Jeremiah #2
“Mmmphfuck,” he cries, face pinching as he clenches around my thumb. Leaning forward, I wrap my mouth around his cockhead, swallowing him whole. His body shakes as cum shoots down my throat. “Oh God,” he cries out, crumbling around me, holding my head closely between his thighs as I drink him down.
Quickly, I shift up to smother his mouth with kisses, swallowing his trembling moans down for myself.
They’re mine.
My thumb moves in and out with ease, as I follow the way it squeezes around me.
“Mmm,” he hums, blinking slowly with a dazed, satisfied grin. Seeing him this blissed out brings a smile to my face. “I’m not going to get tired of this, am I?”
“I hope not,” I say, giving him one last messy kiss. I’ll need to bring some lube and towels up here if we want to make this a regular thing, so I can make a mess of him, if only to clean him up.
Should we make this a regular thing?
It’s against all the rules, but damn, I wouldn’t mind breaking them—
“You’re thinking loudly again.” Chase softly giggles, jumping off the desk.
I bite my bottom lip, trying to find the right words. “I enjoy…crossing these lines with you. I already want to do it again,” I answer, drying him off.
He blinks at me, his mouth parting.
“You’re not walking back into the office looking like this,” I murmur, brushing my thumb over his cheek. “Take the rest of the day off. I’ll get you home.”
“Mmm, okay,” he hums, still in that blissful daze.
While he slides up his pants, I take a glance down at mine.
Dark wet spots of my own pre-cum seep through the fabric and sprinkle my groin.
Shit. I bite back a smile even though my body is still uncomfortably aroused.
Ignoring that for now, I quickly rummage through the desk drawers and find an unused binder.
I take Chase’s hand and guide him to the door. But, just before I open it, I pull him into one last kiss, our lips lingering for a few extra seconds, savoring the moment.
“Go out with me tonight,” I blurt. “On a date.”
Chase flashes his famous smirk at me, and I feel that ripple of anticipation coursing through me.
“I’d like that.” He nods slowly, his answer filling me with pure joy.
“Okay, good. I’ll see you soon, okay? ” I kiss him quickly once more, and with that, I unlock the door and watch him leave through the hallway.
Closing the door, I take a second to come down from that high he just gave me.
I smile to myself. He really pulls something wild out of me.
I quickly lick my thumb and scrub at the damp spot on my pants, trying to make myself look presentable.
Once satisfied, I take out my phone and order a ride for Chase on Uber.
Barely a second passes before a knock startles me.
I crack the door open, expecting Chase—maybe coming back for one more kiss.
But it’s Theo.
“Oh, hey.” I manage a smile, swallowing the last of my adrenaline. I grip the binder in my hand, hopefully positioning it to hide the evidence of what just went on in this room.
“Hey! Sorry it took me a bit to find you,” Theo says, stepping inside and glancing around. “This is one random-ass room.”
“Yeah,” I say, scratching the back of my neck. “It’s quiet up here. Private.”
Theo huffs out a laugh. “Sadly, not private enough.” He shakes his head. “I could’ve sworn I passed Chase on the way here. He’s the last person I’d want listening to this conversation.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch sight of Chase’s discarded boxers beside the desk.
Fuck.
A cold sweat beads on my brow. “Oh, really?” I ask, keeping my voice steady while I casually hook my foot around them and shove them under the desk.
Theo sets his hands on his hips. “Uh, yeah? He’s the last person I’d trust. I see him around the office. Clearly, he’s the office gossip. And that’s on top of being a complete ass—”
I cut him off quickly. “So, you brought the plans?”
Theo blinks, then smiles and nods, the distraction working. “Yep. Loads of plans. We’ve got our work cut out for us.”
He pulls out his laptop, setting it on the desk and tapping away until a spreadsheet fills the screen. Rows of numbers, timelines, and bold headers fill the screen.
“David wasn't a huge fan of you talking back yesterday. He's threatening to invest in Lucky One, buy us out, and shut WingMate down out of spite.”
Investing in our biggest competitor?
“Great.” My stomach knots. "Let’s see him try."
Theo’s fingers still over the keyboard before he slowly leans back in his chair. “Jay… Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Do you think… Your dad could help? I mean, he knows a lot of investors. Maybe someone would be interested.”
I swallow thickly. It’s true that my father has a crazy amount of connections. If anyone knew someone who would be interested in this start-up, it’d be him.
But to ask him for help would be shoving my tail between my legs and accepting the fact that I couldn’t do this alone. Is that something I’d be willing to do?
“That’d be…” I say quietly. “Risky.”
Theo looks up at me, eyes steady. “Nothing worth it comes without risk, right?”
His words settle in my chest. My mind flashes back to Chase.
The fire in his eyes when he’s lost in pleasure.
That smirk when I asked him out.
He’s more than a distraction. He’s turning into the greatest risk I’ve ever taken.
I take a breath and look back at Theo.
“Yeah,” I nod, leaning in toward the screen. “Yeah, you’re right.”