To open it and invite me in.
Hearing my name come out of his lips just before did alarming things to me. I have to fight not to break that door down, grab him, kiss away that uptight, fussy facade that he likes to put on, show him how good I could make him feel…
But just as I'm reaching out for the doorknob, I hear the lock slide home.
You stupid fuck, I tell myself.What the hell else did you think was gonna happen?
I give a soft double tap to the door and then I head back out to the main rooms, leaving all those silly fantasies behind me. I've got work to do, and now, thanks to one soft decision with Darian, I've gothiswork to do, too.
I can't bring myself to regret it, though. Guy was fried. He's been working himself up these last few weeks, winding tighter and tighter, and I could see he was about to crack tonight. Last thingwe need is Darian out of action while this parley is going on. I give him a hard time, but I know better than anyone that this place will fall apart if he's not there to be the linchpin.
Besides, I never sleep all that well. What's another hour or two working when I'd just be lying awake in bed?
I call in two of the night guards and have them help me straighten things up in the salon and kitchen, checking over their work when they're done, ignoring their grumbles, making them do it over when I know Darian wouldn't approve.
It's three a.m. by the time I head to my own bed. For the parley, I'm staying onsite as well, and my bedroom is around the corner and down another hallway from Darian's. Not too close, thank God.
I don't need the fucking temptation.
But I can't get him out of my head. Those pretty, liquid eyes, that elegant face, the way he always seems to be in total control of himself. It makes me want to see what happens when he gives up that control.
I sprawl out in my bed, trying to ignore my dick. After a second, I give up, and wrap a hand around it, stroking slowly…and I think abouthim.
Darian on his knees.
Darian looking up at me with those eyes, filled with a mixture of fear and desire, lips parting to take me in, his tongue teasing, exploring.
My fingers wrap tighter around my cock, stroking faster as I imagine Darian on his knees before me, as I think aboutordering him to suck me. And in my mind, Darian gazes up at me with those pink lips parted.
Fuck, the way he said mynametonight. Like it was something filthy. Something hewantsin his mouth, something he craves, something he worries he shouldn't be tasting.
Just like my cock.
I thrust into my own grip, thinking about what the wet heat of his tongue would feel like on my dick, the tightness of his throat. I want to wipe that cool composure off his face and ruin him.
The pressure builds up in my balls. I shouldn't be thinking about him, definitely not when we're working together in such close quarters. But the more I try to separate my professional and personal feelings towards Darian, the more entwined they become. Every time I see him, I want to grab hold of him, pin him against the nearest wall, and put my mouth on his.
So in my fantasies, at least, he can be mine.
In my fantasies, he wants it—my cock stretching his lips. Fucking that sweet mouth. He wants me as much as I want him.
Liar. I'm fucking lying to myself; Darian can barely stand to be in the same room as me.
But in my fantasy, he's desperate for it—gagging for my dick like a needy little cockslut. My fist beats out a regular rhythm as I picture grabbing him by his silky, perfect hair and shoving deep into his throat—feeling the bliss of it spasming around me as he struggles to take it all?—
I'm close now, chasing my release as I fuck into my fist.
So fucking beautiful, the sounds he'd make, gagging on me.
With a groan, I come all over my hand and stomach, mind full of that picture of Darian on his knees, lips swollen from sucking me, my cream dripping from his mouth. I pant heavily as the euphoria fades, leaving me unsatisfied.
Craving more.
And guilty as hell for thinking all those depraved things about a co-worker.
Fuck.
I let go of my dick, heart still pounding, and wipe my sticky hand against my thigh as exhaustion hits. I can't keep going like this, desperate for a man who wants nothing to do with me. I need to get my head on straight.
