Page 23 of My Dear Mr. Corporate

CHAPTER 10

Tate

Bryan’s eyes were full of questions, none of which I particularly wanted to answer right now. Seeing him looking so sexy with the top buttons of his shirt undone, revealing the pale skin just below his collarbone, and the way he sucked his bottom lip beneath his teeth, the last thing I wanted was to answer questions. No, I didn’t want to explain why I hadn’t called my mother although it had been a month since we were back in the city. I didn’t want to explain why I couldn’t just call up my mother for a casual chat. I had no idea what his own relationship was like between him and his mother but doubted it could get any worse than me and mine.

“Don’t ask questions,” I told him, pushing my chair out from my desk. “Come here and sit on my lap just like I asked you to over the phone. Besides, you’re late and you know what that means.”

Bryan’s smile was teasing as he walked around the desk. As dainty as you pleased, he perched his round ass on my thighs with his back straight and no other part of him touching me.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, the tease fluttering his lashes at me.

I smirked at him and leaned back in the chair abruptly. He startled when he began to fall but he didn’t have to worry. I had him. He crashed right into my chest. I didn’t wait for him to recover but clutching his head, I crushed my lips to his. It was good to see I wasn’t the only one sexually frustrated by our lack of physical intimacy. He moaned into my mouth, his hand slipping into the hair at the nape of my neck. I held his face between both of mine and kissed him thoroughly, sweeping my tongue into the recesses of his mouth.

More. I wanted more of him, which was not possible in the chair. Clutching him, I rose to my feet and dumped him onto the top of my desk. To be honest, I had fantasized about this moment which was the reason I had invited him up. We were both close to throwing in the towel and fucking each other’s brains out, and I wanted a good teasing session to whet our appetites.

With the computer already safely tucked away to the side in preparation for this, I stepped between Bryan’s thighs and captured his lips once more. I reached for his shirt and tugged the hem out of the waistband of his pants. I pushed my hands up beneath the material and connected with a well-defined but slender chest.

“Oh God, Tate,” he moaned and shifted restlessly on top of the desk as he reached out to pull me closer to him.

“Shh,” I told him, vaguely reminded that we were in my office and anyone could walk by and hear us if we were too loud. The door was closed but it was also not locked. Although protocol demanded that I give verbal consent for entry into my office, people messed up all the time. The last thing I needed anyone from the office to see was Bryan’s perfectly lush white ass being pounded by my starved cock.

He whimpered in his throat when I nipped the side of his neck. Shudders rippled through him, and I located his nipples and tweaked them. The strangled sound he made this time was barely stifled. Running my hand down his torso, I located his belt and unbuckled him. I had the buckle off and the button undone in record time. Gripping the waistband of his underwear, I tugged down just a little and his cock popped out. Long and hard, the veins stood out as though begging for some attention.

I wrapped one hand around his erection and this time the curse that left his lips was not muffled. Somewhere over the rapid beating of my heart, I heard the creaking of the door being opened. I recognized the sound because it had bothered me to the point where I had decided to get a new door which was to arrive in a couple of days.

Annoyed that someone had ruined my make-out session with Bryan, I glanced up to find Vaughn standing just inside with a file in his hand. His face colored in embarrassment. Bryan whose eyes were closed in anticipation had no idea we had an unexpected visitor. He must have sensed the shift in my mood, however, because he frowned at me. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Why are we stopping?” He trailed his fingers down my neck.

“Mr. Rosenbaum, I’m so sorry!” Vaughn exclaimed, yet I didn’t miss the way his eyes fixed on Bryan. “Accounts and Payables asked me to drop off this file you requested.”

Bryan stiffened beneath me and tilted his head back to stare at Vaughn. “Shit! Oh my God, look what you did.”

His reaction was almost comical, but I had a hard on that hurt like hell, so the smile didn’t quite reach my lips. In fact, I scowled at Vaughn for his intrusion. “Why don’t you find your way back on the other side of that door, knock and wait like you’re supposed to?”

Bryan’s gasp filled the office, but I ignored him. There was no excuse for Vaughn to have barged into my office without permission. A few minutes later and I would have been sucking on Bryan’s dick. Technically that wasn’t really sex, just foreplay, and there were no rules about that in our no-sex policy. Besides I had the feeling that no-sex policy was about to become extinct.

“Yes, sir.” Vaughn hurried from the office and closed the door. He knocked again but I ignored him this time.

“Tate, that’s cruel!” Bryan whispered and hit my arm.

“What’s cruel is you not giving me any for the past thirty-two days.”

Bryan’s mouth fell open in shock. “You’re counting?”

“Of course, I’m counting. You don’t think I’m going to find a way to make you pay for stringing me along.” I winked at him to let him know I was only half-joking. “Fix your clothes while I get this file.”

“You should apologize to him.”

“Don’t push it.”

“And the mountain man’s back.”

I threw him a mock salute, glad to find him grinning. “He never really left the building, sweetheart.”

He colored at me calling him sweetheart which just dripped from my tongue and felt natural. I opened the office door to find Vaughn still patiently waiting.

“Thanks for bringing the file.” He handed it to me.

“I’m so sorry about—”

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