Page 60 of My Favorite Boss

“What do you think you’re doing with those?” I demanded.

“Cutting off the condom.”

“I was circumcised as a baby. I don’t need to redo that,” I replied. “Or end up in the ER with a missing dick.”

She shook her head. “Just the end to help loosen it.”

I groaned. It felt as if my dick was being squeezed off my body. The burn was getting worse. I couldn’t get the condom off, no matter what I tried. I had no choice.

“Jesus, be careful.”

“Wait!”

She raced away, returning with, of all things, a spoon and a tube of lip gloss.

“What the hell?”

“I’ll slide the spoon under the condom, then cut it. The lip gloss will help.”

I had no choice but to trust her. And I was desperate enough to let her try.

“Get. It. Off.”

She kneeled in front of me, and I had to shut my eyes. Despite the pain, she was naked, her skin and breasts right there, and every part of me noticed her nakedness. I was a sick, sick bastard.

I gripped the counter, holding my breath, praying no blood was about to be spilled. I felt the cold of the metal press against my skin, slowly easing down the shaft of my dick. Seconds later, I felt the relief of the condom loosening, and she quickly rolled it off. All the sensations that had been muted now tripled. The burning, the itching were intense. My dick was the color of a fire hydrant, my swollen balls a matching set.

I jumped in the shower, turning it on. The cool water made me yelp, but as it warmed, it helped with the immediate itching. I was careful as I handled myself, letting the water get everywhere to wash away the spermicide.

“I don’t understand,” she said from the other side of the glass. “What happened?”

“I’m allergic to latex and spermicide,” I snarled.

“Why don’t you have an EpiPen?”

“I’m usually more careful, and I can’t be bothered.”

She muttered something about learning my lesson, then raised her voice.

“You should have said something.”

“I was a little caught up with trying to fuck you,” I replied tersely.

She slammed the door on her way out.

I finished and got out of the shower. My dick was red and still swollen, and it hurt to touch. I opened the drawer, finding the antihistamines and swallowing two down, using my hand to cup the water to my mouth. I dried off, walking into the office, heading to my desk. Myers was on the sofa, fully dressed, looking upset.

I picked up my phone and called a friend. He was a doctor, his office was close, and I trusted him.

He answered quickly. “Alex?”

“Sam, you in the office?”

“Yes.”

“I need a huge favor.”

“Name it.”