I’m not ashamed of my sexuality, and almost the entire office knows that I prefer a cock over a pussy. And I’ve definitely had my fair share of hook-ups, but they’ve been nothing more than just that. Casual fucking and sucking. The real object of my affection, however, is currently at the other end of the house deciding what outfit to wear tonight. It doesn’t matter what he chooses because Dylan Lewis could come out here wearing nothing but a brown paper bag and he’d still look spectacular.
Hmmm, now there’s a delicious thought!
Taking another sip of my coffee, I’m reminded of the first time I met Dylan. Dean and Elvis had only been married a few short months and when we were out one night celebrating my birthday, it came up in conversation that Elvis’s stepbrother was in need of a job. I was looking for someone to work in my accounts department, and I figured I’d give the guy a chance. What I wasn’t expecting, however, was for Dylan Lewis to strollinto my office looking drop-dead gorgeous in his suit that had my jaw dropping to the floor and me drooling all over him. He was nervous as hell in that interview which only made him look hotter and more irresistible. Aside from the fact that he was my brother’s new stepbrother-in-law, if that’s even a thing, I decided to give the guy a chance. Besides, it also meant that I could spend eight hours a day ogling the guy, which is why I gave him the desk located conveniently near my office.
I know people say you should never shit where you sleep or mix business with pleasure. But isn’t that what makes things so exciting, living life dangerously close to the edge? I know I spend every working hour teasing the gorgeous bastard, but that’s only because I know how to push all his buttons, and believe me, seeing him get all worked up the way he does, is sexy as hell. I’m full of sex appeal, and I certainly have no problem using it to my full potential, especially when that full potential is pointed right at Dylan Lewis. Man, the things I only dream about doing to that man. I live life with only one motto in mind– if I like something, and I want it so badly, then I just need to go for it. Except, the only problem is telling Dylan how I feel about him without scaring him off. Then there’s also the possibility that he may not even be the slightest bit interested in me. After all, he’s never once flirted back with me. It’s always been one-sided. I throw the rest of my coffee down the sink, wash my mug and place it on the dish rack to dry. Then I move to the living room and lean against the fireplace while I wait for Dylan. I don’t have to wait much longer though, because at that moment he enters the living room and I angle my head up and look at him.
Damn!
I move away from the fireplace and take a few steps toward him.
“You look … great,” I tell him, unsure what else to say.
“Say what you really think and not what you want me to hear.”
“No, I mean it. You look great,” I confirm.
He lowers his head and gives himself a once-over, and I quickly lick my lower lip suggestively. If this guy is trying to tease me, he’s fucking succeeding.
“You actually scrub up quite nicely, too,” he tells me.
“I’m so glad you noticed. But you see me in a suit every day at the office.”
“Yes. But I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with your hair slicked back like that. And by the way, how did you manage to get changed and get here so quickly?” he asks.
“I’m a man ofmanytalents,” I say, cocking a brow.
“I’m sure you are.”
He locks eyes with mine and neither of us say a word for a few long seconds.
“Well, I guess we should get going. Iamthe boss after all, and I shouldn’t be late to a party that I’m hosting.”
I brush past him and make my way to the front door, and I feel my cock swell beneath the fabric of my pants. I decided not to go commando tonight. Not because I plan on getting laid or anything like that. Although, having Dylan Lewis crouched down on his knees and wedged between my thighs sucking me off would be the perfect way to end the working year. As I stand by the door waiting, Dylan grabs his phone and wallet from the coffee table and places them in his pocket, then makes his way over to me. He unlocks the front door and pulls it open, stepping aside and making way for me to exit. Once I get outside, I stand on the porch with my hands in my pockets. He locks the door,then I lead the way down the stairs and to my car, which is parked in the driveway behind his Jaguar.
I press the button on my clicker and the car unlocks. I open my driver’s side door and step into the vehicle. Dylan follows suit, and once he’s seated, fastens his seatbelt. I start the car and the engine roars to life, then I reverse out of his driveway. Once we’re on the main road, I flick through my playlist on YouTube Music while also concentrating on my driving. When I get to Berlin’s “Take My Breath Away,” I grin and press play.
We continue down the main road in silence, and I casually glance over in his direction, my eyes narrowing in on his crotch for a split second, noticing the thick outline of his cock through his pants before I return my focus to the road. Relishing over the fact that the guy has a hard-on right now, I’m hopeful that tonight may in fact go in my favor.
“You know we’re technically family, right?” I ask, breaking the silence.
“Not really. I mean, my stepbrother married your brother. That doesn’t make us related.”
“No. But in a way we’re still kind of family,” I say.
“So? What’s your point?”
“My point is, family tells each other everything, and you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”
He stares at the road ahead but says nothing.
“You know, like secrets. The type of things that you can’t tell your parents but you really need to tell someone.”
“I’m well aware of what secrets are, Liam. No doubt you have many of your own.”
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
I’m not sure whether or not he was fishing for information, but seeing as it has started up a conversation between the two of us, I may as well keep going with the flow.
