Page 2 of Not So Casual

“And what are you going to do at the club?”

“Dance, drink, and have fun.”

“Hmmm,” I murmur quietly. He may be my assistant, but our connection is different from that of most bosses with an employee. We talk about what's going on in our lives and joke around with each other. We’re friends, but we’ve never actually hung out outside of work. Mostly because I’m not sure that I wouldn’t drag him home with me if I saw him outside this building. It would be too tempting, and I don’t think I have the strength to keep myself from doing just that.

Elias is hands down the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He has gorgeous brown eyes with a head full of blond hair that my fingers are always yearning to grab and pull. A few inches shorter than me, he has a lithe body that I know would look fucking spectacular naked and spread out on my bed.

But he’s off limits, being that he’s the best assistant I’ve ever had, and I won’t risk losing him over a quick fuck.

“Well, I need to get back to work, but if you need me, ring me.”

Scooping up his iPad, he tosses me a smile before making his way out of my office. A smile that sets my blood on fire. As soon as the door clicks shut, I groan, rolling my chair back away from my desk and pushing on my throbbing cock. I’ve been rock hard since the minute he walked in the door. Gripping myself over my slacks, my eyes roll in the back of my head as I try to relieve the ache that’s building without having to pull my pants off.

The door swings open again before I have a chance to pull my hand off my dick, and Elias stands in my doorway, his eyes locked on my hand.

“Busy?” he snickers.

“Need something?” I grit out through clenched teeth.

“I just realized I forgot to ask if you needed me to order lunch. But I can see you’re busy, so I’ll leave you alone to deal with that,” he says, gesturing his finger in the direction of my lap, my hand automatically going to my side. His eyes lock on mine again, and I swear there’s a fire in them that wasn’t there before, but he blinks, and it's gone just as fast as it arrived. “Let me know.” Waving, he singsongs “bye” while closing my door again.

Throwing my head back, I close my eyes, my hand finding my dick again. Fuck, I can’t stop myself. Just being in his presence causes an involuntary erection to happen.

Daily.

Fuck it.

Getting up quickly, I stride across my office and lock the door before making my way back to my chair. Undoing my belt, I unbutton my pants and shove my hand into them, pulling my shaft out. Giving it a hard tug, I groan, my eyes rolling in the back of my head, my body trembling. I imagine Elias opening the door again, his eyes widening at the sight of me in my chair, jerking off. Him licking his lips seductively before making his way over to me, falling to his knees at my feet, offering me his mouth to use.

My hand speeds up, knowing I need to finish soon. Closing my eyes, I picture Elias again, only this time he’s bent over my desk, and I’m pounding into him from behind. I imagine pulling his body against mine, his back in a perfect arch, his tight hole taking me so deeply, my hand on his throat squeezing while he moans my name. My balls draw up, so I quickly bend over and unleash, my cum hitting the floor.

Falling back into my chair, I breathe in deeply, pulling my pants up while trying to catch my breath. Lifting the tissues off my desk, I grab a few, using them to clean up the mess. After tossing it into the trash, I fix my pants, preparing myself to get back to a long day of work.

Elias

Twirling the tiny red drink umbrella in my fingers, I smile brightly at the man in front of me who offered to buy my drink. I know he thinks that offering to buy my drink might mean he would get lucky.

But he won’t.

Thankfully, there’s finally a lull in conversation that I use as my cue to walk away.

“My friend is waiting for me, but uh, thanks for the drink.” Lifting the glass in the air, I smile before turning around and walking straight to Melanie, who’s waiting at our table, laughing her ass off.

“Bravo.” She claps. “I’m surprised he let you walk away.”

Sitting down on the barstool, I take a sip of my drink before setting it back down. “He’s the one who offered to pay, I never said he would get something in return.”

Being on the smaller side, I tend to use it to my advantage in these types of settings. Men flock to me, and many of them trip over their own feet trying to buy me drinks. It’s not my fault that all I have to do is flutter my eyelashes, and they buy me drinks. But, I also make it a point to make sure that I’m not leading them on.

“Touché.”

Clinking our glasses together, I take another sip, moaning at the fruity taste as it hits my tongue.

“Anyone catching your eye tonight?” I ask, glancing at my best friend.

Melanie has been my rock for as long as I can remember. Moving to Chicago on a whim wasn’t the smartest choice for an 18-year-old man to make 6 years ago. Coming from a small town in New Mexico, I’d always dreamed of moving here. Visiting the West Coast was something my family did all the time. But moving away from there? To somewhere I had never been? That was a dream. And luckily, it was a dream I made come true. On my first day here, I ran into her—literally—trying to hail the same cab, and we’ve been thick as thieves ever since that shared cab ride.

“There are not many women out tonight, so I’ll probably head home alone.”

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