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It’s probably wishful thinking, the approval I see on his face before he gently shoves me onto the bed. I land in a messy sprawl with my dick hanging out of my boxer briefs.

“Take them off.” Then he turns to look over his shoulder. “You want me to take my clothes off? Or I could fuck him like this.”

I’m not expecting Kevin to respond, but he sits up and eyes us both for a minute. “Actually, keep your clothes on. I like the dynamic.”

Mike gives a little mock salute and keeps going, while I panic inside. It’s too much like the way things are at home. But I’m already naked and making like a starfish on the bed. Guess it’s too late now.

“Mike.” He squints at me, but I keep going. I know he likes it when I beg, so I add, “Please.”

I think my heart might actually leap out of my chest when he says, “Please what?”

We do this all the time. So why do I feel like I can’t breathe? Just say it. Say what you want. This isn’t going to happen again.

So I give in. “I want you to fuck me. Please.”

For a moment he doesn’t move. I’m not sure he heard me at all. Then his chest rises slowly under his dress shirt.

“Do you think you deserve that?”

“No.” I shouldn’t even want him to. I know I shouldn’t. He’s made it clear he doesn’t want me the way I want him, but I still do.

“You don’t deserve it, but you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please.” When the silence stretches too long, I add, “I’ve wanted it for so long.”

Admitting it feels like cutting myself open in front of him.

His expression is unreadable. “Turn over. Show me how bad you want it.”

My heart’s trying to beat its way out of my chest right now.

With a groan, I flip onto my stomach, trapping my hard-on underneath me. My dick’s a bit of a problem, honestly. Big enough that when the client wants me to do the fucking I have to work them up to it. Big enough that getting it stuck at an odd angle beneath me like this, when it’s this hard, hurts like hell.

But I don’t stay that way for long.

“Not like that.” He lands an impatient slap on my hip. “Show me what you do in the middle of the night when I’m the only one who can give you what you need.”

Holy hell, is he honestly going to do this to me here?

Of course he is. It’s Mike, and he knows exactly which of my buttons to push. So I turn around and slide to the floor, waiting on my knees for his command.

“Crawl.”

He stands so Kevin can see us, forcing me to crawl a longer distance than at home. I take my time, trying not to look eager, even though the floor is killing my knees. When I reach him, I wait, sitting with my feet folded under my butt. I’m aware of Kevin out of the corner of my eye, but he’s easy enough to ignore.

Right now, Mike’s all I can see.

“Are you really going to make me do this here?”

Are you really going to force me to kiss your feet or suck your toes like a little bitch in front of this client who doesn’t yet know how low I can sink?

His smile tells me everything. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

I try to tell myself I’m doing this for the paycheck, but the truth is I want him. I’ve wanted him for years now. And if doing every filthy, embarrassing thing in the book is the price of admission, then I guess I’ve done worse for less. “Yes.”

“Good. Worship me,” he says as he slips his shoes off. He doesn’t bother to remove his socks. I guess he’s not going to.

So I press my chest to the carpet and inch forward, putting my mouth on the fabric.