Page 32 of Cade

I couldn’t help but let my thoughts wander to just how I’d like to praise him for doing such a good job selling the pitch.

The image of Cade on his knees in the board room, my fingers threaded through his hair as his cheeks hollowed while he sucked me off pushed to the forefront of my mind, and I had to bite my knuckle to keep from groaning with pleasure at the thought.

Almost as if he could sense my inner turmoil, he turned his bright blue peepers at me for just a second, causing my heart to beat faster.

The image of Cade spread across the conference room table as I filled him caught like wildfire in my brain, causing the blood to rush to my cheeks as well as my cock, and I nonchalantly palmed my throbbing cock beneath the table, adjusting myself once more.

Cade looked away, smiling genuinely at my father and nodding in agreement to whatever the hell he’d just said.

Now is not the time!

“I think we have all the information we need, Mr. Green, thank you. We’ll be in touch,” my father said, and I realized the meeting was over.

I hadn’t really gathered a word they said, my attention focused on keeping myself steady and stable in front of my father’s employees and the man who seemed to have me entirely second-guessing everything in my life.

As they said their goodbyes, shaking hands and being polite, I realized at any moment Cade would walk through the door, and I could not let him do so without at least telling him he had done so well.

And then perhaps, all praise aside, I could take the good boy out for a well-deserved and overdue lunch.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” I said, smiling half-heartedly at my father, who nodded in response on his way out.

When the last of the suits had gone, Cade made his way to the door, but I casually shut it, stepping in front of his exit.

“Ah, ah. Not yet. We have some more business to discuss,” I purred smoothly.

To my surprise, Cade cocked an eyebrow at me, crossing his arms in a way that was most enticing.

“And what business might that be?” he asked sarcastically, but I did not miss the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Oh, you want to play, do you?

Good thing for you, I love to play...

“Well, as good businessmen do, and quite often, I may add—” I licked my lips, continuing my suave speech. “I believe we should discuss our private business over lunch.”

“Mhmmm.”

“You did very well, up there,” I said as I took a step closer to him.

Cade’s blue eyes gazed up at me with interest.

“You flatter me, Weston, but all I did was just... read numbers and figures. That’s it. A monkey could have done it. I hardly think that’s a job well done.”

I stopped just in front of him, sliding my hands in my pockets, adjusting my unruly erection and to prevent me from wrapping my arms around this man and telling him what I really thought of his performance.

Or rather, what performance I wished I could see of him in this stuffy boardroom.

Make an effort, Wes.

Beyond the physical.

“I do owe you a lunch. After I... how did you say it? Stood you up?”

Cade leaned into my space just a fraction, close enough I could smell his sweet, intoxicating scent.

Cinnamon and cloves mixed with cedar and orange... delicious.

“Mhmm. I suppose you do deserve the chance to make a better... impression,” he said as he looked up at me from under his lashes.

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