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“That’s it. Relax your throat so you can take all of me,” the man on the couch urged.

The guy on his knees gagged once but continued his ministrations. His head bobbed up and down, and I could hear wet slurping noises as he greedily sucked the other man down to the root, his arm moving in a way that told me he was pleasuring himself at the same time.

My cock was harder than it had ever been and begging me to do something. Stroke it, jerk it…join them. It didn’t matter as long as I got to come. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t even supposed to be there. I wasn’t an invited guest, and yet there I was, playing voyeur like some creep.

The realization startled me out of the daze I’d been in and I started to turn, but first, I needed to see the man on the couch. I had to see the face of the first man to ever make me want.

I’d been so focused on the guy on his knees, intrigued by the way he gave in to the other man’s quiet commands without any hesitation whatsoever that I hadn’t even taken the time to actually look at the man behind the alluringly authoritative voice.

My eyes moved past the slender man and landed on the chest of the man on the couch. Even fully clothed, I could tell he was in incredible shape. Broad shoulders, defined pecs, and strong arms.

My gaze roamed over the smooth tanned skin of his throat, his strong jaw line with the slightest hint of stubble, and a pair of the softest, plushest looking lips I’d ever seen on a man.

My breath caught as he bit down on his bottom lip and my mouth began to water. I found myself wishing I could pull on it, licking his lip and kissing away any bruises his teeth had left behind.

His mouth opened then, his head tilting back, exposing his neck as he let out a loud groan, coming down the other man’s throat. The sound shot straight to my dick and my eyes darted up, taking in the rest of his handsome face.

I only caught a flash of his eyes before they fluttered shut, but I would have recognized those bright, emerald-colored orbs anywhere.

Shock mixed with pure, unadulterated lust rocked me to my core and I barely had time to slip around the corner, out of sight before I was coming. Hands free. My cock still firmly encased inside my pants.

I clamped a hand over my mouth to cover my scream, my eyes screwing shut tight as the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced crashed over me like a fucking tsunami. Wave after wave washed through me until I was left breathless, my legs threatening to give out on me.

As soon as I could move, I took off running down the stairs. I found a restroom, sending up a word of thanks that it was empty, and quickly washed up as best I could.

I splashed cold water on my face then looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were bright and shiny, and my skin was flushed, but other than that, there were no outward indications that my world had just completely flipped on its axis.

Convinced I appeared presentable, I left the restroom, sighing with relief when I ran into Ms. Rathchild in the hallway. Somehow, I was able to convince her that I’d only just returned to get our phones, and after retrieving them from a safe in her suite, I left.

It wasn’t until I was tucked inside an Uber, on the way to the bar, that I realized my whole body was shaking. I rested my head back on the seat and tried to focus on my breathing, but my head was full of questions that begged to be answered.

Why had I reacted so strongly to another man? Did the fact that simply watching the man had made me come harder than ever before mean I wasn’t as straight as I thought I was? And how in the world was I supposed to face that man on Monday, given that he was my boss?

CHAPTER 6

DONOVAN

I sat behind my desk, my attention divided between the reports on my computer screen and Trevor who was working at the desk I’d had set up for him in my office. He’d been behaving jittery and distracted the last few weeks, which was odd for my typically composed and efficient assistant.

His first week here, Trevor had been like a breath of fresh air. Always with a smile on his face and a friendly word, he had managed to charm the clients he’d met and had my staff eating out of the palm of his hand.

When I’d mentioned it to him, he’d modestly explained that he was simply doing his job, but I had a feeling it was more than that. It seemed it was just who Trevor was. Friendly and outgoing, talkative, with a quick wit that had me fighting back a laugh on more than one occasion.

People liked him and I’d found myself enjoying his company way more than I probably should have. Not that I would ever admit it. Just like I would never admit how attracted I was to him. An attraction which had led me to a swap party in order to distract myself. Only that plan had ended up backfiring on me.

I’d gone there to play. Occasionally, I liked to indulge in the sort of scene with a partner who would let me call all the shots. The guy I’d been with had been cute and certainly eager to please. But when I’d closed my eyes, it was Trevor’s face that had appeared in my mind.

The thought of my gorgeous assistant on his knees, head bent down as he took my cock into his warm, wet mouth had sent me over the edge, a powerful orgasm racing through me. I’d left soon after, feeling unfulfilled and even more frustrated. I’d only known Trevor a few weeks and already he was wreaking havoc on my carefully constructed life.

I’d spent the rest of that weekend chastising myself and listing all the reasons why I could never let my assistant find out about my attraction. Not the least being that I never allowed the line between work and my personal life to be blurred.

Plus, if he didn’t feel the same, it would not only be embarrassing for me but could potentially lead to him quitting. And he’d proven to be far too good of a PA for me to let that happen.

The following Monday, I’d come in, prepared to keep as much of a professional distance as I could, but then I’d noticed his strange behavior. He’d been unusually quiet—at least around me.

I’d seen him talking and laughing with Kelly and a few of the others around the office, but when he was with me, he was professional and polite, his usual warmth and charisma notably lacking. I couldn’t help but think it had something to do with me personally.

I furrowed my brow in concern, watching as he fidgeted with papers, his eyes darting in my direction, only to skitter away when he caught me looking. He seemed even more on edge than usual.

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