Tempting Him by Isabel Lucero
30
“Happy to see me, boss?”he asks when he enters my office at the end of the day.
“I’d be happier if this wasn’t the first time I had you alone.”
His perfect teeth sink into his bottom lip as he grins at me. “I can’t slack off. I hear the boss is a huge dick.”
I approach him, walking him backwards until his back hits the door he just closed. I grab his hand and put it on my crotch. “Huge dick sounds about right.”
“Don’t tease me,” he moans, squeezing me in his hand.
“I’d apologize, but…”
“You’re not sorry. I know,” he says, quickly undoing my button and zipper, slipping his hand into my boxer-briefs.
He strokes my cock, and I’m instantly as hard as a rock. “You know how much I love this dick.”
“Do I?” I ask, my voice airy.
“Wasn’t a question. You should know by now.”
“Mm.”
“I want you to fuck my mouth,” he says huskily.
“We shouldn’t. Not here.”
“You started this, Mr. Drakos. And you weren’t sorry.”
He drops to his knees, and seeing him down there as he licks his lips, eyes full of sexual longing, I want nothing more than to give him what he wants.
I step forward, pulling my cock out and guiding it to his lips. “Your wish is my command.”
His eyebrow arches and his lips begin to form a smile before I push my crown between them. He holds onto my thighs while my hips piston back and forth.
“Oh fuck,” I grunt, trying to keep my voice low.
The murmured voices of people walking through the hallway can be heard through the door, and Linda’s voice trickles in as she talks on the phone.
“Your mouth is fucking magical,” I whisper, holding myself up with a hand against the door. “So good.”
He moans around me, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks, using his tongue to swirl around my shaft, and using his hand to stroke while he teases my crown. He does everything he knows I love, and then pulls off my cock to let his tongue dance over my balls.
“Fuck, baby,” I murmur, not even planning on using the word. It just slipped.
His eyes snap up and meet mine as he moans, then he takes me in both hands, stroking me hard and fast while holding my crown on the flat of his tongue, waiting for my load.
I squeeze my eyes closed, my muscles flexing. I’m thrown into paradise, surrounded by bliss and infused with passion as I come, gasping and cursing as quietly as I can.
He groans as he tastes me, like he loves the flavor.
Barely easing away, I grab a hold of my shaft, squeezing the tip as a few more drops of cum drip out and land on his lip.
When I step back, he stands up, moving to wipe his mouth with his hand, but I stop him. My cum glistens, capturing my attention, and after I meet his dark gaze for a few seconds, I lean forward slowly and lick the remnants from his lip.
It’s the first time my tongue has touched any part of his mouth, and a shiver runs up my spine as a thrill of excitement shoots through my veins. Warmth swirls in my stomach, and he gasps lightly, watching me with wide, curious eyes.
“Just cleaning up my mess,” I whisper.
He licks his lips, and is about to say something when Linda’s voice blares over the intercom on my desk.
“Mr. Drakos, Mrs. Nelson wants to know if you’re available to meet tomorrow at five. I don’t have anything on your calendar.”
“Shit.” I shove my cock back into my pants, fastening them up as I walk to the desk. “Yes, that’s fine. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sir. I’m about to leave soon. Do you need anything?”
“No. Thank you, Linda. See you tomorrow.”
“Oh, sir. I’m sorry. Mr. Pemberton is here now. Can I send him in?”
Jay quickly adjusts himself in his pants and does another swipe of his mouth with his hand. “I can leave,” he whispers.
I nod. “Okay, give me a minute.”
After rounding the desk, I make my way back over to the door where Jay lingers. “Talk to you later?”
“Yeah. I’ll text you.”
“Okay.”
I pull open the door and let him out so I can let Luther in. The two of them nod and smile at each other, saying goodbye, and then I’m enclosed in the office with Luther—the only person who knows almost everything about me.
Maybe it’s time to open up to him about my current situation.
“That’s a good kid there. Hard worker. Likeable. I think he’ll have a good career here.”
I sit down at my desk. “Hm. Oh, Ja—Mr. Brooks? Yes, I agree.” Luther eyes me carefully, but I ignore him. “So, what can I help you with?”
“You’re leaving soon, so I’m wondering if you have plans on who will be taking your spot here.”
I smirk at him. “Luther, I think you know you’re gonna be the boss when I leave.”
“Because I’m the oldest?”
“The most experienced. Why do you think I brought you out here?”
“Because I’m the only one who didn’t have a family to uproot?” He grins.
“No. You know what to do and you’ll do a good job. The branch is doing well, and we’ll keep growing. The interns who get chosen will fill this place up, and from what I can see, we’d be good to get any of them.”
“There’s a young lady—Patricia Patterson. She’s actually wanting to move to Chicago when she’s done with college. Think there’s space for her up there? Or would you rather someone else take that spot?”
He tacks the last part on there several seconds later, and when I look up at him, he’s watching me again with scrutiny.
“What are you talking about?”
He shrugs. “Nothing.”
I sigh, rubbing my fingers at my temple. “Luther, what do you have to say? I can nearly see the words trying to crawl out of your throat.”
He chuckles. “I know you better than most, and I think you’d agree to that. I knew your parents, and your dad didn’t mince words, so I’m aware of a lot more than you may think.”
“So you know he was an asshole. Most people did.”
“Alek,” he says, dropping formalities. “Do you like Mr. Brooks?”
My brows furrow, instantly and easily choosing annoyed confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I know you’re gay, and I’m probably the only one here who does. I also know Mr. Brooks is bi, and considering I’ve been working with him fairly closely these past several weeks, I’d like to say I know him pretty well. I see things. Notice things. He talks about you in a way that’s not unprofessional, but it’s clear he has a crush at minimum.”
My heart flutters in my chest. “Okay, and?”
“And you like him. He’s in here quite a bit. Definitely more than the other interns. I’ve seen you two when you’ve thought nobody is around. You’ve never done anything blatantly obvious, but sometimes all it takes is a look and a smile. There’s something there. Your eyes always find each other when you’re in the same room, while everyone else seems to avoid your gaze.”
I sigh. “Luther.”
He holds up his hand. “I know it’s not my business and I know you’re my boss, but I’m old, Alek. I’ve been around the block and back. You confided in me way back when, and I know the things your dad had to say about you. I can only imagine he was worse when actually speaking to you, but I want you to know that he was wrong. Everything he said was wrong. His entire thought process was wrong.”
“I don’t know why you’re telling me this.”
“Because I want you to have someone in your life tell you that it’s okay to be who you are. There’s nothing wrong with you.” He stands up and knocks on the desk. “You’re a good man, Alek. You’re a thousand times better than your father. If there’s something brewing with you and Mr. Brooks, then go with it. He’s an adult and you run this company. Nobody’s getting in trouble.”
“I’m leaving, Luther. I don’t live here.” It’s as close as I get to an admission to something happening between us.
He shrugs. “You could, or he could move there. That’s his hometown.”
He walks out before I can wrap my head around everything he just dropped on me.
