Just a Bit Dirty (Straight Guys #10)(26)

Ian brushed his lips against Liam’s forehead and met Miles’s gaze over the boy’s head. “Good morning.”

Miles just nodded, his tongue thick and uncomfortable in his mouth. God, what was wrong with him? So he had sucked the guy’s cock. Big deal. Why was he being so ridiculous about it now?

“Morning,” he managed at last, his voice sounding throaty and strange even to his own ears.

Christ, the blue of those eyes didn’t even seem real.

Realizing that they’d been just staring at each other for too long (or was it just him?), Miles dropped his gaze hurriedly. To Ian’s strong, elegant hands. Hands that had been stroking his hair and gripping his throat as Ian’s cock fucked his throat—

His face far too warm and his jeans suddenly far too tight, Miles cleared his throat and said, “You should probably go before you’re late, Mr. Caldwell.” He nearly face-palmed as soon as he said that. Had his brain relocated to his prick?

Ian’s eyebrows flew up. “Mr. Caldwell? I thought we were past that.”

Miles pulled a face, laughing. “Please ignore what I say. Apparently you literally fucked my brains out last night.” He shut his mouth as soon as he said that, but it was too late. The damage was already done.

Ian stared at him.

Then he set Liam down and walked toward where Miles was sitting.

Miles’s heart hammered somewhere in his throat as he looked up at him.

Ian studied him intently.

“Did I?” he murmured, his fingers threading through Miles’s hair.

Miles was very proud of the fact that he managed not to make any embarrassing sound. He’d never thought having his hair touched could feel this good.

“You don’t have to sound so smug about it,” Miles said, unable to stop himself from giving Ian a smile.

Ian didn’t return it. “I still have twenty minutes until I have to leave,” he said, his fingers stroking Miles’s nape.

Miles’s eyes had been slipping shut when he realized what Ian meant. He snapped them open. “You can’t seriously…” He glanced at Liam and glared at Ian. “Seriously? Your son is right there.”

Ian didn’t look fazed. He shrugged carelessly, glancing at his watch. “My son is three, not an infant. He can play on his own for a few minutes, and we’ll be within earshot. Come on.” Taking Miles’s wrist, he pulled him up and out of the room.

Though “pulled” was probably incorrect. There was some pressure on his wrist, but Ian wasn’t pulling him out of the room, per se. Miles was well aware that he could free himself any moment—if he wanted.

If he wanted.

His stomach squirming, Miles glanced back at Liam for the last time. The boy was already engrossed with his toy train as Miles followed his father to the adjoined bathroom, his heart pounding.

“You’re making me feel like a terrible nanny,” Miles said as Ian closed the bathroom door. “More terrible than I already thought I was.”

His gaze cool, Ian unhooked his belt and started working on his fly.

Miles’s mouth filled with saliva. God, why was this so hot? Watching a handsome, arrogant man in an expensive suit unzip his fly shouldn’t be so bloody hot.

“I’ll be the judge of it,” Ian said. “Aren’t I the one who pays your salary?”

A laugh bubbled in Miles’s chest. “You pay me for being your son’s nanny, not for sucking your cock!”

Ian raised his eyebrows, his lips twitching. “I sure hope not. A prostitute would be significantly cheaper. Get on your knees.”

Miles tried to glare at him, but it probably wasn’t very convincing considering the fact that his knees had already given out and his hand was already stroking Ian’s cock to full hardness. It took just a few strokes this time before Ian was completely hard in his hand.

Miles stared at the proud erection jutting out of Ian’s fly—Ian was still fully clothed but for his undone fly—and licked his lips.

Fuck, he wanted to suck it.

“This is so wrong,” he still tried. “Liam is just a wall away. This is weird, Ian.”

“Don’t be a prude,” Ian said, taking Miles’s face and nudging his cock against his mouth. “He can’t see us.” He glanced at his watch, “Seventeen minutes now.”

Miles glared at him but took his cock into his mouth. He couldn’t deny that there was something arousing about sucking Ian’s cock in broad daylight. There was plenty of staff around at this hour. Someone was supposed to arrive with Liam’s breakfast soon. They could come across him sucking his boss’s cock any moment now.

The thought made him moan around the length in his mouth. The hard floor was hell on his knees, but the pain just added to the sensation, making everything sharper and more intimate. When Ian finally grabbed his hair and started fucking his mouth with short, fast strokes, Miles felt the now familiar thrill shoot through his body. He liked this. Fuck, he loved this so much. He loved giving up all control to Ian and feel Ian take pleasure in him.

By the time he felt Ian’s come hit the back of his throat, his jaw was aching, his throat was sore, and his head kind of hurt from hair-pulling, but he could barely think from arousal.

“Thirteen minutes,” Ian said, checking his watch. “Good boy.”