Page 41 of Lying to the Boss

“So good.”

“Better than me?”

He bites his bottom lip as he gives me a playful look. I expect him to give me shit, but he shakes his head, a quiet, “No,” leaving his lips.

After another moment, he tells me he’s ready for me, then moves forward and grips my cock firmly—right at the base to hold me still as he lifts up and over me, then slides the head of my cock back and forth over his hole, moaning in the process. He pushes down just an inch or two, just for the tip to slide inside of him. He’s so tight, and he feels so much better bare. Warmer. Softer.

His hands come to my chest, and he leans forward slightly and keeps pushing down until he’s fully seated on me, my dick sheathed inside of his tight ass.

He moans low and deep, nails digging into my skin as he rocks back and forth, taking his pleasure from me. It feels good. So fucking good. But I’m entranced by watching him. The way he moves, what he does to feel good. Listening to him. It pulls all my attention, more than the pleasure.

It doesn’t take long for the pleasure to build and become impossible to ignore. My eyes fall shut, my hands finding his waist.

“I want to make you come inside me,” he moans.

“You will.”

“I want to feel every inch of your cock while you find your release and pulse inside me, Lane.”

My hips lift, going deeper inside him.

“Are you trying to make me come too soon?” I growl.

“Maybe,” he teases. “Would that be so bad?”

“You feel too good,” I complain. “Don’t want to stop.”

Smiling, he buries his face against my neck and kisses me before sucking on my skin gently.

“You know we’ll just do it again.”

Tage rides me slowly, with long rolls of his hips, allowing me to feel every single inch of him.

I come way too soon. Sooner than I wanted to, but the look on his face as I release inside of him is everything. He can make me come in seconds if that’s how he’ll look at me every time. I keep my dick buried inside him as I jerk him off and watch him release all over my stomach and chest.

After we catch our breaths, I sit up and carefully lay him back, spreading his legs so I can watch my cum spill from his hole. It leaks out slowly, his hole pulsing when I push a finger inside.

When my eyes find his, he’s watching me intently. Curiously. Not cautiously as he usually does. Something’s changed between us. I’m sure of it now. I think Tage is gaining actual feelings for me.

Chapter Sixteen

Tage

“Oh, fuck,” Lane groans, his hand going to my hair, nails scraping my scalp.

I take his cock deeper down my throat, digging my fingers into his strong thighs.

“I’m going to come,” he warns just a second before he shoots down my throat.

I swallow it all, taking every bit so I don’t make a mess.

It’s lunchtime. We still have half the day to work, and though he has spare suits in his closets, I do not. And I’m wearing dark colors. Smart.

Lane lets out a shuddering breath as I suck the last remnants from the tip of his cock, then crawl out from under his desk.

“I’m giving you a raise,” he pants out.

I laugh as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and move to stand up. The moment I’m on my feet, Lane pulls me into his lap, looking at me with something in his eyes that feels too intense.