No. Not boyfriend. We haven’t even discussed that. I just announced everything I was feeling. Definitely not a boyfriend. Personal assistant.
“Oh, Mr. Williams. I’m gonna come in your mouth.” His hips buck up to meet my mouth as I growl. Those words shouldn’t hold as much power as they do. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
I slow just a little, allowing his cock to rest on my tongue and keeping my movements more shallow as his release floods my mouth.
The moan that leaves me is involuntary, the musky-salty taste of him coating my tongue, I wasn’t sure how I would feel about the taste, but I want more. I want every last fucking drop because it’s his and only his.
I continue bobbing, milking everything I can from his cock even as he starts twitching and jerking to get away from my touch. Nothing should be wasted, though—at least, that’s how it is in my mind.
As soon as I’m sure I got it all, I let him go, his cock softening as it rests against the hard-toned muscles of his abdomen.
“Well good morning to you too, boss.”
Using my thumb, I wipe along my bottom lip before sucking the digit into my mouth and standing. Jax starts to fix his pants before also standing and tucking his shirt back in.
I grip him around the back of the neck and pull him close, sealing our mouths so he can taste himself on my tongue. I’m not sure anything can beat this moment, even when Jax pulls away and puts distance between us.
Not even when he grabs his coffee before pulling out his phone and checking it.
But the bubble is definitely burst when he chokes on the liquid and goes wide eyed before looking back at me.
“Uh—Kai? The meeting started ten minutes ago.”
“Fuck!”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
JAX
Kai ispissed,has been since that meeting, and although it’s the following Wednesday, he’s still moping around like I shit in his cereal.
The sucker in my mouth swishes from side to side, the hard candy knocking into my teeth while I work on my laptop. He’s having me do some preliminary reading on the Brazil piece to make sure there was nothing missed, since we were both distracted for more than half the time.
It’s been weird, to say the least. I want to give in to whatever we have going on, but I need the job, and the money that comes with it, more. So, business as usual for us, and that means all of it. I’ve gone out of my way to make sure there’s a healthy distance between us at all times. Even in a meeting where I’m forced to sit next to him, there has to be at least enough distance that if we were both to man-spread, we wouldn’t accidentally touch one another. Touching leads to sex, and sex is messy, that much I’ve learned.
It’s hard. Everything in my psyche is telling me to pursue these feelings, but there’s too much at risk.
Kai, though, well…I’m sure he would give in even further than he has if the opportunity arose. Hence why we’re keeping our distance, and I’m going through suckers and hard candy faster than I can buy them.
It’s hard to keep the act up, though, when I’m reading everything he’s written. I want to remind him of the sly touches, the night in the alley and the kitchen. The karaoke bar, sitting on the beach with the sun on our faces, local music and dancing.
Those moments that, if this was anyone else, we’d love to look back on.
It just fucking blows, and not in the good kind of way.
“Hey.”
His deep voice has me jumping out of my skin, too lost in my own damn head to even hear the door open.
“Hey.” My words come out garbled, and I sputter my way through the simple three letters. My body instinctually sits up from its shrimpy position and pushes against the back of the couch to support it.
“You good?” His brows pinch, and I want to run my thumb between them to get rid of the lines.
“Uh—yeah. Just reading that Brazil piece you asked me to look over.”
“And? What do you think so far?”
I’m sitting on the couch on the left side of the room, far from where he should be if he were to sit at his desk, but, of course, that’s not what’s happening today. This motherfucker goes out of his way to grab one of the big chairs in front of his desk,the one that holds a very dirty memory,and drags it as close as possible to me so he can look at my laptop. At least he’s not sitting directly beside me on the couch, but this istoo close.
