Liam
Well, damn!
This isn’t exactly what I was expecting to find when this door opened.
“Is this how you always greet someone at the door?” I ask.
“I was in the shower and wasn’t expecting anybody.”
“Are you going to let me in?” I ask.
“You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here,” Dylan asks.
“I came to make sure you get your ass to the party tonight.”
“I already told you, I––”
“And I’m telling you now I’m not taking no for an answer. So why don’t you let me in, I’ll make myself a coffee while I wait for you to change, and then the two of us can head to the party together.”
“You just don’t get the message, do you?”
“And what message is that?” I inquire.
“That I’m not interested.”
“I’m afraid that’s not an option. Now like I said, let me in so I can make a coffee while you get dressed. Of course, you could always attend just the way you are. Might set a few tongues wagging.”
And my hands wandering …
Fuck, the dude looks so delicious, I could leap right through this wire door, tackle him to the ground and pound the fuck out of him.
Everything about this man screams hotness.
His skin is glowing and it’s probably because he works out so much at the gym.
I’ve seen him there many times, of course, he never knew that I was secretly spying on him every time.
“Do you always have to be such an––”
“Arrogant, pushy asshole?” I offer.
“I wasn’t going to say that.”
“But you were thinking it, and you’d be right. Now are you going to let me in or not?”
He hesitates for a moment, then he looks at me from head to toe, keeping one hand firmly tight on the knot on his towel. After a lengthy silence, he pushes the door open and makes room for me to enter.
“Thank you,” I say, moving forward and stepping into the house.
He closes the door behind me, keeping a firm grip on his towel. I make my way into the living room and when I feel him follow me, I turn around and say, “I know my way to the kitchen. I promise not to break anything.”
He rolls his eyes at me, then accepting his defeat, I watch as he moves toward the bedroom.
I make my way to the kitchen and prepare my coffee, placing the mug under the spout of the coffee machine.
After turning it on, fresh, warm coffee disperses into my mug, and I press my ass against the kitchen counter.
I pull out my phone and check for any messages and take a quick look at the time.
It’s after six, which means we have less than an hour to get to the party.
I grab my coffee from the machine and curl my fingers around the mug, bringing it to my lips and taking a sip.
I’m not much of a coffee drinker, but this kind of hits the spot right now.
Perhaps it’s because I’m a little––a lot, nervous about tonight.
At the office, I may be a complete and total prick when it comes to the way I tease Dylan, but that’s only because I love toying with his emotions because I know it drives him crazy.
But what I really want, is to tell this guy just how fucking crazy I am about him.
I became obsessed with him that day my brother, Dean, married his stepbrother, and I haven’t stopped thinking about him since.
I’m not ashamed of my sexuality, and almost the entire office knows that I prefer a cock over a pussy.
And I’ve definitely had my fair share of hook-ups, but they’ve been nothing more than just that.
Casual fucking and sucking. The real object of my affection, however, is currently at the other end of the house deciding what outfit to wear tonight.
It doesn’t matter what he chooses because Dylan Lewis could come out here wearing nothing but a brown paper bag and he’d still look spectacular.
Hmmm, now there’s a delicious thought!
Taking another sip of my coffee, I’m reminded of the first time I met Dylan.
Dean and Elvis had only been married a few short months and when we were out one night celebrating my birthday, it came up in conversation that Elvis’s stepbrother was in need of a job.
I was looking for someone to work in my accounts department, and I figured I’d give the guy a chance.
What I wasn’t expecting, however, was for Dylan Lewis to stroll into my office looking drop-dead gorgeous in his suit that had my jaw dropping to the floor and me drooling all over him.
He was nervous as hell in that interview which only made him look hotter and more irresistible.
Aside from the fact that he was my brother’s new stepbrother-in-law, if that’s even a thing, I decided to give the guy a chance.
Besides, it also meant that I could spend eight hours a day ogling the guy, which is why I gave him the desk located conveniently near my office.
I know people say you should never shit where you sleep or mix business with pleasure.
