Page 53 of A Mistake of Worth
And every time he caught Michael watching him, just watching, heat and admiration in his gaze—something unknotted inside him.
Henri’s laptop chimed with a meeting request. His finger moved to decline, but at that exact moment, Michael increased the vibrations, making him jerk and accidentally accept Patricia’s call—thankfully, audio only.
“Henri, good morning! I need to discuss EcoSphere’s platform sync issues.”
“Perhaps Gabriel would be better—” Henri started.
“No, no. Gabriel named you the acquisition lead. Didn’t you read his email?”
Michael snorted from the couch. Henri shot him a glare, but Michael just stared pointedly at his laptop, tapping the keys. The toy inside Henri suddenly expanded, making him bite back a gasp.
“Right,” Patricia said. “So, about EcoSphere’s legacy platform. Their HR systems are running version 2.1, while we’ve already upgraded to 3.0...”
Henri gripped the edge of his desk as Michael cycled through different vibration patterns. “And this... affects the integration how?”
“Well, that’s what I wanted to discuss. We have three potential paths forward—”
Another surge of sensation made Henri’s voice crack. “Could you... Send those in an email?”
Michael increased the intensity again. Henri’s knuckles went white.
“Are you alright?” Patricia asked. “You sound strained.”
“Fine,” Henri gasped. “Just fighting a migraine.”
Patricia’s voice filled with concern. “Oh no, should we reschedule? I know how debilitating those can be—”
“No!” Henri cut her off as Michael lowered the intensity to a teasing hum. “I mean, let’s... handle this now. The three options?”
“Well, first we could force an upgrade on their side, but that risks data corruption—”
The toy suddenly pulsed in a new rhythm that made Henri’s toes curl. He bit his lip hard as the toy vibrated mercilessly against his prostate. He grabbed his cock and began to stroke furiously when he was hit on the shoulder with a pillow. He glanced over to Michael, who was wagging his finger. He mimicked Henri removing his hand from his cock.
Henri glared at him but removed his hand from his cock, fisting them on the desk top.
Michael mouthed:Good boy.
“Henri?” Patricia prompted.
“Sorry, missed that.” He shot Michael a desperate look. Michael just grinned, shaking his head as he tapped his phone again.
“As I was saying,” Patricia continued, “forcing an upgrade risks data corruption. The second option is to downgrade our systems temporarily during the transition—”
Henri tried to focus on her words, but Michael had found a pattern that made thinking nearly impossible. He pressed his forehead against the cool desk surface, his cock throbbing, precum steadily leaking down his shaft.
“Henri? Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yes,” he managed. “Just... trying to block the light.”
“I really think we should reschedule. You sound terrible.”
Michael mercifully reduced the vibrations, but the toy was still gently pulsing, making it hard to string words together. “Maybe... you’re right. Could you please send the options via email? I’ll review them when—” The intensity suddenly spiked again, and Henri’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. “When I’m feeling better.”
“Of course!” Patricia said. “Feel better, Henri. I’ll forward the documentation, and we can reconnect tomorrow.”
Henri barely managed a strangled “Thanks” before disconnecting the call. He turned to glare at Michael, who was openly laughing now.
“You...” Henri started, but his accusation dissolved into a moan as Michael cranked up the vibrations again.
