Dylan #2
The thing that scares me the most about attending this party tonight, is the fact that Liam is a heavy drinker, when the occasion calls for it.
And when he gets drunk, he’s not at his most charming.
I know from Elvis and Dean’s wedding. Liam had quite a bit to drink and became very disorderly at the wedding, to the point where my stepfather had to pull him aside to sober him up with some water and soda before he got too out of line.
I’m far more concerned about what he could potentially say or do to me.
At work, he’s Liam Samuels, my boss. But when we clock off for the day and everyone heads to the bar after work, Liam Samuels is no longer my boss.
He’s rude, arrogant, chauvinistic, and if I’m being bluntly honest, a walking wet dream and I get extremely nervous around him whenever we’re together, especially in a bar because I don’t know whether he’s going to say or do something that’s going to embarrass me.
Although right now, my nervousness in the office doesn’t appear to be having much of a detrimental effect on what Liam’s hard, muscular body is doing to me.
I feel my cock pulsate, trying desperately to free itself from the confines of my underwear.
How the fuck am I going to explain this to Elvis and Isabella?
I have a great relationship with Elvis, Dean, and Isabella, we’re all very close and tell each other everything.
I’ve even talked about my sex life, or lack of, with Isabella and she knows more about my love life than my parents.
But despite everything I say about Liam, his attitude and mannerisms, there is one thing that I’ve kept a secret since the day I first met him.
Liam Samuels is one hot sex god who I want to peel out of his clothes, throw onto the bed, and fuck his goddamn brains out.
I check the time. It’s almost the end of the day and I still have a bit of work to do before the year is out.
I grab one of the files and enter the information on the computer, then I take a sip of my now warm coffee.
As I continue working, I feel a pair of firm hands massage the extremely tense muscles at the base of my neck.
Not bothering to look behind me, I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of my muscles becoming relaxed.
“God, that feels amazing. You have great hands,” I say.
“I’m glad you enjoy my services.”
His voice has me opening my eyes and suddenly becoming very, very alert of what’s going on.
I immediately get to my feet and turn around to face Liam.
“Liam, what are you doing?” I ask.
“Relieving some of that tension in your shoulders,” he replies.
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
“Oh? Then what do you mean?” he questions.
I let out a long sigh. I really don’t need this right now.
“I don’t have time for your games, Liam.”
“Games? What kind of games are we talking about?”
He advances toward me a few inches until my ass is pressed against my desk, making it impossible for me to move.
“Liam, please,” I beg.
“What? Not used to this much attention?” he asks.
“We’re in your office, and there are people around.”
“You keep forgetting that I’m the boss here, and besides, nobody’s watching us right now.”
“Liam, it’s five o’clock,” Monica yells from somewhere across the office. I can’t quite see because he still has me pinned against my desk.
Liam pulls himself away from me and gives me a smirk.
Then he moves away from my desk and wanders over to the other side of the office where the rest of the employees have huddled around.
I let out another long sigh of relief and compose myself, and after fixing my shirt, I shut down my computer, then make my way over to everyone.
Liam delivers his traditional end of year speech and hands out the award for Employee of the Year, and it’s no surprise that it once again goes to his assistant, Monica.
She’s won the award four of the five years I’ve been working here, and if Liam wasn’t gay, you’d swear the two of them were fucking.
After shaking hands and saying goodbye to everyone, I finally make my way out of the office and down to the basement where my Jaguar is parked.
After stepping into the vehicle, my phone pings, alerting me of a message.
I pick it up from the passenger seat beside me and flip it over to read the message on the screen.
Liam: I better see you at the party tonight
I’m really not in the mood to be partying tonight, especially after the way Liam has treated me this afternoon.
And what’s worse, he was sober. I hate to think what he’s going to be like tonight when he has a few drinks in him.
This is a work function, which means the company is paying for everything tonight.
Food, DJ, and drinks, which means Liam is going to get completely shitfaced, and I’m certainly not looking forward to that.
Rather than send him a reply, I clip on my seatbelt and pull out of the parking lot as quickly and safely as I can, and waste no time heading straight home.
Once I’m in the front door of my condo, I kick off my boots and slide my jacket down my arms before hanging it on the coatrack.
I then head to my room and strip out of my clothes, right down to my underwear.
I could really use a drink right now. Even though I told Liam I wasn’t much of a drinker today, that quickly changed when he started making inappropriate advances toward me.
Except … I enjoyed every single moment of it.
Jesus! Just the fucking thought of the man having his way with me has me reaching down the inside of my underwear and curling my fingers around my aching cock.
I grab my white shirt which is resting beside me on the bed and bring it to my nose.
I take a long sniff, inhaling his scent from earlier when he practically rubbed his body against mine at my desk.
