Page 49 of Employing Patience

Art holds out a hand, and I take it, letting him pull me to my feet. He tugs me closer until he can wrap his arms around me, and even though I’m still so horny that I’m hot all over, having him hold me like this sets off an explosion of nerves in my gut. “You have no idea.” Then he looks right into my eyes as his hand slides into my shorts and closes around my cock.

His skin is callused—from what, I have no idea—and the roughness as he jerks me off, along with his eye contact, is too much. My legs are fucking shaking, and it’s lucky he’s holding on to me because at this point, he’s the only reason I’m still upright.

“You’re going to come,” he says. “Then you’re going to go back downstairs, tell no one what happened, and when your shift ends, you’ll clock off and come straight back up here. Understand?”

I nod so fast I get dizzy.

“Good. Because I haven’t had a taste of you yet.” He leans in and bites down on my bottom lip at the same time as he pulls some kinda magic trick in my pants. He squeezes hard, twists his hand over the head, and then increases the pressure all the way down my shaft before releasing it again. All it takes is one more stroke and I’m done for. I collapse against him with a grunt, and Art doesn’t stop touching me until he’s milked out every last drop.

Right into my underwear.

He releases my lip with an evil grin.

“When I let you leave here tomorrow,” he says, “all you’ll be craving is more.”

14

ART

I’m not a sleepover kinda guy. I have my fun, I say my thanks, then I’m a gentleman and escort my hookup to the door.

Unfortunately, the second I get my hands on Joey, that craving intensifies, and even coming in his mouth doesn’t relieve it. All night, I’m on edge, anxiously waiting to see if he regrets what happened or if he comes back to me at closing.

And maybe I should have given him more credit because as soon as it hits 1:00 a.m., Joey walks straight into my office, flicks the lock, and strips out of his shorts without so much as a hello.

I fold my arms and lean against the doorway into the bedroom I have off my office, watching while he undresses. “Someone’s in a hurry.”

“Someone worked half a shift with dried cum in his pubes.”

My head tips back on a laugh. “Did it remind you of me?”

“It reminded me that I’ll need to get you back at some point.” His shirt goes next.

I don’t bother hiding how I check him out. “You assume you’ll have the chance.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure I do.” He drops his briefs, then straightens, running a hand through his shaggy hair. Holy fuck, that body. He’s leaner than me, not quite concerningly thin, but his muscle is more obvious than I was expecting for someone who’s never mentioned working out.

My curiosity goes into overdrive, but I push it down because I can’t imagine he’d be impressed if I start grilling him on what he’s eaten today. My cum doesn’t count as a meal.

“Lean over my desk,” I tell him.

“Why?” His eyes narrow. “Are you going to fuck me?”

“Would you let me?”

“Not sure yet.”

“Then how about you lean over my desk and we’ll see if we can’t find an answer for you.”

He takes a hesitant step closer, and I huff.

“I’m not going to fuck you. You’ll be begging me to. But I won’t.”

He laughs, suddenly full of confidence as he crosses the room and leans over the wood. “I’m curious now.”

And not at all shy. His ass isn’t pointed my way, but as I move closer, rounding his body and bringing that sexy sight into view, Joey doesn’t try to hide. His hole is on display, making my mouth water and my cock start to thicken. I might not be planning to fuck him tonight, but damn do I want to one day.

That kind of thinking only reminds me that ground rules need to be set.

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