But isn’t that what makes things so exciting, living life dangerously close to the edge?
I know I spend every working hour teasing the gorgeous bastard, but that’s only because I know how to push all his buttons, and believe me, seeing him get all worked up the way he does, is sexy as hell.
I’m full of sex appeal, and I certainly have no problem using it to my full potential, especially when that full potential is pointed right at Dylan Lewis.
Man, the things I only dream about doing to that man.
I live life with only one motto in mind– if I like something, and I want it so badly, then I just need to go for it.
Except, the only problem is telling Dylan how I feel about him without scaring him off.
Then there’s also the possibility that he may not even be the slightest bit interested in me.
After all, he’s never once flirted back with me.
It’s always been one-sided. I throw the rest of my coffee down the sink, wash my mug and place it on the dish rack to dry.
Then I move to the living room and lean against the fireplace while I wait for Dylan.
I don’t have to wait much longer though, because at that moment he enters the living room and I angle my head up and look at him.
Damn!
I move away from the fireplace and take a few steps toward him.
“You look … great,” I tell him, unsure what else to say.
“Say what you really think and not what you want me to hear.”
“No, I mean it. You look great,” I confirm.
He lowers his head and gives himself a once-over, and I quickly lick my lower lip suggestively. If this guy is trying to tease me, he’s fucking succeeding.
“You actually scrub up quite nicely, too,” he tells me.
“I’m so glad you noticed. But you see me in a suit every day at the office.”
“Yes. But I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with your hair slicked back like that. And by the way, how did you manage to get changed and get here so quickly?” he asks.
“I’m a man of many talents,” I say, cocking a brow.
“I’m sure you are.”
He locks eyes with mine and neither of us say a word for a few long seconds.
“Well, I guess we should get going. I am the boss after all, and I shouldn’t be late to a party that I’m hosting.”
I brush past him and make my way to the front door, and I feel my cock swell beneath the fabric of my pants.
I decided not to go commando tonight. Not because I plan on getting laid or anything like that.
Although, having Dylan Lewis crouched down on his knees and wedged between my thighs sucking me off would be the perfect way to end the working year.
As I stand by the door waiting, Dylan grabs his phone and wallet from the coffee table and places them in his pocket, then makes his way over to me.
He unlocks the front door and pulls it open, stepping aside and making way for me to exit.
Once I get outside, I stand on the porch with my hands in my pockets.
He locks the door, then I lead the way down the stairs and to my car, which is parked in the driveway behind his Jaguar.
I press the button on my clicker and the car unlocks.
I open my driver’s side door and step into the vehicle.
Dylan follows suit, and once he’s seated, fastens his seatbelt.
I start the car and the engine roars to life, then I reverse out of his driveway.
Once we’re on the main road, I flick through my playlist on YouTube Music while also concentrating on my driving.
When I get to Berlin’s “Take My Breath Away,” I grin and press play.
We continue down the main road in silence, and I casually glance over in his direction, my eyes narrowing in on his crotch for a split second, noticing the thick outline of his cock through his pants before I return my focus to the road.
Relishing over the fact that the guy has a hard-on right now, I’m hopeful that tonight may in fact go in my favor.
“You know we’re technically family, right?” I ask, breaking the silence.
“Not really. I mean, my stepbrother married your brother. That doesn’t make us related.”
“No. But in a way we’re still kind of family,” I say.
“So? What’s your point?”
“My point is, family tells each other everything, and you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”
He stares at the road ahead but says nothing.
“You know, like secrets. The type of things that you can’t tell your parents but you really need to tell someone.”
“I’m well aware of what secrets are, Liam. No doubt you have many of your own.”
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
I’m not sure whether or not he was fishing for information, but seeing as it has started up a conversation between the two of us, I may as well keep going with the flow.
“Why did you come and pick me up, Liam? Were you afraid I wasn’t going to show up tonight?”
“You said you weren’t in the mood, so I figured I’d come over and help change your mind.”
“Really? Is that the only reason?” he asks.
No!
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means maybe or maybe not,” I reply, sarcastically.