Page 20 of Privileged (Adrenalin)

Wait, if I’m no longer tense will I have a reason to see him? Would he even want to see me? Given the way he keeps reiterating it’s not his job tofinishthese massages in the way my body desires, it’s clear he’s not big on breaking the rules. Normally, I’d feel the same way, but I can’t help thinking the fact he isn’t a direct subordinate of mine gives us a little wiggle room. It’s still not an ideal situation, but it doesn’t have to be a deal-breaker either, right?

It's ill-advised though. Exactly what my father warned me against. So, despite all the reasons I could come up with to justify seeing Sloan without the massage excuse, doing so is a dangerous proposition. Unfortunately, my mind and body are too lax to think of a reason not to follow that thread.His hands really are magic.

I’m nearly comatose when Sloan holds the sheet for me to rotate, which I do knowing full well how I’m likely to react. I suspect he does too, but if it bothers him, he wouldn’t have come. I settle into thecushion and close my eyes, basking in the subtle hum of electricity passing between us, which is heightened given the lack of tension inside me.

Sloan’s hands wander leisurely up and down my body, softly massaging my muscles. It’s a soothing motion, meant to calm me, I think. It makes my body feel light, almost like I’m floating. Peaceful.

My breathing is slow and even, my eyes heavy. Without the burden of my typical stress, I’m just conscious enough to catalogue the initial twinge of arousal his touch elicits, and I hear myself moan softly. I’m vaguely aware of the fact I shouldn’t make any sounds, but I’m too comfortable to dwell on it. Then my breath hitches unexpectedly, and I moan again.

The first thing I register is my rapid pulse. Then the cool air on my upper thigh. A faint tingle near my balls. Keeping my eyes closed, I groan once more, louder this time, and Sloan stills.

“Was that… Did I?” He yanks his hands off me. “Oh my God. I was lost in my head, just going through the motions. I wasn’t paying attention to…Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”

He paces back and forth, wringing his hands. Before I have time to second guess myself, I sit up and reach out to grab them, tugging him closer.

“Let’s stop ignoring the obvious. You have an effect on me I clearly enjoy.” Sloan’s gaze follows mine as I glance down at my lap, where my balls still vibrate with the memory of his finger brushing against them. “Is it fair to say you enjoy it too?”

He lowers his stare to the ground and gives a subtle nod.

“Does that embarrass you?” I cup his chin and tip it up, forcing his eyes to mine.

“No.”

“Then why won’t you look at me?”

“I can’t risk my career over a case of lust, no matter how much I’m tempted to. I should’ve been more careful.” He holds his breath, blinking rapidly, almost like he’s bracing for my response.

My hand falls to his hip, releasing him while still keeping him close.Please God, don’t let this be a mistake.

“My actions have probably made it seem like I want your body, and I do. But I like you, Sloan. I like the way you make me feel, the way you make me think. I was drifting off thinking how nice it would be to explore that. I want to. Do you understand?”

This time when he looks at me it’s with a mix of desire and… hope, or is that just wishful thinking? My cock strains against the sheet, anticipating his answer, though he still doesn’t speak.

“Even though you don’t report to me directly, I’m still the guy who issues your paycheck, Sloan. I can’t make the first move.” The knuckles of the hand clutching his hip turn white. “What do you want?”

I’m expecting him to bite his lip and shrug, pack up and leave, or give me a tentative kiss. Instead, he slips his hand under the sheet, slides it up my leg and wraps his fingers around my bulging erection, leaving me both breathless and speechless for a full five seconds.

“Fuck,” I hiss, when my mind comes back online.

“This doesn’t usually happen until after I’ve massaged your hands.” His fingers knead my shaft.

“Noticed that huh?” I suck in a breath of air as Sloan slides his palm over my length.

“Kind of hard not to. What makes today different?”

“Like you said, I’m relaxed. And I’m tired of trying to pretend I don’t want this.” The sheet falls away as I reach forward to wrap a hand around his neck. Pulling him between my legs I bring our lips together, and my heart lurches so deep in my chest it’s like it’s beating for thefirst time.

That’s… new.

Sloan’s lips are indulgent. The perfect mix of supple and firm, just like the man himself whom I know has both a soft and formidable side. His gentle mannerisms hide an inner strength, that moral compass I witnessed at the wedding, and I feel a twinge of guilt for being the man to tempt that integrity because of the lust I feel. Then I hear the sharp intake of air, the breathy sigh he gives me in return, and my dick jumps in his hand as weeks of pent-up tension threaten to unleash from his simple touch.

Something that feels this good can’t be wrong, right?

“This is a bad idea,” Sloan mumbles against my mouth.

“Why?” I nip at his lip before taking it again.

“I work for you. I can’t afford to have this interfere with my job.”

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