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As our hearts pound against one another, someone knocks at the door. Declan curses under his breath. It’s not locked. They could just walk in and see us like this.
I wait for his command, very much still filled with his cock, “under the desk.”Without hesitation,I slide off Declan’s lap and onto my knees.Every inch of my skin is still sensitized and I’ve barely caught my breath.
Declan slides his chair in, his feet planted wide. I put my hands on his knees and look up at him. He doesn’t look down at me as he calls, “Come in.”
The door opens, and I wait a moment.
“Mr. Cross.” It’s one of the managers from the front of the house. I recognize his voice.A light tapping sound says he’s got a notepad in one hand, and he’s using the base of his pen to worry at it while he stands there.
Declan’s dick is still hard, and he’s still in need.He readjusts himself in his seat, and his hand rests on his thigh before his two fingers motions for me to come closer. I can still feel him inside of me, and the pleasure he’s just given me urges me forward.
I take his cock in my hand and give it a gentle stroke, then a harder one. His breath hitches and I’m tempted to lean forward and lick.I let the tip of my tongue glide up his slit and his hand wraps around the back of my neck as the conversation continues.
“We’re cutting it too close on the top-shelf spirits. What do you think about a 25 percent increase?”
“Hmm.” There’s no sign in Declan’s voice that I have my fist wrapped around his cock. I give him another harder stroke, then inch myself up so I can better serve him orally. With his fingers firmly gripping my neck, he holds me still and I wait with baited breath. “When you say cutting it close, what do you mean, exactly?”
“I mean that twice last week we’ve had to run out mid-shift for more. It hasn’t caused any problems, but if it happens on a busy night, we’ll be down a server or a bartender.”
“Is 25 percent more on the order enough to stop that from happening?”
“I think so. But it’s also about timing. Shipments tend to come in a day after we’ve already had to go out for replacements.”
The moment his grip loosens, I lean forward and close my lips around the head of Declan’s dick, and the only sign he gives is that his thighs tense. His muscles tighten under my palms. I suck ever so gently and I’ve never felt so dirty and so powerful as he lets go of my neck and spears his fingers through my hair, letting me suck him off.
His voice tenses just slightly as he asks, “Any way to rework the shipments?”
“Delivery driver says no. I checked with him before I came down here. It would mean an extra fee if he had to make two trips to this area.”
“Which costs less?”he asks quickly and beneath me, the heels of his shoes dig into the carpet.I hollow my cheeks and take more of his cock into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.
“Between the fee and the increased orders?”
“Yeah.”
The manager consults his list, and it’s silent for a minute. Declan’s feet rise so his heels are two inches above the floor. I stop taking him deeper and concentrate on licking him, keeping my lips tight around his shaft. One of his heels taps three times in quick succession. His thigh trembles, just a little, and the silence seems to drag on and on and on.
“The fee is less, by a little. So…”
“So go with an increase in the order.”
The manager laughs. “I thought you’d say just the opposite.”I pause, so I can readjust and get more comfortable.
“We can sell everything we order for the bar. We can’t make any money off the fee.”As he talks, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and work him with both my hand and mouth. “So if the price is only a little different, it’s obvious to me that the order should just increase to match our need.”
Declan’s voice catches, just a tiny bit, on the wordneed.And I fucking love it.
“Got it.”
“Anything else?” he asks quickly; I have a feeling he’s close.
“There was something—” The pen taps on the notepad again, and Declan presses his heel into the carpet hard. I can’t do anything but add suction and tension to the blowjob, because the poor manager would know I was under here.
“No. I think that’s all. I’ll send an email with–”
“You do that,” Declan cuts him off, “Close the door behind you on your way out.”
“Yes, sir.”
