21. KAYLA
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H is hand weaves into my hair as he looks down at me with a tensed jaw.
“It seems to me that I’m the one getting special treatment.”
Smirking, I run my tongue along his shaft, my eyes never leaving his, until he throws his head back in pleasure. Then I put my full attention on his shaft between my lips. While I move my hand up and down, I take him into my mouth over and over again, sucking off the tip with an eagerness that can be measured by the wetness between my legs.
I get more turned on by every groan he gives me, fueled by his demanding fingers fisting my hair. I love how even on my knees for him, I’m in control and making him come undone, and when I taste some of his desire on my tongue, I let out a craving moan myself. It’s a sweet taste, almost fruity, mixed with a sultry tang.
The flavor of him is intoxicating in the most delicious way and, with enthusiasm, I pick up my pace. The air changes, growing hotter every second as I keep going.
“Jesus Christ,” he hisses when I rest his balls in my hands, playing with them, rolling my palms over his warm skin. Moans continue coming from my throat while I never let his tip fall from my tongue.
“You like this?” I murmur against his skin.
He snaps his incredulous gaze to my hooded eyes, filled with something I like to believe is amazement.
“Holy shit, you are out of this world, baby.” He cups my cheek, followed by a loving smile.
“Is that a yes?”
“Keep going, baby.” He smirks.
I do as he says, looking up at him as I move my mouth up and down his shaft, more frantically with every stroke, more demanding with every pull, until finally, I make him hit the back of my throat and tears spring to my eyes.
I try to relax the muscles in my throat, ignoring my gag reflex.
“You are so beautiful with my cock shutting you up.”
I pull back, smirking. “Enjoy it. It’s the only way to shut me up when it comes to you.”
“I guess you’ll be eating my dick every day, then.”
“Gladly.” I let my teeth scrape softly along his shaft and he lets out a cry that reverberates through the small room.
“You’re going to get us caught,” I whisper after his cock falls from my lips with a big plop.
With my hand, I bring it back to my mouth like it’s my giant personal lollipop, and I keep going, each move followed by another sloppy plop coming from my lips after his tip falls out. The sound is sexy, carnal, and I know it turns him on by his clenching jaw as he stares down at me.
“Fucking hell, Kayla. Keep going,” he huffs. “Keep going, baby.”
I do as he says at a steady pace until he tightens his grip on my hair.
“Stay still,” he orders.
I hold on to his ass while he starts to move his hips, fucking my mouth without any apologies. He’s using me in the most ferocious way, but all I feel is the sensuousness of every thrust when he slams his dick against my throat.
“Hold on, baby. I’m almost there.” The tone of his voice is desperate, building a proud feeling inside of me.
I’m doing that.
I’m making him explode with just my mouth.
Tears fall down my cheeks while my scalp burns from his scorching grip, and he lets out a roar that causes a shiver to run down my spine. My eyes move up to watch how his face tenses and his brows knit together.
It doesn’t take more than a few seconds before his cum lands on my tongue. It’s sticky, it’s soft, and it’s fucking luscious.
I’ve sucked off men before, but every single time I did it to return the favor, as a sense of foreplay. I didn’t hate it, but I have never enjoyed it the way I just did.
In many ways, it can be degrading, having a man use you like that for only his personal pleasure, but I have never felt more alive, more of a woman than I do now.
More in control.
“Damn, baby.” Bodi wipes the tears from my cheeks, my mouth still smirking around him before I swallow his seed like its dessert and let go. “I have never, ever, in my entire life,” he pauses to push a bruising kiss on my tainted lips, softly pushing his tongue inside, “had a blow job like that.”
“That’s a good thing, right?” I get up, licking my lips as I press my hands against his still panting chest.
He bends down a little in front of me, grabbing his boxers and jeans from the floor to cover his ass again. “It’s the best blow job I’ve ever had, baby.”
“Told you, talent .” I grab his shirt, tugging him closer. “But you’re not done yet.”
Not even fucking close.
Our mouths fuse and my hands run through his hair until a voice in the hallway has us untangling our lips as we stand statue still.
He purses his lips while pressing a finger against them, telling me to stay quiet, and my eyes grow wide while we listen to who it is. When the voices seem to move farther away toward the coffee corner, he sighs in relief, wanting to continue what we started, but I give him a warning look.
“They will come back,” I whisper, giggling.
How the hell did I end up giving my boss a blow job in the janitor’s closet? It sounds really, really bad when you think of it, and the whole situation makes me giddy as fuck.
“Ssssssh.” Bodi laughs, covering my mouth with his hand. “Be quiet, minx.”
I do my best as we wait until they move past us again, and I let my forehead fall against his chest.
“This is risky,” he whispers, then a mischievous grin forms. “I’m going to take care of you when we get home, okay?”
