Page 50 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
That didn’t surprise me one bit. None of us were really the kiss-and-tell kind.
“Did you spend the night?” Mr. Parker asked.
Langston frowned. “What’d you think we were gonna do? Fuck her and run?”
“It’s happened before,” Mr. Parker noted, his tone flat.
“We spent the night,” Landon confirmed, obviously wanting to keep the two of them from going at it.
Mr. Parker and Langston tended to knock heads from time to time. I figured it had a lot to do with the fact that they were both the alpha, both needing to be in control of every aspect of their lives. When you put two of those personalities together, it was inevitable that one or the other was going to try to come out on top.
“Any other plans before next week?” Mr. Parker asked Landon directly.
“No,” Landon stated firmly. “But in the event that changes, we’ll be sure to let you know.”
“Fine. That’s all I’ve got,” Mr. Parker stated firmly.
Obviously, Landon and Langston didn’t have to be told twice, because they both got up and left the room immediately.
“Come here, pup,” Mr. Parker ordered when we were alone.
I got up from my desk chair and moved around to stand in front of him. He remained sitting as his fingers hooked into the waistband of my slacks.
Those mesmerizing blue eyes peered up at me and I couldn’t look away.
“I missed you this week,” he said softly.
I didn’t respond because I knew it wasn’t necessary. He already knew that I missed him, and Mr. Parker wasn’t the type to need to hear the words. That didn’t mean I didn’t tell him often, but I tended to do that when I wasn’t prompted, so he knew that I meant it.
Mr. Parker’s hands dropped to his lap and he regarded me inquisitively. “Take your cock out. I want to admire it for a minute.”
Without hesitation, I freed my cock from my slacks, fisting the base. The man made me hard with little more than a look, and I’d been anticipating his return from his trip for this very reason. Well, not necessarily because I wanted him to admire my cock, although I did enjoy that immensely. The man made sure to show me just how hot I made him.
“Who does that monster cock belong to?” he asked, peering up at my face.
“You, Master. It belongs to you.”
“Did you jack off while I was away?”
I shook my head. “No, Master.” I knew better than that.
Mr. Parker leaned forward. “Feed me your cock, pup.”
The damn thing throbbed from his words alone and I did as instructed, brushing the thick, swollen head over his lips. I loved watching Mr. Parker tease me. I’d loved it from the day we met all those years ago. Back when neither of us really knew what we wanted, but we were both willing to experiment.
Mr. Parker’s wicked tongue laved my shaft before he took as much as he could in his mouth. I knew better than to force my cock to go deeper. This man controlled both our pleasure and that was something I needed. Although we were equals here in the office, at least as far as everyone else was concerned, this man owned me. Heart, body, and soul.
When he pulled back, I was breathing hard, gripping the edge of the desk.
“Did you wear your plug while I was away?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Did it make you think of me? Of the way I enjoy burying my dick in that tight hole?”
Heat slammed through me at his words. “Yes, Master.”
“Did you think about Luci? About what you wanted from her?”
“I did.” I’d thought about her endlessly since the first day I met her.
“Tell me while I suck your cock.” Mr. Parker practically growled the words.
When he wrapped his lips around my dick, I jerked, the pleasure overwhelming me.
Although my words were raspy and interspersed with moans, I proceeded to tell him. “I fantasized about you fucking her. Fuck, that feels good. I thought about you fucking her. On your desk.” I hissed when he sucked me harder, deeper. “While I watch. I want to see you fuck her pussy, to make her come on your cock while I watch. Fuck…”
I white-knuckled the edge of the desk, trying to hold on as my cock tunneled in and out of Mr. Parker’s mouth. The man was always content to take his pleasure from me, but he never failed to give in return. And give he did.
I was on the verge of coming down his throat when he pulled back and got to his feet.
“Strip and move over to the couch.”
Primed and eager, I maintained as much of my sanity as I could while I removed my clothes, tossing them over the arm of the sofa.
“On your knees,” he commanded. “With your chest against the back cushions.”
I got into position while Mr. Parker lubed his cock, then placed one knee on the sofa between my calves. He put his other foot flat, which meant he fully intended to fuck me hard.
