“There’s a first time for everything, Griffin,” he said as he applied some pressure on my shoulder.
I kept my eyes glued on his as I went down on one knee. Even when the musk of his groin filled my nostrils, I didn’t take my eyes away. He weaved his hand through my hair and guided me toward his hard cock while his eyes bored into mine.
My pulse sped up as I opened my mouth, ready for this act that would cross many lines. But I didn’t give a fuck about lines. He smacked my cheeks with his heavy cock and then instructed me to lick the bead of pre-cum that had gathered on his crimson head. Oddly, I didn’t find it repulsive and eagerly lapped at his crown.
“Good, Griffin,” he crooned.
Very quickly, my hands gripped the waistband of his pants as I moved my mouth forward and backward on his shaft. I sucked and swallowed pre-cum as his hips slowly moved, causing the front of his gold belt buckle to hit my forehead while forcing my nose between the fly of his wool pants.
Without warning, warm jets of fluid coated the inside of my mouth. I swallowed load after load of his creamy seed as I felt like my cock was ready to explode. Under his direction, I remained still while he continued to sputter into my mouth, and he nursed himself down until he pulled out. Our eyes remained on one another as I swallowed one more time while I was still on one knee.
“Do you need to come?” he asked the most ridiculous question as he tucked his softening cock back inside his pants.
“Yeah,” I said honestly.
“Why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon off, Griffin. Go home and take care of that hard-on,” he suggested as he bent at the waist and crushed his mouth against mine. His tongue claimed every corner of my mouth, which only made me harder. “Love you, Griff,” he said when he pulled away from me and walked toward his desk.
As I stood, I tucked in the portion of my shirt that had come out from my pants during our exchange. He mumbled about finishing up a few last-minute things before he headed out for the rest of the afternoon. He called out to me when I put my hand on the door handle.
“Griffin, why don’t you come over in the early afternoon tomorrow?”
“The party doesn’t start until seven,” I reminded him.
“Your aunt has a hair and nail appointment in the early afternoon. You and I can have lunch out on the patio and remove Audrey’s name from the journal.” His eyes moved down my body and then he raised his eyebrows. “We can go for a walk and chat about the party.”
“That sounds good,” I said and left with a smile.
I made my way to my crappy office on the second floor to grab my jacket and leave for the day. I was sure to smile at Monica as I exited the building and headed to my car. Things had definitely shifted between Lars and me. I was going to reap the benefits and take advantage of every opportunity. Just as my father had told me over and over, greed drove everything, and it was driving me.
