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Dominic leaned against the doorframe in a pair of lacy boy shorts and a tank top. It was early October and while it wasn’t cold yet, Dominic was underdressed for the temperature. He did it for Peyton and me because his summer look was the hottest fucking thing we’d ever seen. Sure, we got to watch him at Untouchable. At home where he bent over right in front of us in those skimpy clothes, nothing rivaled it.
“Yes, Mr. Altair?” he purred.
“Dom,” I growled. I needed to work, not for my dick to get so hard it wouldn’t be ignored.
“It’s either Mr. Altair, Perry, or Junior. Of the three choices, I choose the former. You’re my boss. We’re at work. I’m going to be professional.” He said those same words to me before when we were nothing but boss and employee. This time it was so he could rile me up.
He prowled toward me with his natural grace. Long, toned legs looking delectable, his muscles prominent ridges under his snug shirt. Ever since he started training with X, his body was more defined; he got stronger.
“There’s no one here but us,” I said, my mouth dry.
He smirked. “Pey’s outside.”
I lost the rest of what I was supposed to say after that because Dominic dropped to his knees and blew not only my mind but my dick too. He drank down every drop I gave him when I came.
Dominic peered up at me, so fucking sweet and sinful at the same time. He licked a drop of cum from the corner of his mouth. “Feeling better?”
I caressed his cheek, my finger trailing along his smooth skin. “You know that’s not why I called you in here.”
“Yes, but the result is undeniable. We both feel better.” I peered down and saw his hand and the floor had cum on it.
Reaching into my drawer, I pulled out a package of wipes and cleaned him up then kissed the breath out of him. “Back to the matter at hand…”
“My cock can be in your hand, if you’d like.” Damn, that fucking voice.
“Vixen,” Peyton said from the door. “Were you interrupting Perry while he’s trying to work?”
“Of course.” Dominic grinned and stood, adjusting his lace shorts over his dick. The lace was orange like a pumpkin. Dominic said it was to get into the mood for fall. I thought it was to get Peyton and me into the mood for more sex. Either way, I was game.
Peyton came in and sat in the chair on the opposite side of my desk. Dominic walked over to straddle him and kiss him deeply. The sight had my dick trying to rally. When he pulled away, Peyton’s eyes blazed with heat as they met mine.
“I want you to come in my mouth next,” Dominic said as he reached into Peyton’s shorts, leaning to the side so I could see him fist Peyton’s dick.
“Why do you two torture me so?” I groaned. I had shit to do, yet I couldn’t look away.
Dominic worked Peyton fast, his hand shuttling up and down. Both of our names were on Peyton’s lips when he came, Dominic sliding low to catch it on his tongue just in time.
Dominic sat in the other chair when he was done. “What were you saying about work?”
“Why do I think I can get anything done at home?”
Dominic shrugged. “We tell you to take time off and you ignore us. This is what you get for not listening.”
I shook my head, clearing the lust from it. “Do you think Carissa needs help?” I asked, focusing on work again. Both of them knew how busy I’d gotten at PJS. My other investments were running smoothly, steadily. PJS had taken off.
JJ was a fucking genius. Everything he touched turned to gold. The consumer arm of the company was doing far better than we’d hoped. The tech was great, thanks to Greer’s help. JJ and he worked together beautifully. There were multiple purchase orders for our new products and some licensing deals in the contract phase, both on the racing and consumer side.
Carissa was swamped trying to keep up, and I hated that for her. I had help thanks to my executive team and the employees below them, but Carissa didn’t have that.
“You know…” Dominic tapped his chin. “Diesel told me last week that he was looking for work.”
“Diesel as in the dancer?”
“Unless you know other people by that name. Anyway, I asked what he did outside of the club, and he told me he was a virtual assistant. That he stumbled upon it a couple years ago as supplemental income to the club since he had bills to pay. He strictly does it from home, liking that he doesn’t have to leave to go to an office.”
“Can you talk to him for me? See if this is something he’d be interested in?”
“Yup, and if he’s interested, you can interview him.”
