Holy fuck.
If I came in my fucking pants right here on the way to the restaurant, I was going to be so pissed. And embarrassed. But most of all, pissed.
The fact that I was getting this turned on by such a simple semblance of contact that could be explained away as innocent was wholly ridiculous. But here I was, subtly spreading my legs apart in the hope that Avery somehow took the hint and wandered his hand back up north.
“I’ve got an apartment in the city that’s not too far away from my office,” he continued to talk. “Took over the company during a merger and then acquired all the assets when the board wanted to sell in order to cut their losses. I saw potential in the staff and decided to stay on. Now we’re in the Fortune 500.”
“Impressive,” I mumbled, holding back a moan.
It was. Truly.
I just really wished we were having this conversation at any other fucking time than right now.
Maybe this was Avery’s sick way of torturing me with what I couldn’t have. The blowjob had been a fluke, a one-time thing.Now, he was dangling himself in front of me like a fucking carrot on a stick.
‘Sorry I’m straight and you can’t have me’.
“You like running your own place?” he asked.
I did.
Funny enough, everything that I’d been warned about when taking over the shop and completely revamping it into my own were the parts I liked the most. The background of owning a shop wasn’t exactly a mechanic’s paradise, however, it always had me feeling like a real business owner when I got back to balancing the books and keeping the place running on the clerical side of things.
Would I prefer to be working on cars any day of the week?
Sure, absolutely. But the other stuff wasn’t nearly as bad as some made it out to be.”
“Mmm, it’s nice. No boss to answer to,” I said.
“True. I guess I still have people to answer to, in a sense.”
“Employees?” I asked.
“That and a board of investors. Annoying stuff.” He ran his thumb along the shape of my knee. “Don’t ever get into the corporate world.”
“Thanks for the tip.” My eyes were starting to flutter closed. I was so close to grabbing his wrist and forcing him to put his hand right where I needed it.
I was hanging on to my self-control by a thread, much like I had yesterday before Avery had looked at me with thoseeyes. I’d caved instantly, pushed him on the bed and crawled on top of him like I’d been doing it for ages now.
Finally getting my hands around that monster in his pants was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to quenching my thirst for him. I needed more. The blowjob wasn’t enough. That was only a mere appetizer to what I could be having if given the chance.
Fuck, listen to me. Trying to play this off like he’d actually be open to something like that.
But wasn’t he?
Wasn’t last night indicative to somethingmore?
He wasn’t avoiding me—actively sought me out, in fact. Invited meto dinner. That had to say something about whatever the fuck this was.
Right?
God, I was going crazy.Thiswas making me crazy.
“Avery...” I croaked.
He jammed on the brakes instantly, his head whipping around.
My hand latched onto his wrist. “Pull over.”
