“Think about it for a few days and then come find me,” I said as I turned to unlock the door. I left him in the bathroom to consider my words as I strode back toward the elevators.
By the time I got to the office again, Jean-Paul had a pinched look on his face. He stood abruptly when I opened the glass doors and held out his hand to me. I passed him the list.
“What took you so long?” he hissed quietly. “Mr. Elwood has been asking for the list for the last five minutes.” He scanned the paper before he passed it back to me. “Take it in to him.”
“Are you sure?” I asked before I could stop myself. Wincing when I realized what I’d said, I cleared my throat and pointed at the door. “I’m going to take it into him.”
Jean-Paul raised his dark eyebrows at me and shook his head, as though he didn’t want to know what was going through my mind. If I was him, I wouldn’t want to know. Hell, I wished I wasn’t myself right now.
I knocked on the oak door, and when Vane gave me permission, I entered. Vane sat behind his desk, leaning back on his chair with his legs crossed. He smirked at me as soon as I entered, and when I turned to close the door again, it gave me the few seconds I needed to steady myself.
Walking toward him was a mixture of hell and heaven, though. He was, in every way, the devil incarnate in that bespoke suit that melded around his body so perfectly. To think once upon a time I wanted a suit like it, but now I wanted the man in it more. I needed to stick to my guns, though. No more gifts.
“Mr. Bell,” he greeted, grinning.
“Sir, I have your list,” I said as I made it to the desk. I held out the paper, but he didn’t reach for it.
“What happened to calling me Daddy?” he whispered, and all at once my body reacted. Face growing warm, skin tingling, I was a fucking lost cause.
I pursed my lips and placed the list on the desk. “There are some good candidates on there, strong employees. I’ve worked with them all if you’d like my opinion on them, but Harold highlighted who he thinks will be excellent volunteers.”
He waved his hand like he didn’t care about the interns. “I asked you to call me Daddy.”
“We’re at work,” I said without missing a beat. Gripping my hands behind my back to stop them from shaking, I kept my back straight. I could be his employee, Jaxson, here.
“You didn’t care about that on Friday when I fucked you on my desk.” He rose gracefully and stalked around his desk like a predator after his prey, and all I could do was stand there and wait to be devoured. “I told you that you were mine, didn’t I, Jaxson?”
I swallowed around the excitement caught in my throat. It was hard to keep a straight face, but I nodded and focused on the window across the room, covered by forest green curtains. “You did.”
He touched my cheek and I let him move my face to look at him, and he smirked again, making heat spread through me. “You are, Jaxson. You are mine, and I think you want that as much as I do. Don’t you? You love being owned by me, fucked by me. You love my cum dripping out of your hole, and you love wearing that belly, being my spunk bitch.” He leaned closer and I breathed in his cologne, the one that had quickly become my favorite. “Are you mine?”
I should have said no, told him to go to hell, but it wasn’t that easy. My body craved him, and from a mere touch I was a shaking, needy mess. He’d ruined me for anyone else.
“Yes,” I whispered, licking my lips. “Yes, Daddy. I’m yours.”
10
Vane
Jaxson was so fucking inspirational, standing there with his blushing cheeks and gaze glued to the floor, trying to be tough when we both knew how he had spread those legs wide for me, ready to have my seed planted deep inside his ass. Was I being idiotic with this? What was I doing? I should probably let him go, let this whole experience be a memory, great as it had been. But then he lifted his chin and stared at me like he really cared what I thought, and most importantly, he sounded like hewantedto call me Daddy with that little tremble of his chin.
And fuck I needed to hear it.
I cleared my throat. “You’re worried I won’t give you the drudge work?” I asked and backed off from him and around my desk. “Leave your list. I want you to walk the business district and get permission from every store owner who will agree to hang signs in their window for Midberry, or otherwise display support on their property. Go.”
“The business district… that will take… days.” He frowned and his eyes clouded with worry.Good.I wouldn’t have sent him out to do this on his own if he hadn’t blown up at me, but there was no reason he needed to know that. I’d have had him coordinate the teams from here, in the comfort of my office, while Jean-Paul brought him decaf coffee, because that was better for…someone in his condition. I shivered. I hadn’t let myself think about that on Sunday, worried I wouldn’t get to have him again, but now? Fuck, I wanted him, and he was going to be my belly boy, or else.
“Yes, it will take days.” I forced myself to give him myinnocent mansmile, the one I used with reporters.
“I just gave you a list of interns.” He crossed his arms and the tiniest furrow dug deep between his brows.
“Well, you’re getting a real paycheck, and they’re only getting a little more than experience. You’re telling me you don’t need my help. I would even say you insisted. Let’s see if that Superman Complex is true.” I gave him a toothy grin, and he drew up taller as he swung around and away toward the door. “Don’t forget to get their agreement in writing. There’s a form Jean-Paul will show you so you can print them out to take with you. We don’t want anyone accusing us of leaving signs where they aren’t wanted.”
He stopped right before the door, back rigid. “Why did you have me say that to you if you were… if you were finished? With me.”
Licking my lips, I stared at his sweet ass where it stretched out his suit pants just right. “Oh, I’m not. Not by a long shot. You’ll find I’m very accommodating, Jaxson, when the mood strikes me. I’m giving you precisely what you said you wanted.”
He ducked his head and stood there for so long that I thought about taking the assignment back, giving him the team the job should have, not being a fucking prick because he’d hurt my feelings and kept me from getting us both off this weekend. Before I could change my mind and be a quasi-decent person, he rocketed forward and away into the outer office. He wasn’t crass enough to slam the door as he went, but I almost wished he would have given me a reason to call him back in and spank that ass.
