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Caleb Warren was a man of great strength and determination. He seemed to achieve the impossible almost every day and Jordan could only assume that there was more to the man than met the eye. But Jordan hoped his theories were wrong. It would be a very bad thing if his boss did in fact have superhero powers and could see through the door.
Caleb eyed his disheveled state.
“What happened to you, Murphy?” He wasn’t angry. He sounded concerned.
Jordan was glad he already proved himself at his company; otherwise an incident like this would have destroyed him.
“I spilled coffee all over my shirt. I had it off to dry, so that’s why I had the door locked.” Good excuse. That would actually explain why it was open at the waistband. “I wanted to finish up for our meeting so I figured I could go down to the concourse later and buy a new one.”
Jordan lowered his eyes to his nose, a quick check to make sure it wasn’t growing.
“I would have waited for you, Murphy.”
Jordan nodded. “Come in, sir. Just give me one minute.”
The stocky man waltzed into his office. His gray hair was cut short, thinning along the sides. He wore a navy-blue shirt, crisp and clean.
Jordan headed back to his desk, buttoning up his shirt—what was left of the buttons—and tensed as he approached his desk. He side-stepped around the papers and folders that had made their way to the floor during his loss of control, while his boss took a seat in the black chrome chair that sat in front of his desk.
“Who’s the coffee for?” Caleb questioned.
“Uh, you.” Jordan felt a hand slap at his leg. “I hope you like lattes.” Becca was just going to have to get over the fact that he gave away her coffee.
“Caffeine is caffeine.” Caleb picked the lone cup out of the tray. “Too bad you spilled yours.” He took a long sip, then winced. “Hot!”
“They’re extra hot.”
“Warn me next time.” His boss sucked air quickly into his mouth, no doubt trying to ease the burn.
This was a nightmare. How the hell was Jordan supposed to talk business with a near-naked woman under his desk? How was he supposed to talk business while the same woman slid her hand up his pant leg? He tried to shake her off but making sudden movements would only draw more attention to an already horrific situation.
“All right, Murphy. Where do we stand with the Haney contract?”
“Signed, sealed, and delivered.”
Jordan reached to the edge of his desk where his folders had been whipped in a heated moment. Luckily, the folder he needed wasn’t one of the ones that ended up on the floor. They both looked down at the mess but neither acknowledged.
“Good news.”
“They want to break ground the first of September. We will supply them with...” Jordan wanted to continue, but Becca’s hand crept up his leg toward the inside of his thigh, and he jerked when she grazed his package.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Murphy?”
“Fine. Sure. Just rattled about the coffee spill.” And the fact that a sexy woman was fondling him while he tried to be as normal as possible.
They continued to banter back and forth. Within minutes his shoulders were tight up against his neck, and somehow Becca had managed to free his cock from his pants.
Jordan grabbed at Becca’s hands, trying to stop her from continuing, but she was too quick. Instead of grabbing her hands, he grasped at both sides of her head. Her mouth had already engulfed his length.
Heat rose from his cock, up his body, and settled on his cheeks, sweat beading along his hairline. Her mouth. The mouth that he fantasized about for two weeks worked magic along his shaft. After only a small glimpse of what she could do in the elevator, he wanted more, much more.
His boss eyed him curiously.
“You’re face is as red as a tomato.”
“It’s just from the heat of the coffee, that’s all.” Jordan’s voice squeaked as Becca’s tongue swirled around the top of his cock. Then she sucked him down to the base.
“So what about financing?” His boss continued their meeting, seemingly unaware of the dirty action going on underneath his desk. “Have they been approved for the loan?”