Fuck, he smells good. Real good.
Stop it, Dylan! He’s your boss and your stepbrother’s brother-in-law …
But no matter how many times I try to convince myself that nothing can ever happen between Liam and me, I keep trying to find reasons why.
The guy is deliciously good-looking. Tall, slender, a body I’d like to wrap my legs around, has a great sexual libido, and he’s obviously attracted to me or he wouldn’t behave the way he does.
Unless it’s all a complete act. Then there’s the obvious fact that the guy is a billionaire.
Sounds like something written for a romance novel or the Hallmark Channel.
But Liam Samuels is bad news on every level.
Maybe I’m reading it all completely wrong and he isn’t attracted to me at all.
Maybe it’s all an act while we’re at work so that he can be the big tough guy around his employees. He is the boss, after all.
The thing is though; Liam doesn’t need to impress anyone.
The man can have anything and anyone he wants.
The world is his oyster. He’s very successful, thanks to his father’s wise investment choices, and I can see where he gets his good looks from because if I was into silver foxes, Daddy Samuels would make a terrific bottom.
Fuck, now I’m imagining screwing his dad. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Maybe I am more into Liam than I pretend not to be. My phone pings from the nightstand, pulling me out of my fantasy, and I’m rather annoyed cause I really wanted to know how that was going to play out.
I grab my phone and check the screen; a notification informs me that I have another message from Liam.
Liam: If you want, I can order you an Uber and charge it on the work account.
Another thing I can also say about Liam, he’s a man determined to get what he wants.
The only thing is though, I wish he would stop playing these hard-to-get games and make up his goddamn fucking mind about what he wants.
He’s a man’s man, a hard-working man, who is smart and intelligent.
And I have no doubt that he would make excellent use of those strong, rough muscular hands if he was given the chance.
If the way they felt massaging my shoulders is a preview of upcoming events, then sign me up.
The thought of his hands all over my body has me biting down on my lower lip.
I’ve been surrounded by a lot of men in my life, but none quite like Liam Samuels with all that testosterone and muscle.
I reach down for my crotch once more and give my cock a gentle tug, not wanting to start something I know I won’t finish.
Fuck how much I want him so badly, but of course, I’m not going to give myself up to him that easily.
I know that if I don’t send him a reply soon, he’s going to keep harassing me until I do.
Not sure I’m going to be able to make it, feeling really tired.
I press send. I know it’s a lame ass excuse, but the last thing I want to do right now is attend a work function.
Especially when I know my co-workers are going to get totally trashed at work’s expense and I hate to think of how Liam will take advantage of the situation and embarrass the fuck out of me somehow.
Not even a few seconds after pressing send, my phone alerts me of another message.
Liam: So what? It’s not like you have to be at the office tomorrow.
I’m not in the mood to party.
Liam: You just feel like that now. Once you get there and have a few drinks, you’ll feel differently.
No, I think I’ll pass. Thanks anyway. Have a great night.
I throw my phone down on the bed and head into the bathroom, deciding to take a quick shower.
I strip out of my underwear, then open the shower door and step inside.
I turn on the faucet and the water sprays against my tense body.
I press my palm against the tiles and then rest my forehead along it, closing my eyes.
I don’t know how long I stay in that position, but my mind starts to wander with more thoughts of Liam, and no matter how much I try to shake the image of him out of my head, I can’t.
“Man, what a fucking day,” I whisper.
It may have been a very interesting day, but it was far from stressful. In fact, I haven’t been able to get Liam out of my head all afternoon since he propositioned me against my desk. I’ve longed to be with a guy like him, and I know that he can without a doubt pleasure my every sexual desire.
“I really need to get the fuck out of this funk,” I tell myself, straightening my body up under the water.
After my shower, I grab a towel, quickly run it through my hair and then wrap it around my waist, before stepping into the bedroom, and as I make my way over to the closet, I’m almost positive I hear a knock on my front door.
I stop what I’m doing and stand perfectly still, trying to hear if there’s another noise.
Then I hear it again, and this time there’s no mistaking the knock on my front door.
I make sure the towel is wrapped tightly around my waist then make my way down the corridor and to the front door.
I check the monitor beside the door, but remember that my screen is broken and it reminds me that I need to call a repair guy before they close for the holidays.
I don’t want to risk having no security around my house during Christmas.
“Who is it?” I ask.
My question is met with silence.
“Who’s out there?” I ask again.
More silence, then I jump in fright as they knock on the door again.
“I’m not opening the door until you tell me who you are,” I yell through the closed door.
“Dylan, open this door.”
No, it can’t be.
I turn the key in the lock and pull the door open. There, standing outside on my front porch … is Liam.