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We stare each other down for a long moment, listening to the conference call. Thankfully, this analyst is a yapper. When Shilo doesn’t move an inch, I point at the space between my knees. “I want you to sit right here, silently, while you take notes. Is that reason enough for you?”

The delicate column of his throat flexes with a swallow, and he tilts his head, interest sparking in those baby blues. Sliding cautiously off his chair, the flush spreads to his neck when he crawls over to me, avoiding the camera. He stops too far away, however, so I crook my finger for him to move closer. After a brief moment of hesitation, he finally settles in between my legs.

“Now, was that so hard?” Flicking my gaze up to the screen, I focus on the boy kneeling at my feet. The sight of him looking up at me curiously has my length twitching, and it damn near waves when he drops his gaze down to it.

Fuck, has he ever sucked cock before?

No. No, I will not think about an employee in that manner.

Even one who’s partially had my dick in his ass.

Christ.

“Do you want to tell me why you keep chewing on things?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the analyst and nodding like I know what the hell he’s talking about.

Shilo shrugs, shoulders warming the sides of my thighs. “Helps me concentrate, I guess.”

“Hmm.” Drumming my fingers on the desk, I consider the appropriateness of my next move for all of five seconds before deciding to hell with it. He’s already on his knees for me. “Open your mouth, doll.”

His pupils blow wide, jaw dropping in confusion, and I cup his cheek before sliding my thumb onto his tongue. “There. Now we both can concentrate.”

Not fucking likely.

Automatically, his lips close around me, just like they did that first morning in the conference room. He sucks gently, testing out the feeling, and I bite back a groan at how velvety soft his mouth is. So fucking perfect.

We sit like that for a while, Shilo suckling my thumb and taking notes as I answer more questions. It’s hard to think, slightly stuttering over myself, my cock so hard that I palm it over my pants for some relief.

A whimper draws my attention. Glancing down, I find the little doll eyeing my bulge hungrily, his hips moving as he rubs himself. I click my tongue, kicking away his hand to press my foot into his crotch.

“Now, now, none of that.”

“P-please,” he whispers around my thumb, humping the sole of my shoe, “I really...please, Mr. Callahan.”

A flair of annoyance has me lifting my foot away and removing myself from his mouth. “What did I tell you?”

Shilo huffs angrily, honestly adorable as he chases my thumb with his tongue like he can’t bear to part with it. “Ryann. Okay?”

“Mm, better.” Placing my shoe back on his hard length, I withhold my thumb as I speak with the analyst for a few painful moments. He writhes against me the entire time, and when I put myself back on mute, I find his attention once again on my obvious erection.

“My thumb isn’t quite doing the job, is it, baby?” I murmur, my hand moving toward my belt. “I think you need something a little more filling.”

“Y-yeah,” he nods eagerly, his hot tongue poking out, and I finally let out a groan when I undo my buckle.

This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong.

God, I’m going to hell.

His eyes widen to saucers when I pull out my cock, already sticky from edging myself for the past half hour. Giving it a few lazy strokes before aiming it at his mouth, I gently hold him still when he dives for it.

“No sucking. No licking. Just let it rest on your tongue, understand?”

He nods, purple strands falling over his brow, and I slowly ease my cock between his lips. His lashes flutter, lids falling shut, the urge to thrust down his throat so strong that I grip the edge of my desk until the wood cracks.

“Take your notes,” I grit out through clenched teeth, immediately regretting this idea but so far lost to the pleasure that I can’t back out now. He feels absolutely divine.

A content sigh leaves his nostrils as he rests his cheek on my thigh, using the other one for his notebook while moving under my shoe. He does what he’s told, warming my cock without sucking, only swallowing when the saliva gathers in his mouth. Every instinct screams at me to snap my hips forward and take what I want, but I force myself to remain still. This is for Shilo, not me. To help him concentrate.

What a bunch of bullshit.