Page 24 of The Silencer

Well, okay then. I move toward him, undoing the strap of my robe as I go. My dick pokes out first, eager and hungry, the tip already gleaming with precum.

Anthony taps his fingers impatiently on the top of his desk as I come to a stop before him.

“Off,” he says, glancing at my robe.

I sigh and let it slide down my body and puddle at my feet. The rush of cool air hits my exposed skin, and I feel it start to pebble under his gaze.

Oh Lord, have mercy.

Two fingers sensually dip into the ointment before they rise up to my left shoulder. My mind has gone full perversion. I can imagine those two fingers coated in lube, running down my crack and into my tight, waiting hole.

Fuck, I’d be so here for it.

I’d let him do that. Anytime.

His fingers press against my skin, and I let out a long exhale, trying to keep my cool but really failing. As they rub slow, sensual circles around my chest, I bite my lip to keep the whimpers inside.

It’s not working. I’m pathetic.

His hands move from my chest to my stomach, doing things to my libido that I didn’t know were possible. But he seems entirely unaffected. This isn’t doing it for him at all. Which is fine.

That is totally fine.

I’m horny enough for the two of us.

“Lean back,” he instructs, sitting down in that leather chair and taking one of my legs into his hand, repeating the process from last night. Only this time, when his palm grazes my thigh, he brushes against my hard dick, and I moan.

Loudly.

A small chuckle leaves his lips, and I frown.

He thinks this is funny? I’m sure he does. He has no idea what his hands on my skin does to me.

No idea.

They’re magical and forbidden. They’re something I want, but can’t have.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door and someone steps in. Confusion sets in and then panic. I grab a piece of paper from a stack to my right and press it over my straining dick. I can see the precum that was settled on the tip soaking through the paper, but it’s too late now.

For the first time in my life, I feel modesty.

I don’t want anyone to see what state I’m in.

“What?” Anthony asks, his hands never leaving me, his eyes focused on my leg. It’s almost as if the other man doesn’t exist. He just moves on to the next leg as if no one is there.

“Excuse me, sir, but there’s been an issue with number seven,” the man says, his gaze firmly pinned to the wall, thankfully.

I’ve seen this man around. Dark hair, dark brown eyes, wide shoulders. Don’t know his name though. Should learn his name.

But not right now. Right now, I can’t speak. I’ve swallowed my tongue. It’s in my dick with every other part of me.

“Hm,” he hums. “I see. I take it Luca isn’t back yet?”

“No, sir.”

“Give me ten minutes,” he says. “I take it you can keep the situation under control?”

The man winces and nods. “Yes, sir.”

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