Page 110 of The Influencer

“Bullshit,” I say, leaning into the denial.

“You ever check out my ass when I’m not looking, Sloane?” Asher asks as he closes in on me.

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“You can tell me, you know. We’re partners.”

I glare up at him. “I don’t check out your ass, Haas.”

“No? So that time I caught you looking in the weight room last week, that was just a coincidence?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, spine stiffening as I square my jaw and clench. How is this man so fucking perfect? This was a tough one, and he’s read my mind.

“My roommate at the academy used to check me out like that. Wanna know what I did to him?”

“What?”

“Beat his ass, that’s what.”

“I wasn’t looking at you. I’m a happily married man.”

“Right. So, what’s that?” He gestures at my crotch. “You got a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

I can only imagine how much these tight polyester pants show off my hard on. “What are you looking at?” I ask, stepping away.

He reaches out quick and grabs me by the throat to keep me still. Excitement sends a burst of precum from my tip. “Am I giving you a boner, Sloane?”

“Fuck you.”

“No,” he says evenly. “Open your pants and show me whether that cock is limp or not.”

“Back the fuck off, Haas.”

“Show me,” he says, his voice hard as ice.

With deliberately anxious hands, I unbuckle my belt, unhook my pants and drop my zipper. Since I’m not wearing any underwear, my condition is obvious.

“That’s what I fucking thought. Just like my roommate.”

“You gonna beat my ass, too? I’d like to see you try.”

With his other hand, he takes hold of my cock, giving it a few firm tugs to which I try to look appalled. “Get your hand off me.”

“Well, I guess we’ve got to take care of this, don’t we?” he asks, his voice low and growly. “I can’t have you distracted. You could get me killed.”

“What—what are you gonna do to me?”

“I’m gonna take care of my partner. And you’re gonna take care of me. You ever suck a cock before, Sloane?”

“No!”

“Well, you better learn quick because our shift is about to start.” He reaches into his shorts and pulls out his dripping erection, rubbing in the precum until it’s shiny. He gives a nod toward the bed and lets go of me. “Keep your dick out and bend your neck back real good.”

“You’re not serious…”

“You wanna get off or not? I’m not offering twice.”

I stretch my acting skills in an effort to seem torn—agonized even, then I finally give in. “Yeah—fuck, yeah, man. I need it.”

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