I was elated to hear rumors that Griffin played both sides of the field but still annoyed as fuck that he was engaged. All week, I had mulled over what I wanted to say to Griffin on Friday during my weekly appointment with him. While I wanted to keep things professional and only on business, I was so fucking angry. When I got to his office, though, and my eyes settled on him, the anger ebbed, and I bit the inside of my mouth. We were going over some numbers and goals for the next quarter when Griffin stopped pacing and came over to lean on the front of his desk, just a foot or two away. I tried not to stare at the outline of his cock in his tailored black pants.
“What’s on your mind, Riley?” Griffin asked as his hands molded to the edge of the desk and curled under.
Saying that nothing was on my mind would be a flat out lie, and we both knew that. While I couldn’t insult him by saying nothing, I had to say something.
“With all due respect, I’m a little disappointed in the lack of opportunity for advancement, Mr. Evans,” I muttered.
Fuck! What the fuck did I just say to him?
The corners of his mouth turned upward slightly into a thin, tight smile, and he stared at me with a subtle smirk on his face. He was appalled at what I just said to him, I was sure, but I held my ground. I didn’t backpedal or apologize. Maybe in some fucked-up universe, I could get a pay raise and job advancement on the heels of nursing a broken heart from his engagement.
Griffin pushed himself away from the desk and swiftly crossed the room to the closed door. My eyes followed him the entire way, and I’d admit that my pulse picked up when I saw him lock the door. When he returned to me, he wrapped his big hand around my upper arm, pulled me off the chair, and pushed me to the floor on my knees. He towered over me, and I had to tilt my head back slightly to look at him. The look in his eyes was an intoxicating blend of confidence, arrogance, and power.
“Let’s see how dedicated you are to career advancement opportunities, Riley,” Griffin said in an uptight tone as he put his hand on the side of my head. When his fingers stretched and wrapped around the back of my head, I felt myself stiffen in my pants. I had wanted this for so long.
Griffin applied a small amount of pressure to the back of my head, guiding me forward. Willingly, I let his strong hand guide me to his groin. With his palm against the side of my head and his fingers threaded through my hair, I pressed my face against his wool pants. I inhaled his heady scent as he guided my nose over the firm bulge in his pants.
I nudged my nose between the fabric of his pants and his zipper, and with my tongue, I flicked the zipper pull away from the enclosure. Grabbing the zipper pull with my teeth, I tugged it away from his body slightly and lowered it. Griffin nuzzled my face to his groin so I could run my lips along the outline of his cock that was tucked inside his black underwear. He pushed his hand down between my face and his pants to pull out his rigid cock.
Was this actually happening? Everything I’ve wanted for so long was starting to happen.
“I like it rough, Riley. Can you handle rough?” I quickly nodded. I could handle whatever the fuck he would give me. “Open up,” Griffin’s deep voice commanded.
I opened right away and had seconds to acclimate to his length before he thrust it to the back of my throat. Griffin put his hands on my head to hold me still while he fucked my mouth. And really, that was what this was. I wasn’t sucking him or licking him. My mouth was getting fucked by Griffin Evans; this was ecstasy. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, and I made sure I looked up at him while he took what he wanted from me. While he fucked my mouth, I stroked myself over my jeans. I would probably come just by rubbing over the outside of my pants.
Griffin strung some hushed compliments in the air as he grunted his release into my mouth. While Griffin’s balls continued to empty, he reminded me not to waste a drop and swallow it all. Eager to earn his approval, I quickly followed directions. As soon as he pulled out of my mouth, he tucked his cock back into his pants and gestured for me to sit in the chair. He walked away from me for a few moments, but then returned with two ice-cold bottles of water and handed me one before he sat in the chair next to me.
“I can see that you’re dedicated,” Griffin commented dryly.
We sat in silence for a few minutes while my mind tried to unravel what had just happened.
“So you’re engaged,” I muttered.
“Yes.”
“And you don’t condone cheating,” I added.
“Correct.”
I didn’t even care about the double standard.
“When’s the wedding?”
“I’m not sure. She’s planning it. We’ve gone through several date changes already.” Griffin paused to guzzle some water. “She’s a bit of a free spirit and flies around by the seat of her pants, throwing my money around.”
This bitch didn’t seem like his type at all. I left Griffin’s office feeling as high as could be. On my way downstairs, I thought about what he had said about cheaters and his “free spirit” fiancée. To me, it sounded like she flaunted his money, and in essence, was a gold digger, but Griffin clearly detested gold diggers.
Somehow, I needed to show Griffin that she was just after his money.
