Chapter 4
Sawyer
What was I thinking? I asked myself for the fifteenth time.
I wondered that for at least ten of the fifteen floors we went down in the elevator. Then again in the lobby when we waved goodbye to the receptionist. And again while Mark and I waited at the crosswalk. And again when we waved hello to the doorman, who knew me well enough to call me by my name.
“Delivery should be here in about twenty minutes,” Mark said. “John will bring it up for us.”
“Great.”
Mark lived on the twenty-fifth floor. His apartment had a fantastic view of the city and also a view of the office building across the street where we worked.
I often wondered if it was even worth it for him to have an apartment with how much time he spent in the office.
He really ought to just have a skywalk built between the two buildings. It would save on his commute time.
I was comfortable enough in Mark’s space that when we entered his apartment, I hung my coat up next to his. I kicked off my shoes and placed them on the shoe rack.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No, I better not. Although… if you have some of that flavoured water that I had the last time I was here…”
“Ah yes, the strawberry-watermelon flavoured one? I do indeed.”
“Perfect.” It must also be his favorite since he always seemed to have it on hand when I was here.
He filled a glass of plain water for himself and the flavoured water for me.
“You aren’t going to have some?”
He wrinkled his nose. “No, I don’t like the stuff.”
“Then why keep it?”
He shrugged.
He didn’t keep that on hand for me, did he? I mean, it was possible. I kept my thoughts to myself, deciding it was best not to even ask. There was too much going on in my head to start wondering about Mark.
I went to the window and stared out at the night skyline.
The stars were just a faint glow, barely visible unless you squinted.
It was pretty, but not nearly as pretty as what it looked like when outside the city limits.
One of the last trips I had taken was to a mountaintop resort where we had a work retreat.
Watching the sunset over the mountains while the snow fell around me ruined me for all other sunsets.
It wasn’t because had been sitting next to me the entire evening.
“Maybe I need a vacation,” I said.
Mark came and stood beside me. “Not sure that your boss will grant you that.”
I snorted. “Not sure that he has a choice. I have earned some time off, I think. More than earned it.”
“But that doesn’t mean your boss can get along without you.”
“You would be just fine if I moved to a different position.” I didn’t even know why I said it. It wasn’t like I was considering moving jobs. The temptation was there, because if Mark wasn’t my boss…
The air grew thick with tension. I didn’t want to move positions, but the thought had crossed my mind. Of course, working with Mark was a temptation that I did not have an easy time with. And now that I was single, there was nothing stopping me from going after what I wanted.
I knew Mark well enough to know that he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.
The sexual tension between us wasn’t one-sided.
Evan had pointed it out to me once, and since then, I’d kept track and noticed the ways in which Mark watched me.
The interest went both ways. The only thing in our way now was the fact that we worked together.
A knock at the door had me jumping away from him as if we were caught doing something wrong.
“That was quick,” Mark said. “Must be a slow night.”
He went and got our food while I went to the kitchen and grabbed plates. Together, we sat down at his table and ate. It was comfortable. Almost normal, like we were here living in domestic bliss. Not that I knew much about domestic bliss.
I should’ve cared more about the fact that I had just ended a year-long relationship and I had to find a new place to live.
I should’ve cared more that I had been cheated on.
But I couldn’t. I didn’t care much at all.
I hadn’t cared for Jeremiah in a long time.
It wasn’t fair to either of us that we’d stayed together as long as we had.
Hell, I hadn’t even had a meal like this with my own boyfriend in months. The two of us had been like ships passing in the night for quite a while.
“With the Simps report done, what’s next on the docket?”
Mark leaned back in his chair. “You don’t really want to talk about work, do you?”
“Of course not,” I said, “but I figured it was a safe topic.”
“True. Do we need a safe topic?”
We were quiet for a while. Suddenly, I didn’t really want to talk about safe topics.
Mark twisted noodles around his fork and slipped them into his mouth. I couldn’t look away as his lips pressed together, and a short moan escaped his lips.
Being cheated on was a blow to the ego. And I hated it.
We might have been over one another and we had definitely grown apart, but cheating was a low blow. It wasn’t fair.
Jeremiah had accused me of cheating because of my feelings for Mark. Feelings I couldn’t deny.
Feelings that I could act on now that I was single.
“Do you want to talk about what happened with Jeremiah?”
I shook my head. “No. What I really want is to forget I ever had feelings for that jerk. He wasn’t the man I needed.”
“What sort of man do you need?” Mark had dropped his fork now. He gazed at me with heat behind his eyes.
“Someone who spoils me.” I laughed, only half kidding.
“Really? You like gifts and pretty things?”
I shook my head. “No. I want someone to hold me down, fuck my brains out, and tell me what a good boy I’ve been, then cuddle me after. That’s the kind of spoiled I want.”
Fuck, where had those words come from? Yeah, they were the truth, but it was a truth that Mark didn’t need to know.
Mark swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the effort and his eyes going wide. “You are perfect, Sawyer. And if your other partners have been too dumb to see that, then that’s their fault.”
I grinned, forcing myself to make a joke out of this, then maybe we could retreat from this discussion. “Tell me more about how I’m perfect.”
