Now comes the fun part.I leaned back against the edge of my desk until the wood bit into my thighs, right under my asscheeks.
He raised his hands to his suit jacket and began to shrug out of it. I liked the casual, blasé way this was going down. He knew what I wanted without me asking: to see him naked.
Bell wasn’t some blushing virgin who would crawl quivering away from me across my carpet to run screaming to HR. He simply took off his jacket and tie and laid them across the back of the black leather captain’s chair beside him. I liked the slim fit of his long-sleeved mint-green shirt. It went with his dark suit and brought out the flush in his cheeks that had been growing again the longer we stared at each other. His eyes made me dizzy if I stared too long, but I was having trouble looking away.
“Would you really have sent me back to the intern pit?” He unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and I sucked in a deep breath at the burst of tingly need in my groin. When the fuck had I ever taken such interest in wrists? But his seemed delicate—not feminine, just the type that would fit easily into my hands, so I could hold him down and fill him up while he strained and screamed. I shook my head a little as I eyed up his waist again.
“If you were just another pretty face, yes, I would have in a heartbeat. I don’t have time for mediocrity.”
He began to unbutton his shirt. “Have you ever done anything like this?”
“I’m going to need you to clarify before I make incriminating statements.”
He glanced around the large office and back toward the door before he whispered, “At work.”
“No more questions. Come here.” I snapped my fingers at him like he was a puppy, and he shook his head slowly but stepped toward me anyway. He’d only gotten the top three buttons on his shirt undone. He stepped close enough for his shiny Target shoes to touch my Louboutin’s, and I stared into those galaxies of his again, trying to measure him. I liked the cut of his jib so far, the way he swaggered. He’d agreed in half a heartbeat that I wastakingand he wasgiving.
It had been a while since I had a hole I didn’t shell out cash for, and while I didn’t mind paying, I’d missed the games that strangers played, ones who didn’t really owe me anything. And the fact that I could get him fired? I knew that might be weighing on his mind, adding to the tension there.
Scaring him a little.
But he’d started this.
Sure I might’ve noticed him eventually, especially with the way his ass curved his trousers and his hips dipped in and his belly curved out just a teeny bit. His softly handsome face was a big draw too, but this situationright nowonly came about because he took the initiative.
I probably would have stayed gazing from afar.
The things I liked were just too left field for most men, especially ones who didn’t get a fat wad of cash at the end of the night.
But there was a hunger in his eyes, and while I believed he wanted my dick bad enough to be standing here, letting me study him like a fucking piece of meat, it was power and favors he really wanted.
And I was just twisted enough that I could live with that, so long as I got my jollies too.
I’d started at the bottom, just like him, though I’d probably never know him well enough to say so. I knew that need for power and money, a hunger for far more than dick and fucking and coming. The need to dig out a spot for myself in the world where I could finally fucking relax had driven me to do some dangerous things to snatch it up.
My hands had a tremble when I gripped the edge of the desk. What the fuck was I doing, letting some nice hips and lips and eyes get under my skin? I nodded at him and he finished unbuttoning his shirt.
“Leave the pants,” I said after he tugged his shirt free and started toward his fly. His fingers hovered awkwardly for a moment. I took one side of his shirt in each hand and parted the material. He had cut abs, which were beautiful, but his stomach was also soft in a way, touchable-looking. There was a slight curve outward, not fat, simply the way his body was made. His skin was a pale gold, maybe from a fading summer tan, and shimmered with a gloss of nervous sweat—edible. I let the material fall and rested my hands on his sides, sliding them down to that small rise above his hips.
Fuck me, I could imagine that ridged stomach swollen and fucking full of my cum. I’d put so much of it in him I’d fucking breed him. Life would take root, whether it was supposed to or not. I’d fuck him so well I’d put a bun in his oven. The twisted, ridiculous thought of him pregnant should be laughable, but I could imagine his stomach rounded with all the cum I’d pound into him, so much that his body wouldn’t be able to hide it.
My dick firmed and I brought my gaze to his cut chest, up to the deep groove in his neck, and finally I met his gaze again. He held his breath as I caressed my thumbs over the warm, silky skin of his sides. Gratified, I watched his berry-pink nipples turn into hard, needy little nubs. I wished his pants were gone so I could rest my palms on his hip bones. I forced myself to disengage and let him go before I leaned back on my desk. He dipped his gaze down my body and sucked in his bottom lip when his focus landed on the tent in my pants.
“Get dressed. Go out and tell Jean-Paul to give you something to do.”
“Uh.” He cleared his throat, and suddenly I had a shy boy on my hands, and as much as I hated someone who couldn’t give back as good as they took it, I enjoyed the way he turned from me and fumbled his shirt buttons closed. He had to open his belt to tuck his shirt into his tight pants, and the back of his neck flushed bright red as he righted his clothes. I walked over and picked up his tie and jacket. It was so achingly obvious he wanted to run away right now—maybe he’d hit a wall with his courage—but I wasn’t about to let him take the easy way out. I held up the jacket, and he gave me an unreadable look as he slid his arms into it. I brushed it down along his shoulders, and he went stock-still as I fixed the collar for him and then slipped the tie over his head. He cleared his throat and turned around to face me, and then I finished adjusting the tie. “Okay. I’ll go—”
I grabbed him by the back of the neck and yanked him close, slapping my other hand to his firm belly where I rubbed. He struggled, but I squeezed my hand harder on his neck, and then he melted against the front of me. His eyes flashed wild and I had to wonder where the end of his experience was. What lines would he draw and tell me not to walk over? I drifted back to gauge his reaction.
“Your hand is so warm. That feels nice. No one’s ever rubbed my belly,” he whispered. The way he said that, like it was special to caress his stomach and he might be hiding something precious in there, had my hand trembling. I did something I hadn’t thought I would this afternoon and pulled him in to seal my mouth firmly over his.
His lips were surprisingly plush and soft. I tasted a hint of mint and some other sweetness—maybe he’d had a cookie after his lunch. I chased around cinnamon notes on the seam of his lips, and he opened to me, but only to dart his tongue out to jostle with mine. There was a second where he actually seemed to think he was going to stroke into my mouth, but I tightened my hold on his neck and he moaned. The next thing I knew he’d opened wide and I was able to fuck my tongue deep into his sweet heat, the same way I would want to fuck his ass, given half a chance. He pressed his body against my front and rocked his thick dick against my thigh.
I wasn’t surprised that Bell was hard, but I was totally smug with how he thrust forward and his shaft throbbed against me. As I drew back to suck on his bottom lip, he whimpered. He didn’t go limp or anything that dramatic, but his mouth softened, and he fluttered his hands up to the sides of my neck. That was the second he actually let me have control of him. His moment of capitulation brought my worst qualities surging to life. I wanted to flip him over and fuck him against this desk, no conversation, no discussions about limits and safety and all that bullshit. I wanted to own his ass and breed him.
I pulled back just enough to catch his eye. “Do not ever, and I meanever, approach me first outside of this office. Do not call me, I call you. Do not do anything that would cause any sort of scene between us.”
He screwed up his face. “I’m not some weepy—”
