Page 3 of Slay Tricksters and Silent Skeletons
A light knock sounded on my door just as I raised my glass to my lips. Quickly, I downed the contents, then called out for whoever was on the other side to come in, though I was pretty sure I knew who it was.
And I was right.
Bento pushed open the door, then stepped inside. I leaned back in my chair, doing my damnest not to ogle him because I was right, just as I always was. He was wearing the gray training shirt with a pair of black sweats, and he looked so goddamn good, I wanted to bend him over my desk and fuck him stupid. Fuck himuntil he was crying and begging me to stop, yet thrusting that perfect ass back on me because he also never wanted it to end.
“Anurak is with Rico,” he said as he stuffed his hands into pockets. “He’s had breakfast, and Rico will be keeping him for the day. So, I’ll do my workout, train, and then, I’ll get caught up on any paperwork I have.”
I nodded once. “Sounds like a plan. Still check in with Anurak throughout the day.”
He nodded. “Always. Is that it?”
I gestured to the door. “You’re dismissed.”
The moment he turned his back on me and reached for the door handle, my eyes locked in on his ass.Christ, it was a perfect ass. Perfectly round and firm. Every bit of Bento was firm. He’d honed his body to perfection. So much so that looking at him was the sweetest form of torture.
When he walked out, shutting my office door behind him with a barely audible click, I grabbed up my whiskey bottle and poured another shot.
It’d been my routine for the past ten fucking years, and it wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon. Either the alcohol or Bento was going to kill me. It was just a race to see which of them won.
I watchedthrough the security monitors on my computer as Bento landed yet another soldier on his ass, easily flipping him over his back like the man weighed nothing. My cock was hardbehind my slacks, but I wouldn’t give in to the temptation of unfastening my slacks and fisting my cock as I watched him.
For ten years, I’d resisted the temptation of jacking off while watching him. Didn’t mean he didn’t star in my fantasies when I got off in bed or in my shower, but I hadnotcrossed the boundary of stroking myself while he was right in front of me. Rico had drilled morals into my skull foryearssince I lacked any of my own, and I wouldn’t break any of his moral codes now.
Besides, if Ieverdecided to get off while Bento was in front of me, it wouldn’t happen while he was on a fucking computer screen. He’d be on his knees, tongue out, waiting for the offering I wanted to give him.
Fuck.
Growling, I locked my computer screen so I couldn’t see him any longer. I needed to get a grip, but that was difficult to do when he’d been wearing me down forten fucking years. There was only so much forced proximity a man like me could endure before he snapped.
And I was so damn close to snapping anddevouringBento Perez.
Growling, I shoved back from my desk and stormed out of my office, heading for Rico’s office to see if there was anything he might need me to do because I needed a fucking distraction.
One that provided me a little bit of distance from my obsession.
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Bento
Idodged the right hook Alfonzo sent my way, then quickly jabbed out twice. He blocked the first hit but left his side open, giving me an opportunity to punch him in the kidneys. He grinned and danced back from me, licking his tongue along the top row of his teeth. “Good hit,” he praised. “I swear you get better at this every time we spar.”
I winked at him. “Or you could just be predictable.”
He snorted. “Predictable, my ass.”
The doors to the training center opened, and I glanced over like I always did to see who was entering. But when I saw it was Niran, immediately, I became distracted. Wearing black slacks and a pristine, black button-down shirt and shiny Oxfords, he was still the finest man I’d ever laid my eyes on. Ten years hadn’t worked in diminishing my crush on him. In fact, I was pretty sure I was in love with him at this point.
In love with a man who wouldneversee me as anything more than his fucking employee. Because there were no rules stating any of us couldn’t date, fuck, or anything of the sort. Rico wasn’t like that. He didn’t care what any of us did together so long as we were still capable of doing our jobs.
Niran just didn’t see me like that, which fucking hurt.
In the midst of my distraction, Alfonzo took his chance. Pain exploded in my nose and through my eyes. Blood immediately sprayed from my nostrils, covering my lips and staining my gray shirt. Growling, I stepped back, reaching up to cover it, wincing as I did so. JesusChrist, I was pretty sure he fucking broke it.
“You’re a dick,” I rasped as I made my way to the edge of the ring.
Alfonzo snorted. “Don’t let distractions get you killed,” he warned me. He jerked his chin in the direction of the locker rooms. “Go get cleaned up. We’ll call this a day.”
I nodded and headed down the metal stairs before making my way to the locker rooms. Niran had already disappeared, probably not even caring that I’d no doubt gotten my nose fucking broken. And it was his fault, really. Who the fuck decided to walk into a training facility looking that fucking good? That was justaskingfor someone like me to get injured, dammit.
