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And you're doing this bet now because?
"Neo's curious."
Why is Neo curious when he's not even here?
"Actually, he's hiding behind the curtains behind you."
You're fucking kidding m-
I stopped and bit down on my lip to stop myself from hissing at the movement of Saint's hand that had somehow managed to slip into the gap of my fitted boxers.
The glare I gave him as my eyes narrowed only made his amusement spread across his expression while those gorgeous blue eyes began to darken with hunger. He pulled my cock out just as Whitney finished neatly packing the attire like she was about to take it to a forensic review.
"I have the documents, sir," she declared and walked to the desk. I tensed up when Saint's hand began to move along my length, forcing me to sit a little taller in hopes it wouldn't show how tense my body got.
"Alright. Let's see them," I voiced.
She passed me her clipboard and took a few steps back as I reviewed the rather thick document. If Saint was going to continue taunting me the entire time it would take me to review this document, I'd be fucking caught and so would he.
"Can I get a summary?" I inquired as my eyes quickly scanned the document. I was personally hoping she'd talk just so Saint's movements wouldn't be heard as he continued to move his hand up and down my length.
"Yes, gladly! I memorized the whole thing so I'll give you the essentials!" She went right into a rambling summary, but I was far too focused on how thrilling it felt to be stroked in public with the chance of getting caught.
What turned me on more was the fact Neo was 'watching" from behind. I was sure he was enjoying the energetic wonderland of colors and noticed the spike of my energy that surely happened when one became aroused.
I began to work on signing, reaching halfway when I paused the signing process to fight back a groan as Saint decided it was time to take things up a notch. My hand was practically shaking as I focused solely on the way Saint took the tip of my cock into his hot mouth.
Fuck, Saint! Can't you wait?
"You know, I'd never thought I’d do this again, and yet the idea of doing it specifically to you is totally turning me on in weird ways,"Saint admitted, beginning to take in more of my length.
"Is there something wrong on that page, Mr. De Luca?" Whitney inquired, snapping me out of my daze.
"No, sorry. Please continue," I urged her to keep going as I continued to attempt to scan the words to ensure I wasn't fucking myself over by signing my empire away thanks to Saint's hot fucking mouth.
Fuck. How is he so good at head? Didn't he say doing this again? What the fuck did he mean by that? Saint isn't gay like Dimitris. Right?
My thoughts weren't going to be answered, and if I didn't wrap this up, I'd be a lost cause. I gave up reading and signed the remaining spots with my signature and initials.
"Done."
"Eh? Already? S-Should I explain the rest?"
I purposely looked over at the time and shook my head. "I have a meeting in two minutes and I'd rather not delay your departure. You're playing with rush hour."
"Ah!" She quickly looked at her pink watch on her wrist. "You're right! My car is waiting for me downstairs. Traffic in the city has been atrocious as of late. Thank you for being so considerate, sir."
She quickly took the clipboard and took a step back to bow. "I appreciate your assistance. I will contact Viktor again when I need to make the second appointment after the holidays. Please get home safely and happy holidays!"
"Pleasure doing business," I replied. "I'm sure I'll get my clothes back at some point."
"Y-Yes! They'll be washed, ironed, and delivered by priority mail! Uh...not the belt! Thank you for the genius idea. I'll make sure to send Miss Phoenix your greetings."
I swear she was talking far too much for a farewell statement. Saint was working at the perfect rhythm while his hands pressed against my upper thighs to ensure they remained just where they were as he began to move faster.
"I'm sure you can see your way out. One of my guards will escort you to the elevator. Please do me...the favor of letting them know I have to make a phone call before the next meeting."
"Certainly! Have a good night, sir." She beamed happily. My breath was uneven as I waited impatiently for her to leave the room. It felt like she was taking her sweet time taking each step towards the door, and I was thankful that the guard sensed her departure because the door opened enough to fit her through.