We were in dangerous territory now. I wasn’t talking to my boss. I was instead talking to a man I really wanted to grab me roughly and do all the dirty things to me that I dreamed of.
Mark’s eyes never left mine as he spoke. “You’re smart. And kind. You have an essence to you that I’ve never seen in another person before. You care so deeply, and your heart is beautiful, not unlike your body.”
“You’ve never seen my body, Mark,” I whispered. My gazed dropped to his lips, and I couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel on my skin.
He reached out a hand and trailed the back of his knuckles down my cheek. “But I’ve imagined it. Imagined how that blush that spreads across your cheeks might show up on your chest whenever I pay you all the compliments you deserve.”
My breath caught. He wasn’t wrong. I did blush when I was praised. But not from embarrassment. It was from desire. From need.
I stood up. My feet moving without me thinking through the actions. “I don’t want to think much more tonight, Mark.”
He pushed his chair back, inviting me to come closer and settle myself on his lap. “What do you want tonight?”
“You,” I said, and I straddled his lap.
I settled there like I belonged. Like I wasn’t shaking with desire for him.
His hands roved up my thighs and gripped my buttocks. He squeezed, and I moaned, grinding into him. He still wore his suit from the day; not enough of his skin was exposed.
“Your body is made to be worshipped,” he said.
“How would you worship me, Mark?”
His lips found my neck, and I melted into him. The warmth of his breath and then his tongue heated my skin. His hands left my ass and found the waistband of my pants. With one quick movement, he had my pants open and his hands were on my skin. My cock ached with the need for his touch.
“Your hands are magic,” I said.
He chuckled against my neck. “I haven’t even gotten started, pet. I could spend hours mapping your body, noting the places that make your breath hitch and your heart race. What places make you moan and writhe. You need a man like me to show you how you should be desired and treated.”
“Do you desire me?” I whispered. My head rested on his shoulder now as I let his hands wander over my body.
“So much. Can I show you?”
“Please.” The word came out in a breathless whisper.
He lifted me with one quick motion and then we were moving across the room. I knew Mark was strong. He kept his body fit even though we worked behind desks. But this was next level. He carried me like I weighed nothing.
I paid no attention to where he was taking me, and instead, I let myself be moved without a care.
Mark laid me down on his bed and tugged my pants off. Then he started on his own clothes. As much as I wanted to watch him, I also wanted his skin on mine. I removed my shirt and tossed it to the floor.
If you had told me hours ago that I would end my day with my boss, naked in his bed, I would have laughed. I wanted it, but I never thought it would happen. Yet here we were.
“You look so pretty for me. Spread out, waiting for my next move. What would you like, Sawyer?”
“You.”
“Be more specific. You want my hands? My mouth? My cock?”
My hole clenched. “All of it,” I said. “Please.”
I had seen Mark smile many times, but this one was different. There was a heat behind his gaze I’d never seen before. I wanted more of it. “You ask so nicely. Let me see if I can make you beg.”
I whimpered, not even hiding my desire for him. Not that I thought I could hide it. Clearly, I wanted him.
“I love the sounds you make for me.”
I fought back a groan.
“Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear all of it.
Give me everything you have. I know you can.
” Mark covered me with his body, his lips going to my cock, only he didn’t take me into his mouth like I wanted.
Instead, he kissed my hip bone, his mouth pressing lightly over my skin, then moving toward my groin.
I lifted my hips, pressing my cock closer to his face.
It was leaking now. Precum had beaded at the tip.
“I know you’re a patient man, Sawyer. Show me how you can be patient for me. I promise to give you what you need.”
I settled back against the bed, lying flat and waiting for him to make his next move. “That’s good, baby. Just like that. You’re so good for me.”
His tongue trailed up the length of my shaft, and I shuddered.
“So responsive.”
“Mark,” I whispered his name. I fisted my hands into the comforter to ground me. I wanted to thrust upward into his face.
Then his mouth closed over my cock, and I couldn’t hold back my moans. They echoed through the room and rippled through the air. It was all I could do not to buck my hips and bury myself deeper into the heat of his mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Give me all the moans. I want to hear them all. Be loud for me, like I know you can.”
“I’m going to cum, Mark. Please, say I can.”
“Mhmm.” His tongue circled around the head of my cock, teasing the underside of it until I was a whimpering mess of need. “You can come, baby. Release your spend down my throat, I want to taste all of you.”
My release came quickly, spurting out of me like a fountain shooting down his throat. His hand cradled my balls as if milking more cum out of me. I felt his throat flex around me as he swallowed all of me.
“Baby, you taste so good.”
I threaded my fingers through his hair, and he rested his head against my spent cock.
“You were so good for me. I bet I can get another one out of you,” he said.
I needed to return the favor like a good boy would, but my eyes were already drifting closed. “Come on me, Mark. Please.”
The events of the day caught up to me, I was barely awake now, but I kept my eyes open long enough to watch Mark as he kneeled on the bed, his cock hard and leaking. He pumped his shaft over my stomach, and after a few quick jerks, his release spilled out and covered my abs.
I let out a contented sigh and closed my eyes.
Then Mark’s lips were ghosting over mine. “Rest now, Sawyer. I’ll clean you up.”