Page 104 of A Forgotten Mistake

I cock my head. “Excuse me? What part? Terrifying me enough that I lost all of my shit? You found that sexy?”

“Sure did,” Liam says as he saunters in.

“You are on ahigh,” I realize. “All day you’ve been flying high because you’re so thrilled with everything.”

“Sure am,” he agrees with a grin. “Because my lovely Gabriel loves me.”

That makes me raise an eyebrow. “Strangely enough, I loved you before yesterday.”

“I’m aware, but… it’s different,” he says as he tosses a folder down. “You love me, and you accept me, and you trust me…”

“Pretty sure I did all of those things before yesterday as well.”

“It’s different.”

“Sure, sure. What did Jesse need?”

“Don’t worry about Jesse. Jesse is boring,” Liam says as he comes over to my desk and kneels down. I’m… more than a little confused about what he’s doing before realizing that he must be grabbing the paper I dropped. But oddly enough… the paper isn’t under my desk that he’s currently crawling under.

“Did I drop something under there?” I ask a moment before I feel my zipper go down. “What are you doing? Liam, we’re at work!”

He gives me a mischievous look from between my legs. “Everyone’s gone home.”

“Not everyone! There are still people who work different shifts!”

“Everyone in our office has,” he says as he strokes my cock. He has my cock’s full attention, but my mind is still convinced someone will walk in. I’d slid into the chair behind his desk, since he had some information up on his computer that I was helping myself to. This means that if someone came in, they wouldn’t even see Liam, but if they did… I would never be able to show my face in this office again, and oh my god… his mouth slides down my cock, snapping all thoughts right out of my head.

“Liam!”

“Yes, my darling?” he asks, and I can feel his hot breath on my dick. “If you really want me to stop, I will.”

Yes… that’s the word I want. Say yes… all I have to do is say yes, let’s stop and finish at home and… instead my hand slides into his hair. That’s fine too… I will simply pull him off… I will draw his head back, that way I don’t have to use my mouth whichreallydoesn’t seem interested in saying anything other than “Please continue.” When my hand betrays me as well and I don’t pull him off, he gives me a grin before continuing. He’s clearly pleased with himself and his ability to make me become a horrible person who lets someone suck them off at work.

What have I become?

His mouth moves over me, but I can’t moan because what if someone hears me? I bite it back as his fingers work around the base of my cock while his mouth and tongue tantalize the tip. His fingers slide farther down, drawing a teasing line around my balls as I close my eyes and resist the urge to moan.

“Touch yourself. I want to see you touch yourself,” I finally get out. Like my mouth works fine for that but forgot all about telling him that this is a horrible idea. We’d get in so much trouble if someone caught us.

His eyes flip up to catch mine, my cock deep in his mouth as he unzips his pants and pulls his own erection out.

I moan before I can stop myself and instead of worrying Liam, it seems to make him more pleased. Of course it would. He’s a monster who is making me—let’s pretend I didn’t make him take his own cock out—do… things at work. He’s the monster who has hypnotized me into being unable to pull away when it feels so goddamn good.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper as pleasure rushes through me.

He murmurs something and the vibration makes my hand in his hair tighten. I bite my other hand to cut back the moan threatening to escape. How can this feel so fucking good while knowing that someone could walk in at any moment? How could that possibly make this feel even better? Fuck…

In an attempt to give him something to come into so we keep our clothes nice and clean, I try to grab a tissue out of the box between our desks, and instead, I knock the whole box onto his face. Startled by the sudden assault, he flinches back.

“You could have just told me you liked it rough instead of blinding me,” he says.

I try not to laugh. “I thought you’d look sexy in an eyepatch. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“See if I convince you to be a bad boy ever again.”

“Don’t dirty up the area,” I say as I try to toss tissues at him. I end up grabbing far too many and most settle on his head as he was prepared to continue.

“Are you trying to cover up my face? Am I that ghastly?”

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