“Promise?”
“Promise,” he murmurs against my lips, giving me another affectionate kiss that I can feel in every bone of my body.
It’s a feeling I should ignore, but it seems to grow to huge proportions the more I get, and I’m starting to feel addicted. I don’t just want him to give me mind-blowing sex. I want him to kiss me like I’m his. Like he has the right to kiss me whenever he wants.
His hand moves up to cover my cheeks as he holds my head against his.
“You are something else, Kayla Lockheart.”
It’s easy to make a smartass comment, brushing it off with a joke, but there is a sincerity in his eyes that make me want to melt into the floor or at least stay between these four walls with him for as long as I can. He gives me the feeling that he sees me. That even though I’m younger than he is, he still treats me as an equal.
Respecting me in a way I’ve never felt before. He lifts me up by looking at me like he does, and he has no clue.
“Thank you, Bodi McKay,” I reply, closing my eyes when he presses his forehead against mine. For just a brief moment, an electrifying feeling runs through me when our skin connects, and I tell myself to freeze this moment. To engrave it into my mind, because the feeling he’s giving me right now is a feeling that will pull me through in moments of darkness.
“How are we going to get out of here?” I ask him with a smile.
“No clue. Any ideas?”
“Well, I’m just an assistant,” I tell him. “No one will be too fazed if I leave the janitor’s closet.”
I prick my finger in his chest. “Not sure how they will react if the CEO walks out, though.”
“Is that with or without his assistant?” he jokes.
“Feeling bold, McKay?”
“I might, but let’s not. Okay, you go first. I’ll hang out here for a bit.”
“You sure?” I ask.
“Yeah, just go to the bathroom first. Your hair is a bit messy,” he titters, running his hand through my curly brown hair.
“You love this, don’t you?”
“Seeing you with hair that says you just fucked? Definitely.”
I roll my eyes and end the conversation with another peck against his lips before I quickly dart out of the closet. With my eyes moving from left to right, I quickly scan the hallway and let out a relieved breath when no one is in sight.
My feet start to trot down over the gray carpet of the office, in desperate need to hide behind the safety of my desk, even though I can’t hide the wide grin that splits my face.
I gave the CEO a blow job in the janitor’s closet.
My mom would not be proud of me.
Rae will be, though.
The thought alone has me laughing out loud by the time I reach the open area in front of Bodi’s office and Agnes’s eyes lock with mine.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing,” I reply casually, averting my gaze.
She follows my every move while her eyes narrow in suspicion. “Where is Bodi’s coffee?”
“Oh, shit! Err, I forgot.” My mind quickly tries to come up with an excuse while my eyes roam over my desk.
“My cousin called!” I blurt, holding up my phone. “I’ll ask Bodi if he still wants coffee when he gets back.”
The skeptical look remains on her face while I do my best to avoid it by keeping my eyes fixed on my screen. When I hear her mutter a “yeah, right” and see how she goes back to work, I can’t help the relieved sigh coming from my lips.
Right before my pleased grin stays put for the rest of the day.
***
That afternoon, I’m standing at the coffee machine in the Editor’s Department, when a hand lands on the small of my back.
Startled by the sudden movement, I let out a shriek, throwing the empty coffee cup in the air before I manage to catch it and press it against my chest. With a shocked face, I turn toward the one to blame, being met by Rachel’s friendly gaze. Or I assume that’s what it’s supposed to be.
In reality, she gives me chills.
“Are you okay?” The crow’s feet around her eyes make her look old, even though I don’t think she’s a day over thirty-five.
“You scared me.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. Here, let me get that.” She pulls the cup from my fingers. “Cappuccino?”
“Black.” My eyes narrow a bit. “Thanks.”
She offers me a warm smile while the machine works on my coffee, and I awkwardly shuffle on my feet. “This is the first time I’ve seen you at the coffee machine. I’d begun to think you’re not a coffee person.”
“I’m not. It’s for Bodi.”
She wrinkles her forehead with a look of clear judgment, and I realize I need to be careful with my words.
“You two are on a first name basis?”
“No. Well, yes. I’m his personal assistant. We work really closely,” I stammer. I haven’t really interacted with anyone except for Agnes. This is the first time I’m even speaking with Rachel, and something in her demeanor unsettles me. Like she won’t mind finding dirt on her boss.
“I guess it helps to know him personally. You know since you're his best friend’s… cousin, was it?” She winks, and my brows scurry together, not missing her innuendo.
“We only met briefly before I started working here.” Why the fuck am I even entertaining this? It’s none of her fucking business.
“Oh, so you’re not close?”
Close enough to find him examining my pussy with his tongue, bitch.
But I settle for a resolute no , sensing she’ll use any found breadcrumbs I leave her to twist it round. And not in my benefit.
