“Not sure I like the sound of that.” He eyed me with suspicion.
I snorted. “Doesn’t matter whether you like it or not, does it?” I had plans for that mouth. Not to mention that arse.
Chandler got to his feet. “Are we done?”
“For now.” Then I reconsidered. “You’re good at sucking dick.” Praise where praise was due, after all.
He stilled. “I did a good job?”
Better than good, I thought, but I wasn’t about to let him get a swollen head. “Let’s say, you’ve set the bar high. Now you have to maintain your standards.” I zipped up my fly and fastened my belt, my shirt back in place. Then I glanced at my watch. “Time you were out of here.”
Chandler nodded. He picked up his bag and jacket, and headed for the door.
On impulse, I called out to him. “See you in the morning.” I smiled.
I’d obviously done the right thing. He returned my smile. “See you then.”
When I was sure he’d left the building, I sank into my chair. He’d derailed me with the whole ‘accidentally’ line, but it was still win-win as far as I was concerned. I now had a whole series of office encounters to look forward to. And who said it had to stay in the office?
What came to mind was Chandler’s question. ‘I get to fuck you too, right?’
It had been a long time since I’d bottomed. And I hadn’t lied. It would take someone exceptional to get me to take their dick. Except that after that stellar blow job, Chandler was showing signs of being more exceptional than I’d given him credit for.
The future was looking very promising indeed.
“Goodnight, Mr. Ganford,” Fiona said, poking her head around my door. “Have a good evening.”
“You too.” I peered at my watch. “Has everyone left?” It was past five-thirty, and generally staff didn’t hang around long.
“Dean’s just gone, and Chandler’s still at his desk.”
“Is he?” I asked innocently. Like I hadn’t asked him to stay behind again. Two days since our first meeting, and I wanted more. Only this time, I was going to make things interesting. “Don’t worry about Chandler,” I said with a wave of my hand. “I’ll be going soon myself.”
“Okay then.” One last cheerful smile, and she was gone, closing the door behind her. I got up and stood by the window, staring down into the street below. There she goes, off to catch her bus. I walked to my door, opened it and called out, “In here, Chandler.” Then I retook my seat at my desk.
Moments later, he appeared, looking smart in a dark blue waistcoat and pants. He shut the door. “So what’s it going to be tonight? Because I’m guessing you asked me to stay late for one reason only.”
“You’re going to fulfil a little fantasy for me.” I grinned, before stroking my wide, tidy desk. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
He sighed. “Aha. So it’s fuck me on the desk time, is it?”
“Not exactly.” I beckoned with my finger, and he walked slowly around to where I was sitting, a faint frown creasing his brow. As he got closer, my nostrils caught a warm, earthy scent. “Are you wearing cologne?” It was perfect for him. It was also stirring my senses.
“Yeah. Is that okay, or is there a rule about not wearing cologne that I wasn’t aware of?”
“It’s fine.” I cocked my head to one side. “You don’t usually wear it, that’s all.”
I couldn’t miss the flush that crept up his neck. “Well, today I did.”
The thought wouldn’t go away. Did he wear it for me? Interesting.
Chandler coughed. “Now, about this fantasy of yours…. What did you have in mind?”
I pushed back my chair and pointed to the gap beneath my desk. “I want you to get under there.”
He blinked. “Why?”
“Because one of these days, I want you under my desk, sucking my cock, while Fiona comes and goes. I want to know if you’re up to the challenge.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You want me… to suck you off… while someone else is in the room?”
I chuckled. “If you don’t think you’re up to it… I mean, it would require real skill. Because one sound from you, and the cat would be out of the bag.”
Chandler snickered. “And who says you can keep a straight face while I blow you?”
I huffed. “I think you’re overestimating your skills.”
He shook his head slowly. “Not gonna happen. And do you know why? Because if either of us gave the game away, you’d come off worse. A boss, letting his employee blow him during office hours?”
I sighed. He was right, of course. “Okay. So I wouldn’t do it. It was just something I saw in a film once. I thought it would be fun to suggest it, and watch your face.”
To my surprise, Chandler wasn’t laughing. Instead, he climbed under my desk and gazed at me expectantly. “Well, why don’t we give it a try? You can pretend Fiona is right outside that door. We both have to be quiet as mice.” He gave me a cheeky grin. “Nothing wrong with a little fantasizing.”
Chandler was turning out to be more surprising by the minute.
He cleared his throat. “For this to work, you have to be within blowing distance.”
I chuckled, and shuffled my chair forward. “This feels weird.”
It was also turning me on.
I peered down. “You got enough space down there?”
He laughed, the sound echoing a little. Warm hands caressed my thighs, moving higher, until his fingers were on my belt. “As long as I don’t get too enthusiastic, we’re good.” He lowered my zipper, tantalizingly slowly, and suddenly he was tugging at my pants, pulling them down. Chandler chuckled. “Oh. You really like this idea, don’t you?”
I was hard as a rock.
Warm fingers curled around my dick, and I could feel his breath on the head. Fuck, that felt—
The door opened, and I froze.
Who the hell is that?
Chapter 3
Stu
“Mr. Ganford?” Dean popped his head around the door. “Sorry to disturb you when you’re obviously still working.”
“Mr. Porter. I thought you’d gone home.” My heart was pounding. Beneath the desk, Chandler seemed to have frozen, thank God. “And yes, I’m still working.” So go away. Now.
To my horror, Dean came into the office. “Actually, I’m glad of the opportunity to get you alone.” He closed the door behind him, before approaching my desk.
The urge to scream fuck off was tremendous.
“Can’t this wait until tomorrow?” Chandler’s breath wafted over the head of my dick, and for one awful moment, I thought he was going to carry out his—my—fantasy. When nothing else happened, I breathed more easily.
“Getting in to see you these days is almost impossible.” Dean grinned. “Fiona can be a pit bull when it comes to you.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You’d better not let her hear that description. You might find yourself on the receiving end of a complaint. And for your information, getting in to see me is as simple as sending an email. Fiona simply separates the wheat from the chaff. If she thinks someone else can solve an issue, then they get to deal with it, not me.”