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“Yeah, go.” I glanced around and told the rest of the team to leave too. No need to keep them here when I was the one who couldn’t concentrate.
A half hour later, I was alone in this part of the building. I stood and grabbed my laptop to shove into my bag. Maybe I could get something done over the weekend, although I highly doubted it. I tended to want to be under a car on my days off.
The way Altair Plaza, which housed PJS, was set up, R&D was in a different building than the main offices. We needed the space to spread out.
Entering the crisp fall night, I turned toward the office building, instead of the street where I should be going and ordering a car. I waved to the security guard behind the desk and took the elevator up to the twelfth floor where not only my cousin was, but also a man I couldn’t stop thinking about. I wasn’t sure if he’d still be here, but I had to give it a shot. I had to do something before I combusted.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. The floor was mostly empty, just a few stragglers left. They didn’t pay me any mind as I went toward Greer’s corner office. The light was still on within, which hopefully meant he hadn’t gone home.
The familiar sound of a tennis ball hitting a wall was of little comfort as I got closer. I noticed Greer started bouncing it off the wall when he was stressed or trying to work through something in his head.
I stopped outside of the door, out of sight, not sure what I was doing. This wasn’t me. I was usually certain about everything in life. From how I wanted nothing to do with my old man and his shit work, to how I wanted to work on cars, to how I dressed and acted. I was a confident person, yet in the presence of Greer, I became uncertain. He was so much fucking smarter than me. More refined, more controlled. I did what I wanted when I wasn’t working here. I had to set an example at PJS. Continue to pull my weight and prove I deserved to be here.
What was the worst that would happen? I’d go into Greer’s office and he’d tell me no? It wouldn’t be the first time I was rejected. Not everyone wanted the tatted-up son of a man who instilled fear citywide and beyond.
Greer wasn’t everyone else though. The only time he treated me differently was the day I came to sign the contract. When I showed up in my dirty jeans, boots, and leather jacket. When I was trying to be an asshole and not dressing appropriately for the office.
Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly then stepped forward until I was a foot inside Greer’s office.
The tennis ball stopped moving, held in Greer’s big hand. “JJ? Everything okay?” I’d learned Greer was a caretaker. He wanted those around him to do well, be happy and healthy.
I took my bag off my shoulder and propped it against the wall near the door. The metal of the door handle was cold in my palm as I carefully pushed it closed and locked the door.
Greer didn’t take his dark eyes off me the entire time. He tracked my movement, every step, until I was standing in front of him, peering down, loving the height advantage I currently had over him.
There were no windows facing the office space beyond his walls. No one would see what I was about to do. If I made a fool of myself and made a huge mistake. Or if I did something right and got the reward I was after. The only windows in the office were the floor-to-ceiling tinted ones facing outside.
Leaning down, I braced my hands on the arms of his chair, bringing my face level with his. He sucked in a breath, his eyes going wide. “If you want me to stop at any point, just say the word. No harm, no foul.”
“Stop?” Greer asked and licked his lips.
“Yeah.” I brushed my mouth against his, unable to resist. “I want to taste you, Greer. I want to put my hands on you. I haven’t stopped thinking about our conversation on Monday.”
“I haven’t either.”
“Do you want to touch me too?”
He nodded.
I straightened, putting my fingers over my belt to slowly undo it. Greer didn’t take his eyes off my waist as I worked the leather loose, the clang of the metal ringing out in the quiet room. I flicked the button on my slacks next and brought the zipper down. My cock strained against the material of my boxer briefs, but I left it in there. “Your turn.” I meant I wanted him to start to undress as well. Instead, he leaned forward, nuzzling his face against my groin, inhaling deeply, mouthing over my cock through the fabric.
Moaning, I ran my fingers through the hair on top of his head. Fuck, it was soft.
He carefully worked the fabric down over my hips, bringing my slacks with it until everything pooled at my feet. Greer licked over one hip bone before moving to the other. His palms cupped my ass as he brought his chair closer, his legs spread, going on the outside of mine.
From root to tip, his tongue dragged over my flesh. I fisted my cock, pointing it at him. “Taste me. Show me how you suck.”
A moan worked its way up his throat before he parted his lips, letting me ease myself inside.
“Do you want me to drive this?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Tap my ass if it’s too much and I’ll back off.”
Greer kept his hands on my cheeks as I started a slow glide in and out of his mouth. Fuck, it felt good. Velvety smooth, hot, wet. I wanted to fucking live in there.
With every thrust I pushed a little deeper, testing how far he could take me. I learned fast I could go as deep as I wanted to. I buried myself in his throat; his face pressed to my groin. He swallowed.
