Page 85 of Billion Dollar Love: Manlove Edition

Adam sat on the edge of his desk. “Can’t you even try to take it as a compliment?”

“Not really. I’ve been watching your every move during all the meetings since I was moved to your team. And in the hallways. And in the breakroom. But you didn’t notice me like this.” He gestured to himself. “You noticed me with crazy hair and no glasses and a skin-tight t-shirt.”

Adam pushed away from the desk. “Looking for romance in the office is a bad idea.”

“But my point is you didn’t notice me enough to recognize anything about me. Not even my voice.”

“The club was too loud.”

“You say my eyes are stunning now, but they obviously never made an impression before.”

“I don’t make a habit of staring into my employees’ eyes.”

Ben sighed. “I accept your apology. And I won’t say anything about the kiss. May I please go? Can we forget this?”

Adam strode across the room and locked the door. “No. We aren’t going to forget it. And you can’t walk out of here with that hard-on.”

Ben barely had time to process those words before Adam was on his knees and pushing him against the desk. His brain stopped working completely as Adam freed his cock and took it into his mouth. Reality somehow returned to him as he gripped the desk, and he knew he should push Adam away. He should cry out or make some noise. Adam couldn’t do this to him simply because he was the boss.

But Ben looked down, and all he could see was the man he’d been fantasizing about for months sucking his cock. He gripped Adam by the hair and took control, fucking his mouth roughly as Adam’s hands moved up the back of his thighs to squeeze his ass.

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Adam didn’t like giving up control, but the need in Ben’s movements made it all worth it. He could deny the few moments of lust Friday night, but this? Ben would have a much harder time denying he had wanted this. All their cards were on the table, and Ben was the aggressor now, fucking Adam’s mouth desperately.

Adam gave up trying his usual techniques and simply let Ben guide him. Little moans escaped from Ben, and his fingers worked through Adam’s hair frantically. Then, Ben yanked Adam’s head back, and their eyes met. Ben bit his lip as cum gushed from his cock. Adam wanted to close his eyes and savor it, but he kept looking up as he swallowed every drop.

Ben trembled as he sank down, practically into Adam’s lap. He leaned back against the desk as he straddled Adam awkwardly, his impressive cock still half hard. Adam leaned in to kiss him, and at first, Ben turned away. Adam gripped him by the chin and turned his head to bring their lips together.

This kiss was gentler, and Ben’s face reddened as it ended. Adam caressed his cheek, pushing his glasses up, as they’d slipped down his nose a bit. “Have dinner with me. I’ll pick you up. I’ll cook for you. I do my own shopping and clean my own house most days and drive myself pretty much everywhere but here. I’m sorry the fact I use a company car and driver to save time some days makes you think less of me.”

“And if I say no?”

Adam wanted to kiss him again, to touch him again, but he didn’t. He searched Ben’s face and said, “I’ll keep asking.”

“Sometimes, even men like you don’t get what they want. Sometimes they have to take no for an answer.”

Adam inched back so that Ben slid off him. “Then why didn’t you fight me? Are you going to report me now? Get vengeance?”

“Vengeance? Just because you didn’t recognize me?” Ben shook his head and gave a humorless laugh. “No. Nothing like that.”

“Then, what?” Adam licked his lips. “I know what your cum tastes like. I want to know so much more.”

Ben slipped to the side and stood, tucking his cock away and fastening his pants. His face had gone red again.

Adam took a chance, grabbing the leg of Ben’s pants. “Please. I’d rather bicker with you and be insulted than have even one more dinner with a man who’s just trying to get into my pants so he can get to my wallet.”

Ben drew back. “Nice line. Has it worked before?”

Adam bolted up. He grabbed Ben’s hand and rubbed it over his own cock, which was painfully hard. “This is for you. When you want it. Along with dinner and any topic of conversation you want. Attack me all damn night if you want, so long as I’m sitting across the table from you.”

Ben’s expression faltered as he jerked his hand away. “Please stop.”

Adam scribbled his number down. “My cell. The private one. Only six people have this number.”

Ben stared at it then pocketed it. “I have work to do, sir,” he said before pushing past Adam and walking out.

Ben watched him walk down the hallway, again not caring if anyone noticed.

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