“That’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have gotten that drunk. I shouldn’t have hit on you at the event. I shouldn’t have sex with you. And above all, I shouldnothave treated you that way.”
I rolled my eyes so hard they hurt. “Oh myfuckinggod, Alec! Stop! I liked it, you liked it, we’re both single. Give it afuckingrest, bro. JE-sus.”
His eyes tensed. “No, I will not give it a rest. I fucked you like some piece of meat last night. You’re my Jr. Rep. That’s such a bad look. I… I don’t need to tell you.”
“I am your Jr. Rep., and I was just following the boss’s orders last night,” I said in a more than wayward attempt to be funny, sexy, or both.
His nostrils flared, and his eyes tightened. “It’s not fucking funny, Blackwood.”
Hearing him call me by my last name, in that tone, brought me back to the night before, and my cock tingled. Was that my new normal? Would his sway over me be that powerful forever? Because the harder he glared, the more aroused I was. Maybe I really did want to be his sexual plaything, used for his pleasure, and told how much of a good boy I was for it. That was so unlike who I thought I was, it made my head hurt.
I flushed and stumbled on my words. “I, uh… I know, sir—I mean Alec! I wasn’t trying to be funny to make light of it, just saying you’re making a bigger deal than needed.”
Alec saw my reaction and had his own. His cheeks got red, and his breath caught. My arousal for him caused his own for me—a self-sustaining cycle bound to end in more ass-fucking. Something neither of us wanted that morning.
He softened. “You don’t need to call me that. It was weird but kinda hot when we were drunk. Now it’s just weird.” He chuckled.
“Sorry,” I said with a smile and a chuckle. “Kinda slipped out there.”
“Figured as much.” He patted my knee like a coach, telling his playerbetter luck next time. “Maybe it’s not as big a deal as I’m making it. It was fucking fun.” He looked away and smirked with half his mouth. “Best sex of my life. And honestly,” his cheeks went red again, “it was hot as hell. The wholesirthing and telling you what to do. Got me off hard.”
“Yeah, I didn’t hate it,” I said, but I thought I might just hate loving it. “It’s not. We’re adults. Both single. No one needs to know. I trust that you’re not gonna get weird with me at work,and you know I couldn’t use you to advance my career if I tried. Not a big deal.”
“Those are good points,” he said, his smile creeping into his eyes. “But it can never happen again. Understand, Blackwood?”
Damn. More than a tingle. My cock got half hard. The smile, the drop in octave, and my last name were potent aphrodisiacs coming from him.
“No, sir. Never again.”
His eyes tensed, but his smile remained. “Good.” The unsaidboylingered on his lips. “I’m serious, Blackwood.”
“I know. I am, too.”
“Good boy.”
???
I didn’t see Alec for hours. I wasn’t supposed to; we had different schedules, but I missed him. More than I’d miss a friend I came to a party with. Before we parted, we discussed our plans for the day on the way to meet our coworkers.
“They’re gonna want to go to the networking event again tonight,” he said.
“Yeah? And?”
“Do you think it’s a good idea to drink again? Can’t trust you all liquored up. Can’t trust myself either.”
“Oh, uh. Yeah, I guess.”
“We’ll go, but not drink, and head in early. Sound good?”
I know what I wanted to say. He knew, too, and looked at me over his shoulder. A warning not to. I nodded, so did he.
Right before we were within earshot of our colleges, he said, “I'm serious, Blackwood. Never again.”
“Yes, sir.”
Conferences are dull, as a rule. Because I was so new to the industry, I was on a learning track. Speeches and presentations meant for customers. The group that put the conference on was composed of a few prominent small players in the space. Everything I sat through was a veiled slight at the Silicon Valley giants, who dominated the market.
Look, I believe in every product I’ve ever sold, up to the point that I need to so I can sell it. If I hadn’t worked at FinCrest, I might have never thought about financial or accounting software. Do I think Microsoft, Oracle, SAP, and the rest make shitty products? Not as much as those presenters, that’s for damn sure. Do I speak about FinCrest’s software suites as if they’re the custom-tailored Parisian suit compared to Microsoft’s Walmart discount jeans? Damn fucking right, I do.
