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“Like what?” I asked, breaking from my fantasy.
“Like you’re going to eat me.” He came to a stop just in front of me, setting some paperwork he’d been carrying on my desk before crossing his arms.
I tugged him forward, and he loosened his arms and wrapped them around my waist. “That’s a good idea. What do you think? I can lock the door, tell Cheryl to hold my calls...”
“Absolutely not!” Michael laughed. “You know I have to return to work, and I can’t even begin to think of what kind of comments Francine would make if I showed up looking like I was ridden hard and put away wet.”
“Stop putting ideas into my head if you don’t want me to follow through on them, Michael,” I warned him.
He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Okay, I guess I really shouldn’t mention my recent fantasy about being bent over your desk, arms splayed, while you fuck me like it’s the last sex of our lives then, right?” At my pained look, he nodded. “That’s what I thought.” He tried to take a step back, but I held him to me. “Mr. Dahl,” he admonished, “I’m trying to preserve your dignity and my reputation.”
“Fuck my dignity,” I growled. “You can’t just say things like that and expect to get away with no consequences, Michael.”
“Oh, can’t I?” His look was an innocent charade. “What are you going to do to me?”
I spun him around and lifted him to the edge of my desk. Popping open the button of his dress pants, I slid my hands down to free his cock, hard as a rock. As always.
“My, my, already so hard.” Hard was an understatement. “Have you been thinking about this fantasy during work, Mr. Martin?” Because I sure as fuck had been.
“There’s nothing illegal about thinking, no matter where or when,” he said, breathless as I gave his cock a pump.
“But surely there’s some kind of moral quandary about such actions?”
He wiggled, spreading his legs wider, wrapping them around me. “My boss seems to be okay with it.”
I slid my hand down and give his balls a squeeze, and he threw his head back with a gasp.
“I can’t decide whether I want you to scream so Cheryl out there knows exactly what I’m doing to you, or if I want you to hold it all in. Which do you think is hotter? Exhibitionism or restriction?”
His hips bucked, thrusting his cock into my hand at the last word.
“Restriction. I thought it might. You are so focused on being in control, on following the plan. It’s liberating, isn’t it, to submit to someone else’s will? Now, hush.”
I brought him all the way with just my hand and the invisible control of my words, with my mouth added at the end, not wanting a drop of his offerings to go to waste. Then I helped him tuck his shirt back into his pants before buttoning and zipping them closed and held him in a sweet embrace. We giggled together as I looked to the door more than once, knowing it wasn’t locked.
“Was that all you called me up here for?” he finally asked.
I huffed a laugh. “Actually, that wasn’t on my mind at all. Well, no more than usual, that is. It’s hard not to think about pleasuring you, Michael. But I wanted to know, how do you feel about going to New York City with me next week? I have some meetings, but I can’t stand the thought of being away from you for that long. I have to attend a few dinners, a few lunches, but other than that, I’ll be all yours.”
I was shocked when Michael shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said, “that sounds amazing, but I can’t do it next week.”
In no universe had I expected a refusal. “Why not?”
Michael stiffened in my arms and stepped away. “I have some personal issues to see to.”
“Like what?”
“None of your business,” he snapped, and I blinked in astonishment.
“Michael, what is it you’re not telling me? Are you afraid of planes? We can take a train.”
“It’s not that. I have some appointments next week.”
I was getting frustrated. “Reschedule them.”
Michael’s spine was steel now, and he leveled me with the angriest look I’d ever received from him. “You are not my boss, Porter Dahl.”
“Well, technically I am,” I spat, my blood pressure rising.
