Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Ben struggled to his feet, and that was when I saw the damp stain on the front of his pants. “Did you come just from sucking me off?”
His cheeks turned even more red than they already were from the heat of his exertions.
“I…um…yeah.”
“That is so fucking hot.”
“It is?” His pupils were still blown, and he looked dazed. Sucking my dick had done that to him. I couldn’t remember ever being with anyone who made me feel like this. The intensity of it scared me when very little did, but there was no way I could stop myself from going down this path.
I tucked myself back into my slacks. He done such a good job of swallowing my load that I wouldn’t even need to change. When I stood, I scooped him up into my arms.
He sucked in his breath. “What are you doing?”
“You’re not ready for a meeting.”
“I can be. I promise. I—”
“It’s my fault you’re not ready, not that I would change it for anything.”
“But you need me there.”
“I can manage this time. I needed you here more.”
“I don’t know if…if I can….”
I put a finger over his lips. “Now isn’t the time to talk about what’s happening between us.” It wasn’t the time for me to think about it either. Never sounded like a great time for me to face the implications.
I laid him down on my couch. “Rest. When you feel up to it, change clothes and head home.”
“I don’t need to go home. I’ll be fine in a few minutes.”
He would be. I knew that, but he deserved some rest. “You haven’t had any time off, and your boss is kind of an asshole. He expects long hours. Go home. Take the afternoon. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Are you sure? I could at least work from home. I didn’t mean to….” He glanced down at his damp crotch.
“That’s absolutely the best thing you could’ve done, better than taking notes in a meeting. I’ll have Diane record it, and you can transcribe the important parts later.”
“Thank you,” he said, his voice so soft I could barely hear him.
“Don’t answer the door if anyone knocks and lock it when you leave. The space is all yours. If anybody sees you leaving and asks, I’ll tell them you’re not feeling well.”
“How often do you let sick employees rest on your couch?”
I smiled at him. “Never.”
16
BEN
I’d slipped out of Miles’s office about half an hour after he left for the meeting. I hurried out of the building, hoping I wouldn’t run into anyone who wanted to talk. Luck was with me, and a few moments later I was on the train—much less crowded than usual—headed home. I couldn’t believe what I’d done. I’d sucked off my boss in his office. I was a fucking cliché, and tonight I had to face Mrs. Weeks knowing what I was up to with a man she treated like a son.
I’d taken the liberty of showering in Miles’s executive washroom, and I’d had to borrow a pair of his pants. From now on, I was going to have to keep an extra suit at work.
I changed again as soon as I got to my apartment. I was terrified of spilling something on Miles’s pants, having Felix snag them, or ruining them in some other way. At least I could take them back to work and send them out with his regular dry cleaning. I wasn’t going to risk them with the normal-people dry cleaner I used.
Or the one I used to use to before Miles insisted I send my things out with the other executives’ clothes. At least I wasn’t the only one given that privilege.
Diane was still commenting on how amazing it was that he’d had suits made for me. Most of the others who worked in the C-suite were speculating about the nature of our relationship. For all I knew, rumors about us were flying throughout the headquarters building. I could only imagine how much everyone must love gossiping about Miles.
I put on running shorts and a T-shirt. The window unit in my studio couldn’t keep up with the heat, and I had no intention of getting dressed for tonight until I had to. I flopped down on the couch and Felix jumped up beside me, demanding to be petted.
What exactly did a person wear to an elderly society woman’s knitting circle?
My first instinct was to text Miles. Why I thought he would even know the answer I wasn’t sure, but I was certain he would. Would he be annoyed to be interrupted in a meeting by a text like that? I sent the text off before I could second-guess myself. If he was going to pull me into his office and render me incapable of working for the rest of the day, he could answer a simple question for me.