Right, of course. I’m supposed to get a call for a job. Time to get to work.
Some days my brain really wants to do anything but what I’m supposed to be doing. Today seems to be one of those days.
Jorge is sitting on the floor, next to my chair, rubbing my feet, his content cedar pheromones flowing around us.
“What are you so happy about?” The guy has been in a good mood ever since he came in. He went out with Luca and Vera earlier, to go shopping, as I was meeting some clients here. Most of my meetings are digital these days, but not everyone trusts that video calls are as safe as face-to-face meetings. Which they’re totally right about.
Plus, some things you really should not be discussing unless you’re sure nobody is recording the conversation.
“We picked up some cute baby clothes, booties and a few other things for their room. Vera and Luca were so happy.” He leans back against the desk as he looks up to me, a soft smile on his lips, making me want to kiss him, but bending over that far is uncomfortable with my belly. And he looks way too content on the floor to make him come up to my height.
“I thought Vera and Riley were going to make all the clothes themselves?” That’s what they’ve been doing a lot. Clothes for the babies, for themselves, for the rest of the pack, things like that.
He shrugs and starts kneading up my calves over my suit pants, rubbing the soft fabric over my skin, making me suppress a moan. Fuck.
That feels good. Especially after sitting in this chair all day.
“The booties were too cute to pass up, and the shirts had cute pictures on them that Vera couldn’t resist.” Jorge gives me a knowing look as he puts my foot on his hard cock, acting like it’s the most normal location in the world as he keeps massaging up my leg. Before taking my other foot and doing the same.
Seriously, this guy...
“I should be going back to work.” There are still way too many things to do, and Jorge is being very seductive right now. Fuck. This guy came here with a single reason, one that’s very clear from his pheromones. “Seriously...”
“You’ve been working your ass off all week, you also need to let go from time to time.” He slides his hands up the leg of my suit pants, still massaging, but now right on my skin, as he slowly starts to rock his hips against my foot, letting me know what his idea of ‘letting go’ is.
It’s not like I’ve got another meeting today, so there’s nothing that would put time-constraints on what he wants to do, but I do still have work to do.
“Whatever you’re thinking of now can wait until later.” He kisses my knee, still looking up at me. “And I’ll help you with it. I promise.”
“I’ll keep you to that.” I put my phone on ‘do not disturb’ and close the programs I was using. Then I turn the monitors off and lean back in my chair. “Okay, what’s your plan now?”
Jorge’s pheromones flare in excitement and he pushes my legs apart so he can get closer. Then he pulls my hips forward, kissing my dick through the fabric, still keeping my gaze.
This guy...
He opens the button and zipper and slides my boxer briefs down, freeing my dick. The cool air makes me gasp, which makes him smile even more.
“Are you just going to stare?” I reach down, sliding my fingers into his short hair. “If that’s all you’re going to do, I better go back to work.”
“You can be so impatient.” He kisses the head of my dick, then runs his tongue over the bottom up, sending delicious shocks through my body.
I drop my head back against the chair.
Fuck.
Feels good.
“Mathew! Jorge!” The door to my office flies open as Vera barges inside. She turns around, still in place for a second, before a mischievous smirk forms.
I know that, from where she’s standing, she can only see me, but from my posture, probably the look on my face, and Jorge’s pheromones all over the office, she doesn’t need to see more to know what’s going on. Something she’s done plenty of times before, a quick blow job under the desk.
“Does your desk also giggle today?” Her voice is filled with glee as she slowly comes over, her smile growing and growing as her desire filled honey pheromones start mixing with Jorge’s cedar ones.
Jorge chooses that moment to take my dick all the way down his throat and I grip onto his shoulders, trying not to come immediately.
“Vera. Don’t just barge in. Mathew is probably—” Caleb freezes right inside the door, looking from me to Vera and back to me, until his eyes go down to where I’m holding onto Jorge’s shoulders, out of his view. “He’s very clearly busy.”
Then he turns around and for some reason I expect him to leave, but instead he closes my office door, grabs a nearby chair and puts it against the door, barring anyone else from coming inside. Because, of course.
