Stunned, Andrew pulled off, looking up at Ford’s face, completely serious and impassive.
“Your competitor?” Larson questioned. “We rejected his proposal for yours.”
“I realize that, but in this case, I think our combined efforts would benefit you. We each have our strengths, and as you may have read in the paper recently, we’ve been collaborating for Avalon. I think a joint contract is your best bet.”
None of Ford’s associates raised any protest, but Andrew had to imagine they were all as stunned as he was.
“We’ll have to think about it,” Larson said. “You’ll get us a new proposal with that included and Wen’s pricing?”
“By the end of the day.”
The chairs all scraped the floor being pushed back. There was a flurry of movement, Larson coming over to shake Ford’s hand, as he remained in his chair, and then her people left with Luke leading them out, Andrew guessed, since only Riley and Kathleen’s voices spoke up.
“I thought the trackers were bogus,” Kathleen said.
“Or is fucking the enemy messing with your head,” Riley challenged.
“The trackers aren’t bogus. They just didn’t work for Avalon. For Larson, they’ll be fine. And who Ifuckisn’t your concern or going to affect my judgment in business matters. This is the right call.”
“Whatever, boss,” Riley said. “I still think you’re soft on Wen.”
Hard, more like,throbbing, since he was close but hadn’t yet finished.
Andrew heard someone exit the room, but Ford didn’t move.
Kathleen was still there.
“Yes?” Ford asked.
“Just a thought,” she said, her voice coming from near the door. “If I were to peek under this table right now, how scarred for life would I be?”
Shit.
“Less if you gave me time to tuck myself away.”
“Ew!” she groaned between disgust and laughter. “Really? I knew that sore back excuse was a lie, and I thought I saw you squirming. Well then,Andrew, since I know that’s you under there, one piece of advice? If this was nothing more than screwing around, there’s no way Arty would have let you get away with what you just pulled during a meeting. So, don’t you hurt him,” she said, suddenly serious. “It’d be very bad for your health. Bye now!”
He heard the door click as she left. Only then did Ford push back his chair to let him out. Andrew crawled free, Santa mug in hand, wondering if Ford was upset that he’d gone through with that, or maybe upset that Kathleen had found them. But he’d still gone out on a limb for Andrew, when Andrew had been acting like a shit trying to make him react.
And Kathleen thought this was more than sex too.
After setting the mug on the table, Andrew dropped to his knees in front of Ford, latched back onto his dick with fervor, and sucked him to full hardness again in seconds. Ford gasped,hand reaching to tangle in Andrew’s hair, pleading without having to hold back that he not stop, not for a second, not until he—
—came, thigh muscles clenching, fingers tugging tighter in Andrew’s hair, hard enough that he nearly moaned around Ford’s cock as he continued to suck him dry, until he was sure Ford was done. He slid off slowly, still licking at Ford’s dick and enjoying the sweet aftertaste of cocoa on his tongue.
“That wasn’t the only reason I suggested your trackers to Larson,” Ford huffed.
“I know.”
“Know how else you can make this up to me?”
“Thought I just did.” Andrew licked his lips.
Ford leapt from his chair, hefting Andrew onto the table in one smooth, powerful motion, and pushed him back until Andrew toppled over, nearly sending both the mug and thermos to the floor. Ford unbuttoned Andrew’s jeans, tore at his zipper, and tugged them half down his ass before grunting, “I’m going to warm you up like you warmed me, and then I want you to fuck me right here on this table and put me in my place.”
Andrew shuddered, relaxing back against the table as Ford pulled his pants and underwear the rest of the way off, and then reclaimed the thermos to take a long gulp.
It wasn’t just sex—butoh, the sex was amazing.
