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He was here, in my office, wearing my clothes. There was no way people didn’t know who he was to me. I might have chosen my favorite sweater, one I wore often in the colder weather. I wanted everyone to know he was mine.

“Are you sure we can do this here?” he asked, but it was clear from the breathy tone of his voice that stopping would be exceedingly difficult for him. He’d do it if I asked him to, though. I knew that much. He was so eager to please, so willing to obey. So keen on being good that he’d do anything I asked of him.

“What are they going to do?” I said, smiling against his mouth as I kissed him. “Fire me?”

Troye didn’t have a response to that. He didn’t have a response to anything except for me, sliding down to my knees and reaching for the fly of his pants. He just stared down at me, eyes wide like saucers, lips parted on a gasp of surprise.

“Remember, sweetheart,” I said as I shoved his shirt up out of the way and undid his pants. “You have to be quiet. Can you do that for me?”

I hoped he couldn’t. I hoped everyone heard us and knew what we were doing. Feral didn’t begin to describe the need that clawed at my chest whenever he was near.

“Yes, Daddy.”

CHAPTER 19

TROYE

The head office of Gemstone Games was never a place I’d connected with any sort of sexual fantasy before. Until now, my erotic daydreams were mostly of normal places. Dimly-lit bars and bathroom stalls of questionable cleanliness. You know, the kind of places romances were written about.

But now Matthew’s office was going to live in my head forever as the number one backdrop in my spank bank. It was painfully generic, but somehow that suited him. Something opulent and overdone would’ve shocked me. But Gemstone was streamlined. No wasted space. No over-the-top decor meant to prove only that they had the money to afford such ridiculous extravagances.

I hoped for the sake of Matthew’s knees they’d sprung for a thicker, more comfortable carpet because he was definitely on his knees for me, sliding my pants—his pants—down my body. Instead of wearing day-old underwear, I’d gone without, which had its perks. Matthew leaned in, his gaze hungry and wild. His parted lips skimmed down the side of my cock as it impatiently bobbed in his face like a dowsing rod.

A moan slipped free, and Matthew flicked his gaze up to mine. “Remember, sweetheart. You have to be quiet.”

Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded and brought a hand to my mouth, should I need it. I barely had time to register that Matthew called me a good boy before his mouth was on my cock, hot and wet and so fucking good, so fucking perfect that I almost lost it right there.

Holding back had never been one of my strengths. Not in any endeavor. When I wanted to do something, I did it. When I wanted to start streaming, I began with marathon length streams. Even with few viewers at first, I wasn’t deterred. When I was on that plane and I wanted to go home, I flung myself into Matthew’s lap with little thought to the reality of things or the consequences, which wasn’t unusual for me.

But now I had to hold back. I had to bite back every whimper and whine that wanted to squeeze its way out of me. And Matthew didn’t exactly go easy on me. My pants were down around my ankles, exposing me completely to him and his wandering hands. He took me in his mouth and slowly, painfully fucking slowly, took me down to the base of my cock.

I thought I was going to die for how exquisite the pleasure was. My body was a series of tingles. Something not quite earthly anymore as though Matthew had changed me with his touch. And then his hands slid up the backs of my thighs to my ass, and he pulled me closer, taking me deeper even though I didn’t think it was possible.

If death had taken me then, it would have been a wonderful way to go. The moment was perfect, like every moment with Matthew, as I was quickly discovering. His mouth was a fucking marvel. His tongue danced over my cock like he was mapping the route of the thick veins that ran down the underside of my dick. When he sucked me deeper, it was with this perfect pressure. Not too intense, not like he was actually trying to suck my soul out of my cock, but like he wanted me to hand it over willingly.

In a word, I was unraveling. I put my fist in my mouth and bit my knuckles, desperate to stop the swell of sounds that wanted to tumble out of me. My hips started to move of their own accord, fucking Matthew’s face.

Eventually noises made their way past my defenses. A whimper when he took me especially deep. A whine when he pulled back. A gasp when he released my cock completely and flicked the end with his tongue. And I only got louder and louder, despite the teeth marks in my knuckles and the tightness in my throat as I tried to prevent air and sound and life from escaping me.

Matthew looked up at me and his features softened. Stupidly, my eyes welled with tears.

“Oh, darling. Did you need some help being quiet? I know it’s hard. Especially because Daddy loves the sounds you make.”

There was no way I could trust myself to speak. If I opened my mouth and willingly let sound out, it would all be over. The entire office would hear me, and though that was hot in theory, unless Matthew had a secret passage or could teleport me out of here without having to face anyone, it was the last thing I wanted.

Matthew stood and though I was a bit shorter than him, it felt like he was towering over me now. All tall and strong and capable. All mine.

“You’re doing so good for Daddy,” he told me, taking my cock in hand. And before a sound could escape, his mouth was there. Solid and real. Capable of stealing my breath and swallowing every sound that tried to escape.

He used his saliva as lube to smooth the way for his hand. It wasn’t optimal, but it worked. Just rough enough to prove to my brain that this was real and not some sort of elaborate simulation. His grip was just tight enough that it felt like his hand was meant to be there. I could believe no other hand in the history of humanity was meant to touch me. Not even my own. He stroked me like he owned me, and he kissed me so deep that I had no thoughts left. No breath, no sound, nothing but a frantic heartbeat and a tightly coiled need, ready to explode.

I clung to him, my hands digging into his biceps. My legs wobbled and that only made him jerk me faster with a renewed determination to ruin me. I couldn’t breathe, or move, or think. I was nothing but an empty chamber, getting smaller and smaller until everything inside of me exploded outward.

My legs shook as I came, half-moaning, half-sobbing into his mouth as my cock jerked and my body twitched, fucking Matthew’s fist like a relentlessly needy slut. Already coming, already needing the next orgasm. The next release. The next kiss.

I’d never get enough of him. It wasn’t possible.

Matthew kissed me until I couldn’t kiss back any longer, until I could barely hold myself up, and only then did he stop and pull his cum-sticky fingers away from my body. My cock sagged in relief, though it was already trying to rally for a second round.