I did want to experience more with Atlas. I really did. He was stunningly sexy. But this agreement between the three of us would allow me more time with Hugh. Maybe I’d even have a chance to touch him more. It wasn’t often I got to do that. Every once in a while, if he was being sucked off, and I was finished, I leaned against him to watch, and he’d let me.
No one had any idea how hard it was to watch Hugh naked, getting off, and not be involved in his pleasure. It was pure torture sometimes. Sure, I could’ve asked him or even tried to touch him, but the whole cousins thing held me back; well, that and Uncle Hanley. He’d blow a fucking gasket if he found out. Besides, playing with Atlas was risky enough.
If I were being honest with myself, I could’ve used a relationship. Playing around sexually was fun. A lot of fun. But I mostly did it for Hugh. He had sexual needs, so I went along with them. However, after fifteen years, it had become increasingly lonely, which was another reason I jumped at Atlas being our PA and plaything. There would be more longevity in this. I could spend more time with a person than for one night. I wanted to get to know him beyond the bedroom.
God, I just needed to fucking hold someone in bed. Sure, I tried to have relationships, but they got in the way of what Hugh wanted. Yeah, I was too much of a people pleaser. I knew that. It’s what happens when you lose your parents early in life, and you don’t want to be abandoned. You go out of your way to make others happy.
Needless to say, I was fucking excited about this arrangement. Would Atlas let me hold him sometimes? I hoped so. We’d have to see how it all played out.
I took a sip of my steaming coffee, set the mug down on my desk, and dropped my bag onto the leather couch. Instead of sitting and getting ready for my day, I pulled out the small brown paper bag from my laptop case.
Inside were a pair of women’s sheer black pantyhose. I opened the packaging and draped them on the couch, then I unbuckled and unzipped my slacks. After removing my shoes, socks, and slacks, I sat down and gently put on the hose, careful not to snag them. God, how did women wear these all the time? I couldn’t stand them. I hated the way they rubbed against my skin. My legs were smooth after shaving them last night, because the hose were even worse to wear when you were hairy.
I stood and pulled them up over my hips and waist. Was it weird that I wore these for Hugh? Probably. When I put them on, I hoped he would notice somehow. Like he could sense I was wearing them for him.
I’d hoped Hugh would come to me eventually with questions about his sexuality, but he never did.
Hugh was sexually turned on by femininity and elegance. It made sense to me that he was gynosexual since he would also get involved with men as long as they had some femininity or androgyny about them. And that right there was another reason Hugh would never want me. I was too masculine and dominant. But if it meant I could have him at least once, I would dress in fucking drag for him, if he wanted.
I adjusted my cock and nuts in the snug fit and put my clothes back on.
As soon as I straightened my tie, the receptionist texted me that Atlas had arrived. I stepped out of my office to greet him. Hugh was busy with Uncle Hanley in an early morning meeting.
Atlas was waiting in the reception area, and when he saw me heading his way, he stood with a huge smile on his face. He looked attractive in his olive-colored suit, the same one he’d worn to the interview, and paired with a teal tie that complemented it.
He wasn’t supermodel beautiful, but he had a unique face, which made him highly appealing. He was gorgeous in his own unconventional way.
I reached out my hand and took his to shake, and was suddenly engulfed in something flowery, feminine—that little stinker. I couldn’t help but smile. He was already trying to please us and bring a more feminine touch, even when wearing a suit.
“Atlas. Right on time.”
“Hello, Mr. Pierce.”
“Hugh’s in a meeting, so I’ll show you around.”
“Thanks.”
“Do you need some coffee?”
“I had some this morning already.”
We started with the receptionist. I leaned against her desk and waved at Atlas. “Mia, you’ve met Atlas. As you know, he’ll be our assistant. If you need us for any reason, you reach out to Atlas.” Then I turned to face Atlas. “And Mia’s the go-to for reaching anyone you need in the office. She can also help you set up catering and such for meetings.”
“Hi, Mia,” Atlas greeted.
“Hello.”
I walked off with Atlas in tow. “We have a smartphone for you that’s for business use only. You’ll also receive a laptop, which you can take home, along with a tablet, which is mostly used for appointments and scheduling.”
As he walked next to me, I leaned in close. “For anything else, we’ll use our personal phones.”
Atlas’s face pinked, and he gnawed on that cute bottom lip. “Yessir.”
“Here’s the kitchen.” I waved into the room. It was large, with several tables and chairs for people who preferred to eat in the office. Atlas headed toward the refrigerator and put his lunch inside.
“If you ever have to order food for Hugh and me, you can also order some for yourself on the company’s dime. Oh, that reminds me, we’ll issue you a company card to be used for anything business-related.”
Next, we headed to HR to obtain his paperwork for benefits.
