Tied Up by the Boss (Office Kink #2)(16)

I shrugged. “He’s not particularly happy about having to keep his mouth shut when he wants to control the conversation, but he’ll learn that others deserve a chance to speak up.”

Trent raised his brow. “As long as you’re sure. I don’t want HR breathing down my neck.”

“It’s fine. Parker seems to be coming round.” Pun intended.

He eyed me, almost suspiciously, then turned. “Good to know. I’m glad this may end up working out for the both of you.”

I shrugged. If he only knew. I hoped my expression wouldn’t give anything away.

“Have a nice evening,” he said as he left.

For once, it just may be.





Chapter Ten





Parker





Friday night meant the building was almost deserted when the clock struck five. Everyone was eager to get their weekend plans started, whether it be hitting the clubs, bar crawls, or hot dinner dates. Normally, I’d be right there with them, running out the door to catch the streetcar. Not tonight.

My nerves were on edge as I knocked on Morgan’s door. The lights were dim out in the lobby, and briefly I wondered if Charlie and Trent were down the hall or if they continued their rendezvous elsewhere. Not that I was judging, considering the reasons I was standing here in the first place.

The come in my pants hadn’t let me forget what Morgan and I’d done earlier. My groin was still sticky. I didn’t know what came over me to say those things about being tied up. And Morgan’s response . . . I could never have known he was this kind of kinky. They do say it’s always the ones you’d never suspect.

As much as I wanted to defy and provoke him when it came to our business relationship, the more I longed to submit to his base, carnal desires. And that made me nervous. I’d never felt this way before. How could I crave pleasing him sexually, lusting after his hands, his mouth, and his cock, and then argue over how I conduct myself in pitch proposals? It didn’t make sense.

And yet, I wanted to give in to his brand of torture. Giving him complete control. I’d never been into that, but shit, maybe I’d enjoy it. Everything I thought I’d known about myself had gone out the door with one searing look from Morgan’s hazel eyes.

“Parker?” he questioned from inside, startling me out of my thoughts.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered loudly, in case someone might still be up here.

“Come in.”

I let myself in and noticed the reds and oranges outside the window much lower than usual. Night was falling fast, and he had dimmed the lighting, the shadows alluring and sexy.

“What’s in the bag?” he asked, looking delicious with sleeves rolled up, tie loose, and a subtle smile on his lips. I had almost forgotten about the paper sack in my hands.

I walked closer and held it out. “The item you requested and some other things we might need.”

He took it from me and set it down. His eyes locked on mine for what seemed like forever. Finally, he pulled out the two rolls of nylon rope. He rubbed over the material with his thumb, then tossed it onto his desk. “Nice. You didn’t skimp. I’m impressed.”

Why did I love hearing those words from him so much? “The clerk at the shop down the street was a big help. Almost too much help.”

Morgan smirked. “I bet he thought it was his lucky day?—a hot young lad asking after bondage rope.”

Hot young lad. “Look at the rest,” I said, suddenly blushing.

He pulled out the bottle of lube, the towel, and condoms, in both large and regular. I didn’t want to assume.

“No feather duster or cat-o’-nine-tails?” His face was serious for a moment, then he cracked a smile.

“Next time?”

He chuckled and moved closer to me. “Tell me why you’re all of a sudden willing to obey me?”

I was about to answer when he slid his palm over my face. The gentleness took me by surprise as his thumb ran over my lips. I sighed, and his hand threaded into my hair and unexpectedly gripped it tight, pulling my head back. “I asked you a question.”

The dull pain and his guttural voice excited me.

“I can’t explain it. It just feels right.”

“Curious,” he said, releasing my hair. He started to undo my tie, his fingers unraveling the knot. When the loop was large enough, he pulled it over my head and tossed it onto his desk. Then he pushed off my suit jacket, sending it flying into the guest chair. The buttons on my shirt were next, then my undershirt.

When his hands touched my bare skin, I groaned, fighting to stay upright. I wanted to melt into the floor. He explored my neck, shoulders, and chest, as if he was memorizing my muscles and curves, brushing the backs of his knuckles over my nipples until they peaked, and my breathing went ragged. He trailed his fingers down my abs to the waistband of my pants, and I gasped.

His gaze held mine, and I saw things there that only made me harder, straining the fly of my slacks. He made quick work of the button and fly, then shoved my slacks and boxer briefs down with a harsh thrust.

His gaze dropped to my cock, and I felt truly exposed.

He set my hard length in his scorching hot palm, and I hissed with the pleasure of it.

“You left your come as I instructed.” His eyes flicked up to meet mine. “I’m pleased.” He moved away for a moment, leaving me standing there naked with my pants around my ankles. My heart was beating like crazy, and Morgan’s praise made me blush.