Page 31 of Lying to the Boss

“I’m not going to last,” he whispers. “Seeing you down there… it’s so hot.”

“I aim to please,” I mutter with my lips against his balls as I stroke him with my hand. I lick his balls, nudge them with my nose before taking him into my mouth again.

“Lane…” His voice shakes, hand tightening in my hair. “Fuck, Lane…”

I suck harder, taking him as deep as I can. He spills down my throat, a long and low moan leaving his lips. Tears gather in my eyes, but I swallow him down. Every pulse. Every drop.

He softens immediately, and I release him to look up and meet his honey gaze.

“You are…” He doesn’t finish, shaking his head and closing his eyes.

I get to my feet, kiss him softly, and say, “You could just say thank you.”

His lips slowly turn up into a smile, and those beautiful eyes of his open again. I guide him under the water and run my hands through his hair.

“I can’t believe you did that,” he says.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, it just feels so… beneath you.”

I bark out a laugh that echoes in the bathroom. “Beneath me? What does that even mean? I’m not a king.”

“No, but you’re, like…” I raise a brow, pausing to see what he says. “Never mind. I was just surprised, that’s all.”

“Well, now you know I like sucking dick. So, if you ever find yourself in need at the office…”

“You are ridiculous!” he says, giving me a playful shove.

“I’m just saying…”

I wash him up, and then he tries to help me wash, but I kick him out, clean myself quickly, and then get out. I find him lounging in bed, the blanket in a pile in the corner.

“How will we ever keep warm?” I say as I walk over to him, the towel tight around my waist.

“I’m sure we can think of something.”

He pats the space on the bed beside him, so I go over and get comfortable. He turns on the TV, scrolls through the channels slowly.

“Do you watch TV?” he asks.

“No,” I answer. “Don’t have time for it.”

“We have time now. What do you want to watch? Anything but romance.”

“What’s wrong with romance?” I ask teasingly.

“The actors are annoying,” he says flippantly.

I can see that, so I say, “Something funny.”

Nodding, he keeps looking through the channels until he lands on a movie called Game Night.

“Lucky. It’s just started,” he says, tugging off his towel and tossing it away. I look at his cock that’s settled a little to the side, resting on top of his balls. I could suck him off again, but maybe we should take a little break.

I remove my towel too, tossing it away, then grab the thin sheet and pull it over us, scooting a little closer to him and putting my arm around his shoulder.

The movie is funny. We laugh together. It all feels so right.