“You know, I’m here if you ever want to talk to me? I know Mr. McKay can be a bit much at times.”
I don’t like her. Can’t decide exactly why, but my gut tells me she’s a sleazeball. I don’t mingle with sleazeballs. Before you know it, the entire office will think you’re the girl working her way up by going down on the big boss because you call him by his first name.
I might be going down at him, but I’m definitely not doing it for a promotion.
My brows move up before I shoot a kind look her way, accompanied by a fake smile.
“I can handle him.”
“I’m sure you can, but I just want you to know that if he’s—” She pauses. “You know, doing things he shouldn’t be doing. I will support you if you want to report it.”
“What?” I screech, scoffing. Abort mission. Abort mission. “No! He’s not. Where did you get that idea?”
Fuck. Bodi’s right. We need to be more careful. The fact that I just sucked him dry in the janitor’s closet doesn’t help my indifference.
She sheepishly looks at me, running a hand through her hair. “Well, this morning. It looked like he was intimidating you.”
Shit . Can’t exactly blame her there.
“I’m not easily intimidated, Rachel. Thank you for your concern, though. If I ever need your help, I know where to find you.” I softly pat her arm with a condescending smile, when really I want to go tell her to mind her own damn business.
I assume she means well, but this is kind of an awkward subject for the first time ever having a conversation. I mean, what happened to starting with small talk? You know, where are you from? What’s your mama’s name? Not ‘hey, are you screwing the boss when we’re not looking?’
“So there is nothing going on between you and him?”
My eyes narrow, a little pissed now. This is starting to feel more like brown-nosing-coworker instead of worried-colleague .
“I don’t like what you’re implying, Rachel. If you’re concerned about my well-being, I appreciate it. But I’m not some helpless nineteen-year-old. I can take care of myself, and Mr. McKay has never treated me disrespectfully in any way, so please just drop it.” I grab the coffee from the machine before taking my feet back to Bodi’s office, all while feeling Rachel’s eyes burning my back. Bitch .
Without knocking, I storm through the door, slamming it shut behind me.
Bodi’s head hangs, invested in the manuscript in front of him.
“You could’ve knocked like a normal person,” he says, not even looking up.
“I think we’ve already established that I’m not a normal person. You know who also isn’t a normal person?” I rant.
I round his desk, setting his coffee next to him before planting my ass on the edge like it’s the kitchen counter at home. “Rachel! Rachel isn’t a normal person. She just asked me if I wanted to report you for sexual harassment.”
He brings his attention up to me. His hazelnut green eyes now holding a glint of anger.
“Yeah,” I continue, nodding. “Said she thought you were trying to intimidate me earlier this morning.”
He leans back in his chair with a smug look on his handsome face, his gaze not once leaving mine. “I was.”
“Pfft, please. You mean that little alpha display earlier? I need a bit more to be intimidated than that, McKay. You get a ten for effort, though.” I pat his leg, shooting him a wink, and he quickly snatches my wrist. In one quick move, he pulls me off the desk and onto his lap, and I gasp in response.
“What are you doing?” I huff, his lips now close to mine. My heart rate speeds up as his arms wrap around me, and I try to keep my unaffected stance.
“Little alpha display?”
I lick my lips. “I got you where I want, don’t I?”
“Where is that?”
I shift on his lap, feeling the bulge that’s pushing against my legs while I rest my hands on his shoulders.
“Underneath me.” My voice is low and husky, and I can see his eyes darkening as his gaze moves to my lips.
“I want to kiss you.”
“Then kiss me.”
I watch him swallow hard, and for a second, I think he’s going for it, but then his eyes close, and I know the party’s over.
“We’re at the office, babe. It’s unethical.”
“Fuck ethical.”
His head woggles from side to side. “You didn’t lock the door. We can’t do this. If someone walks in, I have a lot of explaining to do.”
“You know I sucked you off in the janitor’s closet two hours ago?”
“Trust me. I can’t forget.” His lips brush against mine as if he can’t resist a little touch. “But we can’t do that anymore. I don’t want to give Rachel a reason to dig a little deeper into our relationship.”
With a big sigh, I get off his lap, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.
Instead, I lean forward, bringing my mouth close to his ear with my hand on his upper thigh. My palm feels the warmth of his leg burning through the fabric of his jeans, and I give him a slight squeeze.
“Shame, I hoped you were going to fuck me on your desk again, Bodi.”
A low growl comes from his throat, and I straighten my body with a taunting smirk, sauntering back toward the door as I purposely sway my hips from left to right.
“I should report you for sexual harassment,” he mutters.
“Well, if you’re going to do that, please do it after you’ve stripped me naked. Wouldn’t want to get fired without a good reason.” I wink, then close the door behind me, smug as fuck.