“Claire. What’s up?” Feeling an immediate rush of blood flood my face, I try to steady my voice.
Her blonde ponytail whips behind her as she closes the door. “You won’tbelievewho just walked into the restaurant.” She giggles. I watch in horror as she skips over to my desk and perches on the edge.
“Oh yeah?” I gulp. “Who?” I try to keep my focus on her, but the grip around my shaft only tightens.
“Gabriel West.” I can see the excitement radiating off her.
I squint my eyes, begging myself to focus on her and not the warm slickness gliding up and down my dick.
“You know, the guy who directed that short film that they played at the Toronto Film Festival?”
“Oh,Gabe,” I say, a little too close to a moan. Claire’s eyebrows furrow as she crosses her arms and straightens her back.
Fuck. She’s on to me.
“I mean…” I let out a nervous cough. “Yeah, I know Gabe. He’s a cool dude.” I shrug to prove my nonchalance.
She drops her arms on the desk and leans closer to me. My heart stops.
Please don’t look down, please don’t look down.
“Acooldude? He’s a total smoke show.” She straightens back up. As if him being attractive makes any difference to me. “Please, hire him. Oh, please. It’ll make my whole summer.” She whines, clasping her hands together.
“Wait, what? Why would I do that?”
Claire rolls her eyes. “Gabriel—Gabe—whatever is waiting to be interviewed by you. He wants a job here.” She hops off my desk to head towards the door. “Should I just tell him to come in or–”
“No!” I yell out. I cough to clear my throat. “Can you tell him I'll be there in five minutes? Just sit him at one of the empty booths in the dining area and I’ll be right there.”
She gives me one of her gleaming smiles. “Thanks, boss!” She winks at me before skipping to the door and closing it on her way out.
I exhale heavily as I sit back and look down at the troublemaker still attached to me.
“You’re insomuch trouble,” I pant. Elijah looks up at me with those heavenly doe eyes, giving me one of his unapologetic, devious smiles before going right back to deep-throating me. My head tilts back as I give in, the pleasure overwhelming. I’m too close to the edge to give him any more trouble than that.
“What am I going to do with you?” I give a breathy moan, digging my shoes into the ground. He grips my lower back, pulling me closer so it feels like I’m sliding down his throat. It’s all too much.
Copper floods my mouth from how hard I’m biting my bottom lip, trying desperately to stifle any sound. I hang on for dear life as I tumble over the edge.
My body trembles as euphoria ripples down to my toes. His eyes never waver from mine as he swallows down every pulse.
I quickly position my hand softly under his neck, feeling his Adam’s apple dip as sucks me dry. The sensation sends shivers racing down my spine. I think it may be my new favorite thing. With Elijah, I find a new favorite thing every time we’re together.
Elijah hums, popping his mouth off my tip. He flashes me the most charming smile I’ve ever seen after doing the most sinful thing. “You’re delicious.” He smirks, lazily passing his tongue over my tip.
“And you’re crazy.” I laugh, shaking my head. My hips twitch a couple more times at the sensation before he’s satisfied. I back up my chair, giving him enough space so he can crawl out. “Can’t believe you didn’t stop. Claire was having a full-blown conversation with me and everything.” I stuff myself back into my pants and walk over to the mirror I have hanging up on the office wall. Thankfully, I don’t look as completely wrecked as that blowjob made me feel. I smooth my hair back and attempt to straighten myself out.
Getting up and dusting off his black apron from his waist, Elijah laughs. “I’ll stop the day it’s no longer sexy that I’m banging the boss.” He winks at me.
I watch him through the mirror as he smooths his apron with effortless confidence, like blowing my mind is just another natural talent. I quickly forget why I was giving him a hard time. The guywants to give me knee-shaking orgasms during his break at work? I should be thanking him.
He flashes his caramel-brown eyes at me through the mirror and winks, clearly knowing I’m watching.
I stride back over to him, closing the distance between us—since it’s always too much—and grip the back of his neck, crushing his lips into mine. He grabs hold of my waist, pulling me in to rub his hard-on against me.
A smile creeps across my face. “I should help you deal with that,” I say softly.
His eyebrows raise as he looks down at my lips. “Maybe you should—”
