“Okay,” he says brightly and whips his shirt off.
Damn, this man is a work of art. I want to explore his body all day, but I don’t want him to get uncomfortable, so I get to work.
Something about us standing while I suck his nipples makes this even more erotic. He rubs his fingers through my hair and moans almost continuously.
It’s obvious he loves it too.
“Are you okay now?” I ask when his milk slows, and he nods. “You can go play then.”
“Thanks.” He adjusts his dick.
“Don’t play around with that,” I warn.
“Why?”
“Because that’s mine to play with when you’re here.” The idea of being the only one to bring him pleasure makes my balls tingle.
“Yes, Daddy.” The heat in his eyes tells me he likes it too. “Paint?”
“Go ahead.”
Whit paints me two pictures while I make lunch, and I hang both on the fridge. One is a bouquet of flowers with fingerprint petals and the other is a fish tank. The way he can make something so beautiful out of clumsy finger paint makes me wonder what he could do with an easel and a brush.
“You’re very talented.”
He blushes. “Thank you.”
“Let’s clean up. Lunch is ready.”
“After lunch, can I do my puzzle?”
“That sounds like a good idea.”
Whit has been wrapped in his blanket and working on his puzzle for about an hour now. I’ve been handling all the bullshit that came up while I was gone.
My team is good, but there are only three of us in total. I really need to take Minjun’s advice and hire more people, but most people are idiots.
I wonder if Stephanie would want to join my team. I’m about to send her an email when I notice Whit has stopped doing his puzzle and is watching me. When I look up to see what he needs, he turns away. I go back to typing, and he does the same thing again.
“Do you need something, big boy?”
“No. I don’t want to bother you while you work.”
I put my laptop down. “You’re never a bother. Come here.”
Whit smiles, but instead of getting up, he crawls over to my desk.
“Oh, I like that.” Him on his knees from me.
“Can I do something to help you while you work?” The way he licks his lips and looks down at my lap makes it clear what he wants.
“Well, my dick is getting kinda cold.”
“I can keep it warm.”
“Good idea.”
I push my chair back, and he crawls under the desk. Good thing my desk is so big. He takes my half-hard dick out and begins to suck it gently.
