“Well, well… implementing new workplace policies without proper notice?” Matt’s voice dropped to a sinful purr. “How delightfully tyrannical of you.”
Andy surveyed him with mock severity, eyes raking over Matt’s naked form. “I’m particularly concerned about this unauthorized equipment you’re packing. Clearly a violation of workplace safety regulations.”
“Really?” Matt’s lips curved into a wicked smile. “Perhaps you should conduct a thorough inspection. For liability purposes, of course.”
“Oh, I intend to.” Andy’s fingers trailed down Matt’s chest, pausing to tweak his nipples and earning a gratifying groan. “But first, we need to establish some ground rules. Those hands of yours are now officially on paid leave.”
“Understood, boss.” Matt’s voice dripped with amusement, but his eyes blazed with heat. “Though I should warn you—my performance reviews tend to exceed expectations.”
Andy leaned down, claiming Matt’s lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced, sharing the taste of Andy’s release between them. Slowly, Andy mapped Matt’s body, the journey of his lips echoing the path of his hands. He kissed and nipped at Matt’s chest, sucking lightly on each nipple until they pebbled.
“Sweet Jesus and all his accountants,” Matt moaned, his head falling back against the pillows as Andy lavished attention on his body. “If you stop now, I’m filing for bankruptcy.”
Smiling against his skin, Andy continued his downward path, worshipping at the altar of Matt’s perfect physique. He savored the taste of him, the feel of hard muscle and supple skin beneath his lips. Pausing briefly to pay homage to Matt’s six-pack, Andy trailed kisses farther down, until he reached the object of his desire.
He teased the tip of Matt’s cock with his tongue, swirling it around the sensitive flesh, earning a strangled moan from Matt. The silk tie still restrained Matt’s length, the friction of the fabric a new and unexpected source of pleasure. The restriction was a turn-on, heightening his senses and awareness of his own body. The thought of being at Andy’s mercy, restrained and awaiting his pleasure, sent a bolt of desire straight to his core.
Matt’s hips bucked gently, his breath catching as Andy teased him relentlessly. He was at the mercy of Andy’s enthusiasm, his body thrumming with need. Andy’s mouth was everywhere—his cock, his balls, even the sensitive skin of his inner thighs—leaving no inch of him untouched.
“Christ on a corporate ladder,” Matt whispered, his wrists twisting in Andy’s hold as he fought the urge to grab him and take control. The vulnerability of being at Andy’s mercy was like signing over controlling shares—terrifying and thrilling all at once.
“Enjoying your performance evaluation?” Andy’s smile was pure sin as he paused his ministrations. “I must say, your assets are quite… impressive.”
“All part of the standard Caine Industries package,” Matt managed through gritted teeth, his voice rough with need. “Though I should warn you—this particular merger requires extensive due diligence.”
With a deliberately slow lick that had Matt seeing profit margins, Andy released him with an audible pop. “Oh? Well, Mr. CEO, I’ll need to see your full portfolio before I can approve any… upward adjustments.”
“Trust me,” Matt’s voice was pure silk wrapped in steel, “my credentials are impeccable. And I always”—he bucked his hips meaningfully—”deliver on my projections.”
“Bold claims require solid evidence,” Andy purred, his fingers dancing along Matt’s length. “Let’s see if your performance matches your quarterly reports.”
“I guarantee,” Matt growled, his control fraying like a hostile takeover, “this will be the most satisfying merger of your career.”
Groaning in mock frustration but with genuine anticipation shimmering in his steel-gray eyes, Matt offered himself up to Andy—spread out and waiting for whatever love or torment was to come. Andy resumed his worship of Matt’s body with fervor, kissing and licking at his chest and nipples. He flicked and toyed with them until Matt couldn’t help but groan aloud from the pleasure that spiked through him.
Time blurred as Andy continued his oral presentation—until finally lifting his head. “Congratulations, Mr. Caine,” Andydeclared with corporate satisfaction. “Your performance metrics are off the charts. Time to authorize your year-end bonus.”
With that, Andy deftly untied the silk restraint, freeing Matt’s aching cock. He wrapped his hand around the base, giving it a firm squeeze that had Matt seeing stars. Then, with a wicked grin, Andy lowered his head and took Matt deep into his mouth.
The wet heat enveloping him was almost too much to bear. Matt’s hands fisted in the sheets, his hips rising off the bed as Andy worked him with lips and tongue. The younger man’s enthusiasm was intoxicating, his skill undeniable. He brought Matt to the brink again and again, only to back off at the last moment, keeping him teetering on the edge.
“Sweet mother of mergers,” Matt ground out, his voice strained with need. “This has to violate some OSHA regulations.”
Andy released him with an obscene pop, his lips glistening like a freshly signed contract. “Just implementing my new edging policy. I find it improves… staff retention.”
“Christ,” Matt panted, gripping the sheets like closing documents, “we need to make these quarterly assessments at least monthly. Weekly, even.”
“Careful there, boss.” Andy’s laugh was pure sin. “Keep talking corporate, and I’ll have to add a penalty clause.”
“What can I say?” Matt’s grin was wolfish. “I always aim to maximize shareholder value.”
With that, Andy resumed his hostile takeover of Matt’s senses, determined to restructure every coherent thought in the CEO’s mind. And as Matt surrendered to the pleasure, he marveled at how this beautiful upstart had managed the most successful corporate raid of his life—acquiring not just his body, but his heart in the process.
When his release finally came, it was Andy’s name that escaped his lips like a billion-dollar deal closing. Andy collectedhis dividend with enthusiasm, before crawling up to collapse beside his thoroughly acquired asset.
“I believe,” Andy murmured, his head resting on Matt’s chest, “this concludes our most profitable quarter yet.”
“Mmm,” Matt agreed, running his fingers through Andy’s hair like counting his blessings. “Though I should warn you—hostile takeovers like this tend to result in… aggressive counteroffers.”
