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“So, that about sums it up,” the man on my screen smiles, utterly oblivious to the fact that I’m defiling one of my employees before his eyes. “Is there anything else we haven’t covered, or do you have any questions?”

As soon as I open my mouth to answer, Shilo shudders against me, letting out a filthy whine as his cock pulses against my shoe. The fact that he’s coming has me seconds away from spilling my own release, so I pull out of his mouth before I choke him with a throat full of cum.

“Uh.” Clearing my throat, I gaze at the screen, gripping myself tightly to stave off the orgasm. “No, I think we’re all set. I’ll have my PA,” —who’s currently falling asleep as we speak— “upload those notes as soon as possible. Thank you.”

Once the Zoom call ends, I slump back in my seat, chest heaving while I take a minute to collect myself.

Fuck, what the hell did I just do? Have I gone insane? Am I really that desperate to get my dick sucked that I resort to this?

Soft snoring reaches my ears, and I tuck myself away, jostling Shilo awake. He leans back on his knees, wiping drool from his lips as he blinks at me, and we both glance down at his crotch simultaneously—where a large wet spot has started to form.

He squeaks in embarrassment, slapping his hands over himself before jumping to his feet.

“I...I need to go home,” he stammers, spinning to hightail it out of my office, and concern has me launching after him.

“Shilo, wait, it’s alright—“

“See you tomorrow, Mr. Callahan!”

My office door slams shut behind him, leaving me in deafening silence. The reality of what just happened hits me like a fucking Mack truck, and I lean against my desk for support.

I just made an employee warm my cock while on a conference call. An employee sixteen years younger than me. And the door was wide open.

Scrubbing a shaking hand down my face, I slowly sit in my chair. One word from Shilo, and I’d be fired on the spot. Ronin would probably do it himself—the fact that I’m his son holds no consequence. That actually makes it worse.

Jesus Christ, what have I done?

Ryann

Wiping the sweat from my brow, I dribble the basketball, slipping past Declan to toss it from the free-throw line. It bounces off the backboard, and Declan snickers. I shoulder-check him hard as I jog past to grab the ball, irritation coiling tight in my chest, fueled by weeks of pent-up energy.

It’s been three days since the cock-warming incident, and I’ve been on edge, waiting for HR or Paige to show up and march me out of the building. So far, things have been quiet.

Too quiet.

Miraculously, my schedule has been wide open, Shilo assigning every meeting to Declan. I should be happy about this—it’s what I wanted, after all. Instead, I’m annoyed by it. My PA has been avoiding me at all costs, and it bothers me. Fucking hell.

Did he not like it? Did he feel pressured?

The way those blue eyes had widened as a blush darkened his pretty skin flashes across my mind. He’s so damn responsive to me. Too perfect. Too tempting.

Maybe it’s for the best that we avoid one another, but…I don’t want to.

“What’s got that irritated look on your face, man?” Declan laughs, grabbing the ball after I miss another shot. His wild curls drip with sweat as he leaps away. “You’re playing like shit today.”

Don’t I fucking know it.

We’ve been going for hours now, aggressively pushing each other on the court after a grueling workout, and I’m still strung tighter than a bowstring. I need to fuck. Or drink. Either sounds great right now. Or both. Anything to get my mind off the dinner coming up in a couple of weeks, where our father will make his big announcement. The one Declan is entirely unaware of but will change the course of our relationship, for better or worse.

I’m betting on the latter.

“Okay, that’s it,” he breathes, dropping the ball to place his hands on his knees, panting heavily. “I’m done. You’ve worn me out, and I still have to get ready for my date tonight.”

Right. It’s Halloween.

I scoff, picking up the ball to take another shot, this one making it into the net. I’m not as well-trained as I was in college, but I keep myself sharp. The coach for the Adult Basketball League has been pestering me to join his team for years, but when would I have the time? Work consumes me. Maybe tonight would be the perfect opportunity to get laid—it’s been a few weeks. “Where are you going?”

“Some club Paige is dragging me to. Not my original plan, but her brother’s going too, and she wants to keep an eye on him.”