“Are you insane!? Jay could walk in any second.”
“You make me so horny. I won’t even last ten seconds. Please, please.” He throws in those precious sapphires eyes, and that’s low, because he knows I can’t resist them.
My eyes check the office: art deco, emerald and gold. There”s antlers over the fireplace, whiskey glinting in crystal carafes, and a massive mahogany desk in the center of the room.
Fuck it. I lift him onto Jay’s desk before jabbing my finger into his chest. “Ten seconds, Tom.”
And with that, I’ve got no time to waste. I drop to my knees, shove his jeans down just enough. His cock springs free, already hard and dripping.
I swallow him straight to the root, no warm-up, gagging around his thick weight. His hips buck forward, nearly choking me, his hands clamping the back of my head possessively.
Theohsandahscoming from him are too loud and needy, so I claw his ass hard, warning him to shut the fuck up. He hisses, a soft grunt forced through his teeth. His hand lashes out, sending a stapler clattering to the floor.
Fuck, this is becoming a disaster, but we’re too far in to turn back now. Tom’s thighs are trembling in my hands as he fucks my throat in frantic, desperate slams.
He comes hard, hot bitterness rushing over the back of my tongue. I swallow fast, but I can’t stop a thin trail of cum seeping past my lips. My eyes burn, my lungs screaming for air.
I wipe my mouth, licking the traces off my thumb.
Ten seconds. Done.
I hear footsteps in the hallway and my heart spikes. I yank Tom upright, and just as I click his belt into place, the door opens.
Jay walks in with his bodyguard, built like a tank. Sergei looks like a man who doesn’t talk much but probably has an impressive body count to his name.
Bodies-bodies. Not lovers.
Jay turns to me first and in that moment, Tom scoops the stapler off the floor.
“Dr. Aoki, I assume you’re here with the best intentions, but I think there’s been a misunderstanding. We usually don’t allow anyone outside our circle on this property. Tom should’ve known better.”
He sounds like a businessman. I can tell he’s sick to death after that incident with the non-Scotch whiskey, but he’s doing his best not to escalate things.
“I’m sorry, brother. I know it’s against the rules, but Yosh means a lot to me, and I want you to get to know him. I was hoping we could bend the rules a little.”
Tom says it to Jay like he’s stepping onto the thin ice of that frozen lake outside. Still, it doesn’t stop him from slipping the stapler back onto the desk from behind his back. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a pea size drop of cum glistening on Jay’s leather binder.
Sergei is hunched over the laptop. With a few clicks, he activates the printer.
“I consulted with Effy, and Cheryl also said I shouldn’t be so strict, so I’m willing to allow it this once. But…”
With emphasis on but, Jay takes the papers from the printer and staples the thin packet.
“Doctor Aoki needs to sign an NDA, and I want a copy of his passport.”
He hands me the papers and I start skimming through them.
“Jay, you’re being ridiculous. That really isn’t necessary!” Tom's words barely register because I’m too busy focusing on the pages. Most of it is meaningless legal bullshit, but I need to make sure there’s nothing insane buried in there.
“You don’t have to worry about me, Jay. I’m familiar with confidentiality. It’s nobody’s business what happens here.”
“Great. Then the NDA isn’t a problem.”
“If that’s how you handle things here, I’ll sign.”
“That’s indeed how we handle things here,” Sergei says, pressing a pen into my hand.
I sign every page without hesitation, then hand the pen back to Sergei.
