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51 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 9, 2021
But something about the contrast—him so hard, the silk so soft—made it all look obscene. Dirty in the best possible way. Wrong and right. Feminine. Fucked-up. Cute. Debauched. Sweet. Slutty.
He had to screw his eyes shut, overwhelmed suddenly with the sight he made, sitting in his boss’s lap, on his boss’s cock, his legs spread, his nipples all pinked and pebbled, his hard-on straining against his lacy briefs.
“Oh, darlin. I’m gonna teach you,” he said. Noah’s heart thumped, hope and longing. “Teach me?”
“To be mine,” Jack said.
Because luck was something that happened exclusively to other people, the moan registered in Noah’s brain at the exact same second he pushed open the door — to find the new CEO railing a skinny, half-naked chick laid out on the conference table.
“Jesus, Donnelly. You good, bro? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “The ghost of my heterosexuality maybe,” Noah muttered.
“I’ll be gentle,” Mr. Emory said. “So gentle, baby. I’ll make you cry.” He would. Noah knew that. He’d make him cry and moan and whine and beg.
“Oh, darlin. I’m gonna teach you,” he said. Noah’s heart thumped, hope and longing. “Teach me?” “To be mine,” Jack said.