“What did you do to get into Mr. Elwood’s good graces?” he snapped, jaw tight. His suit was impeccable as usual, a lot more expensive than mine, but that’s what happened when your parents had money. “My mother knows the mayor.”
“And?” I asked in a bored tone, forcing down the urge to snicker at him. “Elwood isn’t the mayor.”
“Mr.Elwood is a respectable politician who helps the mayor with his policies. If anyone deserves to work beneath him, it’s me.”
I nearly snorted at the word “respectable.” If only Kalinski knew the truth about Vane and his sex kinks. I imagined the asshole before me would run for the hills. He didn’t seem to be the type to have sex at all, let alone the kinky kind.
“If you say so.” I smiled sarcastically at him. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do forMr.Elwood.” With a wink in his direction, I hit his shoulder on the way past and walked toward Vane’s office door. He already said he’d be away for most of the morning, and the thought of sitting in his office again made me shiver.
Jean-Paul was waiting for me at his desk as soon as I entered. He peered up at me with an amused curve to his mouth that made me pause in surprise. I didn’t think I’d done anything funny. I quickly checked to make sure there wasn’t toilet paper stuck to my shoe.
“Hi?” I said, confused and slightly alarmed.
Jean-Paul shoved himself to his feet and walked around the desk with his arms crossed. He looked very put together today, but that seemed usual for him. I could see why Vane kept him around. “I had a visitor this morning.”
“Kalinski?” I guessed with a roll of my eyes.
He chuckled, and I froze at the uncharacteristically evil sound. “Yes, apparently he feels like you didn’t earn your position under Mr. Elwood. He was very adamant that you must have been blackmailing the deputy mayor.”
Irritation stirred in my guts. I expected a lot of things from Kalinski, but going to my boss’s assistant and telling him that I was blackmailing Vane wasn’t one of them. I sighed. “He has it out for me.”
“You don’t say?” He stepped closer, and I stiffened, not sure what to expect from this side of him. This was new. “Be careful, Jaxson. When you become a politician, there are a lot of people who want to bring you down, and they would do anything to see you burn. He seems like one of those people.”
“He’s only here because Mommy and Daddy have money,” I grumbled.
“Maybe, but money speaks in politics. Don’t let him get one over on you.” Then he stepped back again and waved his hand toward Vane’s office door. I got the feeling this more serious side of his personality was closer to his real self than what I’d seen of him so far. “You’ll be doing the same today as you were yesterday. Mr. Elwood will be back this afternoon, and he told me you can use his office until then.”
I smiled in thanks and gripped my bag tighter on my shoulder as I strode past him and opened Vane’s door, stepping inside. A mixture of anger and annoyance stirred inside me. Jean-Paul was right, and usually I was ready for people like Kalinski—the kind who thought they could get whatever they wanted because they’ve always gotten that growing up. He was going to learn that wasn’t the case when I was involved.
Plans formed in my head as I fell into Vane’s seat and opened the laptop I’d left there yesterday. I worked through the majority of the morning, my mind jumping from work to what I was going to do about Kalinski, until it hit about eleven and I was out of steam. I fell back into the seat and stared around the room, at the polished wooden bookcase and desk. Couches. Meeting table. Everything as pristine and expensive as Vane himself. And that reminded me of last night and the way he fucked into my hole.
I shivered again and licked my lips. My gaze wandered to a picture of Vane on the desk. He was holding his diploma and wore a black graduation gown. He was a lot younger in this picture, I guessed it was from high school, but he hadn’t changed that much. Vane was still as handsome as ever, maybe even more so now that he was older and more experienced.
The thought had me reaching down to cup myself under the desk.Fuck. That was one way of putting it. The mere thought of him made my cheeks flush and cock harden. He’d taken care of me in ways other guys hadn’t, fucking me in all the right ways, and I wanted more.
I chewed on my bottom lip and unzipped and unbuttoned my pants, pulling myself out of my underwear. I couldn’t believe I was doing this here, but pleasure trickled through me and I wanted to come in his office, leave my mark.
I snorted at my own thoughts. The two days I’d spent with him were clearly already making an impression on me. Spitting into my palm, I wrapped my hand around my cock and leaned back into Vane’s chair. I closed my eyes and thought about the way he’d fucked me last night, his thick cock drilling my hole so roughly that I came without touching myself. It’d been hot and I needed more. I imagined him doing me over his desk, and I wondered if Jean-Paul would be able to hear outside the door if we did do it in here. I had a feeling he already knew what was happening.
I chuckled and gave myself a good squeeze, fondling up and down my hard length with long, tight strokes. “Fuck yeah.”
The door shot open and I jerked upright, eyes flashing wide as Vane strode through the door. He paused just over the threshold and raised his eyebrows. He couldn’t see me under the desk, but it wasn’t hard to guess what was happening. My face burned.
“Well, well, well.” Vane smirked and turned. “Jean-Paul, please don’t interrupt us.”
I heard his assistant confirm the request before Vane shut the door, the sound of the click louder to my ears than it probably was. Releasing myself, I fumbled with my pants, but Vane was at my side before I realized, and he grabbed my hands.
“Stop.”
I froze, swallowing as my eyes rose to stare at his handsome, amused face. “I—”
“Don’t speak,” Vane demanded. “Stand up.”
I moved instinctively, aware of the way my cock hadn’t softened at all, even though I’d been caught. If anything, I was harder now that he was in the room. He moved me away from the chair and sat down in it instead before crooking his finger in my direction. “Come here. Sit on my lap.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, trembling in excitement as I did exactly what he’d asked. It was a little awkward with suit pants and my shoes on, but I turned toward him and settled my knees on either side of his thighs on the office chair. He touched my hips and I gasped. His gaze settled on my jutting cock and he licked his lips.
“Were you taking care of yourself while Daddy stepped out?” His voice was rough and low, and I felt it to my core, sparks of need firing through me.
