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“Yeah, I’d like that, but speaking of food, let’s order room service. I’m hungry plus there’s the little promise of me filling your tight hole tonight,” I add.
“Shit, Xan, I missed you.”
I lean forward to whisper in his ear. “Same here, babe.”
* * *
“Xan, baby,”I barely hear, my eyes opening to the morning sun filling the bedroom of the suite. We about broke the bed last night in our need for one another, and yet, I can’t get enough of him.
“Farmer, go back to sleep. Hold me a little longer.”
His kisses continue to stir me from my slumber, one where I’m wrapped in his arms. “No can do, baby.”
I search the clock and it’s five a.m. “What in the world are you doing up so early?” I ask, attempting to pull him back in bed.
“I can’t show up in the clothes I wore to work yesterday, and I didn’t think to pack or grab the extra suit I have at the office. I have to go home. But I’d rather spend a couple more hours with you.”
“Ah, shit, you’re right.” I roll over on my side to push up because I don’t plan on letting him leave without a goodbye blow job. I crawl out of the bed and pull down the joggers of mine he stole from my suitcase as I fall to my knees.
“You really are making it hard for me to leave,” he quips.
“Yeah, I’m making something very hard, baby,” I retort and I don’t give him a chance as my tongue swirls at the tip of his cock. My hands reach for his balls, and I squeeze them from side to side, and I can’t wait to have them in my mouth, too.
“I love this, me being able to take you in the morning.” We’ve been more brazen with one another in the past several hours, letting down our barriers, allowing the other inside of our bubbles of protection.
His hand falls on my head and begins dictating the speed. “You take my cock like the fucking slut you are. Are you a slut for my cock, baby?” he asks, and dirty-talking Clark is going to make me toss him back into bed, as I pound his ass.
“I’m a slut for everything Clark Farmer,” I say for a brief second as he slows down, but with my words, his thrusts in my mouth increase and I’m savoring every minute of him.
My fingers are slick when I stop for a brief moment, coating my digits with his precum. I wrap my arm around him, only to push my fingers inside of him, and with the P-spot easily accessible, I begin to make him squirm.
“I’m going to unload in that mouth of yours, baby. Take my cum like the slut you are.”
Fuck, yes. It’s not long until streams of cum explode in my mouth, and I swallow him down. I hold onto him a little bit longer, my face tipped up to meet his, as his eyes lock on mine. This is it. This is so much more than I ever expected with him. I can’t say it, not yet, but I will soon because tomorrow isn’t something we’re promised. Maybe one day I’ll find the nerve to tell him, but until then, I’ll keep it to myself.
* * *
I’min my father’s executive office, searching the active accounts of the company. I know the bastard is dirty, but he knows how to cover up his messes. He always has. The fucking fuck-head.
Anytime I can get my hands on the records, I attempt to find his one mistake, but I can’t.
I search the overseas accounts, and with my double major in poli-sci and economics, I can’t find any discrepancy, and typically like a word search, these mistakes stick out like a sore thumb.
The door swings open, and I’m caught off-kilter by the velocity of it all. The office is filled with three security guards, with a man I’ve met several times, typically buttering me up for when I take over. He’s one of the youngest CFOs ever in the company’s history.
“You don’t have clearance to access those files, Mr. Lynol.” Timothy Braydon stands in front of me, but his security recognizes me and steps back.
“Mr. Braydon, Mr. Lynol has full access, as per his father.”
I push back into my father’s chair, placing my feet on the desk. “Yeah, Mr. Braydon. I was brought in to learn the ropes. I can’t if I don’t have access to our accounts.” My smug smile comes through so naturally, and I gloat at his inability to do a fucking damn thing about it.
“This isn’t over, Mr. Lynol.” And he’s out of my father’s office and security profusely apologizes to me.Take that, you fucker, I think to myself, but all he’s done is set off a red flag, and Timothy Braydon is on my list.
As security closes my father’s office door, a man, a couple years younger than me stands, staring at me. It’s more than simply staring, it’s like his eyes are locked with mine. And fuck, he looks familiar but I can’t place him.
An hour later, the phone rings.
“There’s no need for you to rummage through the international accounts. You have a lot to learn before taking over. Fuck, Xander, I was on the phone with Timothy Braydon for an hour over your disrespect. You need to be on the first flight out tonight, and I want you at the office by six a.m. It’s time I put a leash on you.”
