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I shake my head, a laugh bubbling from my lips. “You’re a cocky fuck, you know that?”
He shrugs and inches closer, eating up the remaining empty space between us. “Just sure of my talents.”
I palm the back of his neck and run my fingers over the short hair at his nape. “How about you stop talking about how good you are, get on your knees, and put that smart mouth to much better use.”
His narrowed eyes rake over my face. I sense a moment’s hesitation, and it’s clear he’s not used to being spoken to like this. At this point, I’m not entirely sure how things are going to play out. Maybe he won’t be able to handle me after all. Perhaps that would be for the best, given our complicated history and our newfound professional relationship.
But he sinks to his knees, and every drop of blood in my body, not to mention common sense, heads south.
He unbuckles my belt, and there’s something oddly Pavlovian about the way my already stiff cock jumps at the sound. His fingertips brush my zipper, and I tip my head back and let out a groan that makes King chuckle.
“You’re so impatient for my mouth, baby.”
“Because you’re moving slower than anyone in the history of blowjobs has ever moved,” I snap.
That gets another dark laugh, but to my relief, he finally lowers my zipper, allowing my aching cock some room. But instead of taking pity on me, King mouths me through my boxers, sucking and licking until his saliva is soaking through the fabric.
“Fuck!” I grunt, rocking my hips against him.
He keeps a tight grip on my thighs, preventing me from moving too much, maintaining the control he seems to crave. “You know that sucking cock means you have to actually touch the skin, right?”
He digs his fingertips into my quad muscles. “Such a fucking brat sometimes, Mase.” Before I can reply, he tugs down the waistband of my boxers and runs his warm tongue up the length of my aching shaft. Lord have mercy, it feels like fucking heaven.
I moan, running my fingers over his buzz cut.
When he takes me into his mouth a few seconds later, fireworks explode inside my brain, synapses misfiring left and right as he takes me to the back of his throat. When I’m sure I haven’t passed out and woken up in an alternate reality, I look down at him. The sight unravels me—King Blackthorn on his knees with my cock stuffed in his mouth, making soft humming noises while he sucks me off. I almost blow my load right here and now.
The fact that my secretary is right outside the door, that Elijah could possibly burst in here at any second, makes it hotter. Not that I want either of them to see or hear, but the fact they might adds to the thrill of it all.
When I think it can’t get any hotter or the sound of King greedily sucking on my cock couldn’t get any filthier, he slides afinger into my ass, and I have to shove my fist into my mouth to stop myself from roaring his name.
He works his finger inside me while his tongue flicks over my crown, and the fireworks are back, more colorful and explosive than before. Electric pleasure races through my veins.
“Gonna come.” Shuddering, I empty my release into his willing mouth. He holds my gaze and swallows it all.
My legs are trembling when he slips my dick from between his lips, and I lean back against my desk for support. He wipes his mouth and stands, eyeing the desk behind me with wicked intent in his eyes.
I shake my head. “No. Not on my desk.”
He steps forward, bringing our bodies flush. “Yeah, your desk. Every time you sit there, I want you to remember how well I’m about to fuck you on it.”
Before I know it, I’m telling him there’s condoms and lube in my gym bag and leaning over my own fucking desk for him. He pulls off my jacket and quickly works my pants down. His powerful hand between my shoulder blades keeps me pressed to the wood while he preps me. I groan his name, and he showers me with praise.
He slides inside me, thick and hard, and I have to bite my forearm to stop myself from roaring his name loud enough to be heard all over the building. It shouldn’t feel this good to be used by him. My entire body comes alive, singing with pleasure as he drives into me, whispering filthy promises in my ear. When he gets close to the edge, he wedges his hand between me and the desk and grips my hard length.
“Hard for me again, baby. So eager to come again, my little fuck toy.”
“Please, King.”
“I got you, baby boy.” He jerks my cock and drives into me until we both fall over the edge one after the other, and I am once again covered in my own cum.
I pant, totally boneless and breathless, King still leaning over me, his hot mouth at my ear. “You’re such a good fuck, Mase.”
Reality comes crashing back down. A good fuck—that’s all I ever was to him. All I will ever be. And while that never bothered me with any other guy I’ve been with, it does with him. This isn’t only about sex with us, and it never can be. As fun as it is, and as incredible as he makes me feel, this has to stop. Because I’m already catching feelings for him.
Or maybe I never let them go to begin with.
I nudge him away and stand. “I have a meeting I need to get cleaned up for.”
