Page 26 of Lying to the Boss

When he’s finished with my upper body, he squeezes the cloth out, rests it on the end of the tub, and carefully slips off his shirt. I wish he’d remove the undershirt too, but I take what I can get.

He applies more body wash to the cloth, though we both know it’s only for show at this point, then dunks it back into the water and moves to my thighs. Each stroke goes higher. He brushes my cock a few times, but I can tell this isn’t supposed to be sexual.

Well, it is, but in a more intimate way. This isn’t about fucking; it’s about something more that doesn’t make sense when it comes to him. I just let him do his thing because this does feel really fucking good, despite not knowing what it means or what it’ll lead to.

He washes every part of my body that is accessible to him in this position, then sits on the far edge of the tub and leans against the wall, watching me.

“The offer to come in still stands,” I say.

“I’m enjoying the view.”

“Is that so?”

His teeth sink into the corner of his lip, and he nods slowly. My gaze goes to his pants, and I see the outline of his cock, but can tell it isn’t fully erect. It’s much bigger than what’s showing right now.

“Tell me about that night at the bar,” I say.

“What about it?” His voice is low, calm.

“Did you know who I was?”

“I already told you I didn’t.”

“Were you lying?”

“No,” he says firmly. “I’ve never lied to you.”

That saves me a bunch of questions, I guess.

“Okay, why did you approach me?”

“Because I knew you were rich, and rich men are easy to fuck.”

“So, you just wanted to get fucked that night, Tage?” I ask.

I see the slight stutter in his breath and the way that outline of his dick grows a little.

“Yes.”

“That’s hot. Really fucking hot.”

My own cock twitches, growing hard.

For him.

“But what am I supposed to do now?” he asks.

“About what?”

Shrugging a shoulder, he says, “We’re not in a bar.”

Is he asking me to fuck him… without asking me to fuck him?

“You could just say it, Tage. Your words go far when it comes to me.”

He holds my gaze, and his words are confident when he speaks.

Confident but almost mischievous, like he’s toying with me.