“He’s my stepbrother.”
“Which kinda makes us family, right? And families stick together, don’t they?”
“What exactly are you suggesting, Liam?”
“Liam, here’s that file you requested.”
I breathe a sigh of relief as Monica, Liam’s assistant, interrupts our conversation and hands him a manila folder. He gives me a forced smile, then leaves my desk and Monica follows closely behind him.
I seriously don’t know what his deal is. First, he ignores me whenever we’re at a family function, then in a roundabout way, he tells me that my stepbrother is hot. And then there was that comment about families sticking together. What the hell was that all about? And what was with that sultry, seductive tone? It’s getting increasingly difficult to read this guy, and I’m not sure I want to waste my energy trying to figure him out, even if I have been here five years already. My attraction toward men runs deep. Far deeper than I ever want to admit. But my attraction toward Liam, that’s next level dangerous. If he knew how I felt about him, it would be a disaster. Not only would he torture the ever-loving crap out of me, but he would also make my life a living hell at work. And I shudder to think what would happen if my family found out, especially Elvis.
I’ve never kept my sexuality a secret. I’ve been openly gay since I was a teenager. My parents divorced when I was young and when my dad married my stepmother, Bambi, it was a second chance at happiness for him. My mom remarried too, a great man named Lawrence. I guess I’m really lucky to get alongwith my stepparents and stepsiblings. I’m an only child, and I never grew up with any brothers or sisters. So having Elvis and Isabella as stepsiblings means I get to grow up all over again, with them.
I get to my feet and head to the kitchen, placing my mug under the spout of the coffee machine then press the button. The machine comes to life and fresh, warm coffee pours through the spout and into my mug. At that moment, Liam enters the kitchen and goes straight to the refrigerator, and he hasn’t noticed me standing here. I let my gaze wander freely over his body, his shirt is untucked at the back and I very much enjoy the view of his underwear peeking out from above the back of his pants. But when he closes the door and takes a bite of his apple, what really has me wetting my lips is how his cock, balls, and the ridge of his cockhead are clearly visible through his black pants. He exits the kitchen without noticing me. I then grab my coffee and head back to my desk and quickly take my seat to hide my growing erection.
The thing that scares me the most about attending this party tonight, is the fact that Liam is a heavy drinker, when the occasion calls for it. And when he gets drunk, he’s not at his most charming. I know from Elvis and Dean’s wedding. Liam had quite a bit to drink and became very disorderly at the wedding, to the point where my stepfather had to pull him aside to sober him up with some water and soda before he got too out of line. I’m far more concerned about what he could potentially say ordoto me. At work, he’s Liam Samuels, my boss. But when we clock off for the day and everyone heads to the bar after work, Liam Samuels is no longer my boss. He’s rude, arrogant, chauvinistic, and if I’m being bluntly honest, a walking wet dream and I get extremely nervous around him whenever we’re together, especially in a bar because I don’t know whetherhe’s going to say or do something that’s going to embarrass me. Although right now, my nervousness in the office doesn’t appear to be having much of a detrimental effect on what Liam’s hard, muscular body is doing to me.
I feel my cock pulsate, trying desperately to free itself from the confines of my underwear.
How the fuck am I going to explain this to Elvis and Isabella?
I have a great relationship with Elvis, Dean, and Isabella, we’re all very close and tell each other everything. I’ve even talked about my sex life, or lack of, with Isabella and she knows more about my love life than my parents. But despite everything I say about Liam, his attitude and mannerisms, there is one thing that I’ve kept a secret since the day I first met him.
Liam Samuels is one hot sex god who I want to peel out of his clothes, throw onto the bed, and fuck his goddamn brains out.
I check the time. It’s almost the end of the day and I still have a bit of work to do before the year is out. I grab one of the files and enter the information on the computer, then I take a sip of my now warm coffee. As I continue working, I feel a pair of firm hands massage the extremely tense muscles at the base of my neck. Not bothering to look behind me, I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of my muscles becoming relaxed.
“God, that feels amazing. You have great hands,” I say.
“I’m glad you enjoy my services.”
His voice has me opening my eyes and suddenly becoming very,veryalert of what’s going on.
I immediately get to my feet and turn around to face Liam.
“Liam, what are you doing?” I ask.
“Relieving some of that tension in your shoulders,” he replies.
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
“Oh? Then whatdoyou mean?” he questions.
I let out a long sigh. I really don’t need this right now.
“I don’t have time for your games, Liam.”
“Games? What kind of games are we talking about?”
He advances toward me a few inches until my ass is pressed against my desk, making it impossible for me to move.
“Liam, please,” I beg.
“What? Not used to this much attention?” he asks.
“We’re in your office, and there are people around.”
“You keep forgetting that I’m the boss here, and besides, nobody’s watching us right now.”
