Tied Up by the Boss (Office Kink #2)(6)

My last relationship ended shortly after my mother came to live with us. And I knew she felt bad about that. My ex couldn’t handle having someone else share my attention, and he left in a rather anticlimactic way?—slipping away into the night, leaving a note on the dresser. I saw it coming. We grew more and more distant with every argument. I didn’t have the energy to take care of my mother and him. I needed someone who could take care of himself. I was sure I didn’t do anything to convince him to stay. I just wasn’t interested in saving a relationship with someone who couldn’t get on with my own mum. So I didn’t. And he left.

Relationships felt like too much work anyway. I missed the sex though. Bloody hell, did I ever. But I didn’t do hook-ups. That had never been me.

After I finished my dinner, my mum and I watched NCIS. Mum liked Mark Harmon while I preferred Michael Weatherly. Then I helped her to bed and poured a glass of wine for myself, retreating to my bedroom.

Before I’d left the office, I told Trent about my conversation with Parker. He seemed pleased, but I could tell he was concerned. He knew how unpredictable Parker and I could be together. What the hell did Trent expect? I managed to ease his mind with a declaration of my enthusiasm. With as much of a reach as that was. If I could only ease my own mind.

I undressed and found my cock high and hard. I couldn’t get Parker down on his knees before me out of my head. I’d always been fairly aggressive in the bedroom, unlike my controlled calm in the office. And Parker unwittingly triggered that urge to dominate, though I never thought of myself in that way. But now . . . I couldn’t stop imagining yanking Parker’s head back by his silky blond hair and shoving my cock in his hot mouth. He’d take it without hesitation or protest, eager to suck me deep and slow?—the telltale sign it truly was a fantasy. Within seconds, I was on the verge of coming, as my hand stroked my dick to thoughts of Parker working it with his talented lips and tongue. I groaned and huffed as it caught me quickly, shooting onto my stomach.

I’d be a fool to get involved with anyone at this point, let alone Parker. I didn’t need more drama in my life. And I surely didn’t need more pain when they’d leave.

Though sleep came as easy as my orgasm, I was sure this spelled doom for the weeks ahead.





Chapter Four





Parker





I walked into NetSmash at 7:20 a.m., the building disturbingly quiet as I made my way to the elevator. I pressed the button, balancing a cup of tea and a bag of cream and sugar packets from the cafe across the street in my hands.

Yesterday was a blur of shame and guilt. I went over every embarrassing minute from the meeting with CyGen, getting more and more upset at myself each time. And it didn’t get better as I begged Morgan for my job. I knew he was going to make the next couple of weeks a living hell. So why did I keep going back to that moment on my knees when I looked up and caught his eyes flashing with such intense heat? I kept telling myself it was only anger, but deep down, I swear I felt something else. Maybe it was just me. It had to be. The man hated my guts. Probably even more than Chris at CyGen did.

Then why couldn’t I forget it? And why did it feel so fucking . . . exhilarating?

No one would ever describe me as submissive?—in any way. I typically topped and initiated sex. How could I be thinking about Morgan like this? Sexually? He wasn’t my type. He was old. Like what?—fifty or something? And he was the biggest asshole here at the company. Did I mention he hated me with the passion of a thousand fiery suns? I never thought of myself as masochistic, but man, if I didn’t stop reliving that moment on my knees, I’d be at half-mast when I reached Morgan’s office. Probably not the best time to sport wood.

Exiting the elevator, I ran into Charlie Reynolds, the new junior analyst that worked with me on the CyGen team.

“Charlie?”

“Oh hey, Parker,” he said, stopping up short, his blue eyes darting down the hall.

“What are you doing up here so early?”

“I . . . uh . . .” He grabbed the back of his neck, scratching it nervously. “I had to drop something off with Naomi. I put it on her assistant’s desk.”

“Huh,” I nodded, skeptical.

“What are you doing here? I thought they’d fire you on the spot.”

I gave him a sneer. “No. I’m working solely for Morgan on the Axion proposal.”

He pressed his lips together, then burst out laughing.

I sighed and waited for him to finish.

“You and Morgan? Alone? Working together?” He broke into another bout of laughter. Then he slapped me on the shoulder. “If you weren’t fired before, you’ll be gone before the end of the week.”

“Thanks for your support.”

“I don’t have any sympathy for you. You were a complete dick in that meeting and screwed us all over. You got what you deserved. I find it ironic you’ll be suffering at the hands of Morgan before they finally kick you to the curb.”

I bit down hard on my lip. I didn’t want to be late to my first meeting with Morgan, but hell if I wanted to slap Charlie’s annoying face. Newb. He got lucky for being put on my team for CyGen and even luckier when Trent grilled him and he managed to pass muster. I was the one that made sure he was prepared for that meeting. I was a great team lead. I knew my shit.