?” His voice was rough with desire. “Seems unfair for Leviathan to have all the fun.”
With a laugh that sent vibrations through Matt’s core, Andy shimmied out of his underwear. He positioned himself over Matt, lining up their lengths together—Matt’s longer, thicker shaft a magnificent beast compared to Andy’s sleek hardness.
“Damn,” Andy muttered, wrapping both hands around them. “One hand isn’t enough to wrap around Leviathan. We might need to file for expansion.”
Matt chuckled, the sound morphing into a moan as Andy began to stroke them together. “Or perhaps just better resource allocation.”
The sight of their joined lengths, the contrast of their sizes, sent a fresh wave of heat through Matt’s body. Unable to resist, he pulled Andy down for a deep kiss, their tongues tangling as Andy continued his ministrations.
“Here, let me help with that workflow,” Matt murmured, his larger hand joining Andy’s to take control of their rhythm.
Andy shot him a mock glare. “I was managing just fine with my current system, thanks.”
“Of course you were.” Matt smirked against his lips. “But consider this a merger of assets.”
Andy’s protest dissolved into a moan as he wrapped his arms around Matt’s neck, surrendering to the pleasure. The friction of their cocks sliding together created a delicious harmony of sensation that had them both gasping.
Soon, Andy’s breathing became erratic, his movements losing their playful precision. With a shuddering gasp, he came, burying his face against Matt’s neck as his release painted their joined hands. The sight and sensation of Andy’s pleasure pushed Matt over the edge moments later, his own climax ripping through him like a summer storm.
Their lips met in a searing kiss, hot and demanding, as they rode out their release together. As the aftershocks subsided, Andy lifted his head with a satisfied smirk. The glint in his eye was nothing short of wicked as he claimed Matt’s lips once more, a kiss that tasted of victory and mischief. Pulling away with a playful bite to Matt’s lower lip, Andy reached for anothertie from their scattered collection, snapping it taut between his hands with an exaggerated flourish.
“Ready for your high-level executive training, Mr. CEO?” Andy’s voice dripped with wicked promise. “I hear you’re due for an… advanced certification.”
Matt reclined against the pillows, arms folded behind his head, a challenging smirk playing on his lips. “I’m all yours. Though I should warn you—I have a history of hostile takeovers.”
