Page 22 of Masked Love

Xander walked over to his desk and sat down in his leather office chair.

“Take it out,” he ordered.

I undid his belt, unzipped his slacks, and reached inside through the fly of his underwear to pull out his thick cock.

“Good boy. Now put it in your mouth and keep him warm. And no touching my cock with your hands. Mouth only. I don’t want you getting me off before I’m ready.”

He spread his legs to allow me between them, and I swallowed him down, careful not to run my tongue along his length or around his crown as much as I wanted to.

My mouth quickly pooled with saliva, but I didn’t dare swallow it, so it leaked out of the corners of my mouth.

I looked up at him as he looked down at me with blown pupils, turning his blue eyes black. He carded my hair lovingly.

“You look stunning down there. I could watch you all day warming my cock.”

I’d quickly learned since the Halloween party that Xander loved to talk dirty and was so good at it. Telling me what to do kept me from worrying about doing something wrong, but if I still did it wrong, well, he’d punish my ass beautifully for it.

He let go of my hair and started typing on his laptop when someone knocked on the door.

My body froze, but he took a fistful of my hair and kept me from moving.

“Come in.”

What the hell was he doing? That naughty bastard. Did he leave his office door unlocked intentionally, or was that an accident?

The threat of getting caught under Xander’s desk had me getting hard again. What the hell? Why did I like that, too? Yet my body shook from the risk and fear.

“What can I do for you, Max?” he said to the office accountant.

“I didn’t see Greyson anywhere, so I’m assuming he’s at lunch still. I need you to sign these tax forms for me, and they can’t wait.”

“Sure, slide them on my desk, and I’ll do them shortly,” Xander said with a tone that was much too calm. If it were me, I’d be squeaking my way out of a job.

“Sorry, Xander. I need them now.”

He sighed. “Fine.”

Papers rustled, and the scraping of a pen sounded.

“Are you okay? You look a little pale and sweaty,” Max asked. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

“I’m fine, though I might be coming down with something.”

“You really work too hard. Perhaps you should take a day off.”

Xander huffed a laugh. “Perhaps.”

Papers slid across his desk. “Anything else, Max?”

“No. Everything appears to be in order. Thanks, Xander. And do be sure to get some rest.”

“Will do.”

As soon as the door shut, he took a handful of my hair when I started to squirm. “Not so fast. We’re not done here.”

I whimpered with my mouth full cock, and he smiled. “Do you want to make me come now?”

I nodded my head.

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