Tied Up by the Boss (Office Kink #2)(15)

He turned away. I was sure there was eye rolling going on. “I’m out of ideas on how to help you. To make you understand that it’s not always about you. Tell me what to do to get through that thick skull of yours.”

He stood up from the chair and got in my face. I didn’t flinch. He didn’t scare me. Much. But what I initially thought was anger now felt like something else. He was too close, his breath teasing my skin, his lips inches away. I could smell his heat and musk, and I hungered to breathe it in from the source. One move and I’d be touching him, feeling his tight body under my hands.

“You could tie me up and torture me until I give in.”

My breath caught at his words. I didn’t detect an ounce of sarcasm as I studied his blue eyes, suddenly dark. My cock stirred. Growling, I gripped his throat up near his jaw, forcing his head back slowly. He didn’t fight me. “Don’t tease me, Parker. See that exposed industrial joist? It’s solid. I could string any type of rope through it.”

I felt him swallow, his Adam’s apple bumping my palm. “I’d be too loud,” he said toward the ceiling. “You’d have to gag me.”

The cheek of this lad. He knew exactly what to say to make me even harder. “I’m sure I could find something to put in your mouth.” I slowly released his throat.

And that was it. He moaned and sprung at me, grasping at my face with his trembling hands. I wrapped my arms around him and took his hot mouth. His tongue surged between my lips to find mine, and I met him with unrestrained fervor. Christ, he tasted spectacular.

I got up from the desk as we kissed and gripped his tight, young arse, thrusting it up hard against me. He cried out and ground harder, assaulting my mouth and face with his, clawing his hands through my hair. He was as aroused as me as we thrust against one another. His passion was beguiling.

“I’m gonna come, Morgan.”

Those sweet, urgent words had me quaking.

He tried to move away from me, to stop the pressure, but I reached down and grabbed him through his trousers.

“No,” Parker breathed. “Not yet.”

I squeezed and rubbed my palm against him. “Yes. I want you to come in your trousers, hard and fast. Then for the rest of the day you’ll be reminded of what I did to you, and how I made you scream.”

“Fuck . . . not helping, Morgan!”

“It’s sir. I let you slip once. Not again,” I whispered against his lips.

He moaned as I worked his cock, our mouths colliding as he humped my hand like it was giving him life. His body tightened, and I wrapped a leg around his to steady him.

“I’m coming!” He yelled into my neck, convulsing, his muscles flexing under me.

I continued to massage him as he came down from his climax, our kissing turning languid and soft.

“Sir . . .” He sighed, his fingers playing at my collar.

If seeing Parker in the throes of lust wasn’t bad enough, seeing him spent from an orgasm was dangerous.

“Let me suck your cock,” he said, attempting to sink downward.

I put a hand to his elbow.

“Not now.” I pulled him up. I could cut glass with my dick, but I didn’t want to get carried away. Karla could come back early, or anyone could stop by for some reason or another. Better safe than sorry.

Parker stared at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, and I was sure he was just as blindsided by this turn of events as I was. What the hell just happened?

I didn’t want to dwell on how good he felt in my arms, his breath heavy and hair wild.

I finally moved back, hoping he could stand. For god’s sake, why did it pain me to have to let go?

He leaned against the chair for support.

“Be back at five thirty with something I can restrain you with over my desk from the rafters.”

He blinked and lost his balance, landing firmly on the armrest. “Are you serious?”

“Does this look serious to you?” I reached down and squeezed my hard-on in front of him.

Parker blinked again, eyes wide. “Fuck yes. You sure I can’t?—?”

“Go, we’ll finish this later.”

He licked his lips and got up from the chair, wavering a bit as he headed toward the door. “Nylon okay?” he asked, turning back.

“Cracking,” I replied and grinned.

He returned the smile and exited.

I immediately went around to my chair, undid my belt and trousers, and pumped my cock frantically until I came like a fountain in Hyde Park. I cleaned up with a handkerchief and composed myself.

I took a deep breath and looked up at the metal beams above my desk. No. Don’t look. Just go about your day.

At three, Karla announced that Trent was here to see me. She buzzed him in.

“Yes, Trent?” I sat back, pulsing in my chair.

“I heard about your team meeting this morning for the Axion proposal.”

“What did you hear about it?”

“That Parker didn’t say a word. What did you do to him?”

I chuckled. Now that was a loaded question. “I didn’t do anything except encourage him to listen for a change. Why, who came to you? It wasn’t Parker, was it?” If he did, God help him, there would be no mercy tonight.

Trent shook his head, seeming unsettled by the question. “No, a couple of the team thought it odd is all.”