“Pierre isn’t involved in anything the government might call into question,” Henny replied, tone expressing he wouldn’t expand on that.
He didn’t really need to. I understood him just fine. Pierre was all for the front office work. He handled the legal business and appearances.
Sounded boring to me.
When I didn’t ask any other questions, the two started up a conversation about what the next couple of weeks would look like. Apparently, they figured that was enough time for Pharrell to get himself in order. Henny didn’t specifically mention why the boss wasn’t around. It was the elephant in the room as Pierre tried to ask many more times.
“Clearly he’s not going to tell you the boss’s secrets, kid. Take the info you’ve got and move on with your life,” I grumbled as they finally wrapped the conversation.
Henny had seemed frustrated with the constant push for more. The man could handle himself, but since I was around, and I knew he wanted to be polite, I spoke up.
Pierre startled. “Oh, yes. I see you’re right. I’ll just go then.”
Kid left a breeze behind him as he sped from the room. Henny scowled at me, as if I’d been the one in the wrong here.
I smiled at him, then clapped my hands together.
“Is it Dario time now? Or can we break for a snack? I’m peckish.”
“Peckish? We ate less than two hours ago.”
“Yes, well my metabolism is high. I’m a growing boy, after all.”
He didn’t laugh at my joke. If anything, his gaze turned into a smolder. The heat behind it had my cock coming to life again. Damn thing had behaved since we’d come into the office. Now wasn’t the time for it to act up.
Promise I’ll stroke one out later,I told myself.
And yeah, I’m glad I managed to keep the thought inside. I didn’t think Henny would take well to me giving my cock a pep talk.
Then again, I could be wrong. He’d surprised me lately.
Henny came around the desk while I contemplated whether it would be worth it to share my cock’s excitement. The closer he got, the more my body responded. When his knees bumped mine, I spread my legs to let him stand between them.
“We do have to meet Dario soon. I will allow you to stop for some fruit on the way.”
I scrunched my face. “Fruit? I was thinking more along the lines of some candy bars and maybe a chocolate milk.”
He shook his head, eyes shining as his hand came up to cup my face. The touch didn’t help the problem in my pants. As if he could read my mind, Henny’s gaze dropped to the very obvious tent in my pants.
“You don’t need any more sugar. The amount of orange juice you consumed at breakfast will last you a few days at least.”
I gasped, surprised by his teasing and also shocked he didn’t call me out for the boner. His eyes were still locked on it even though he didn’t say anything.
“That is a gross miscalculation on your part, Daddy. I’ll need more sugar today, and tomorrow, and the next —”
His finger moved over my lips, halting my words. “You will get fruit for your snack. If you’re good during the meeting with Dario, then you can have dessert with your lunch. And stop calling me that where others can hear. It’ll cause questions I don’t have answers to.”
I couldn’t respond with him blocking my lips. When I raised my brow, the corner of his mouth tipped up.
“There are other ways to answer, Pip.”
Catching his drift, I moved my head up and down slowly. His fingers stayed in place through it all. It was like he didn’t want to stop touching me, and I fucking got off on that shit. My cock was pulsing with the urge to come. A few more minutes of this back and forth would send me over the edge.
“Good boy,” he whispered.
So much for a few minutes. I came in my pants like a fucking twenty-something guy with no self-control. Henny’s eyes went wide as my body shook from the force of my release.
It should have been embarrassing. Should have made me want to hide from how easily he was affecting me.
