Sean perched on the corner of his desk and crossed his arms. I glanced up, intending to continue my nonsensical rambling where I’d left off.
I quirked a smile instead. “I feel like I’m in the principal’s office.”
He snorted. “Did you spend a lot of time there as a kid?”
“No. I was a good kid. And if I wasn’t, I was careful not to get caught.”
He didn’t crack a smile. He suddenly looked very serious. “Take it from the top. What did he say?”
I gave Sean a full report—verbal vomit at its best. I told him about the party, the sex I missed, the picture Clay took of us and promised to give me, the recent photo spread he showed me, and his ideas for Zero.…I even mentioned the woman who asked for my autograph and the fans screaming my name in front of the restaurant.
“This whole night doesn’t seem real. I’m not that guy. But there’s a chance this is where I’m heading. Full-scale debauchery…sex, drugs, and rock and roll. I just thought you should know so you can fire me. Technically, you’re not paying me anything, but still…I’m bad news,” I declared, slouching in the chair like a kid.
Silence.
“Hmm. And you came straight from dinner to tell me that?”
“Yeah, I want to be honest. You said you don’t like surprises, and finding out I actually fucked the guy you warned me about seems like one of those big-ass oopsie-daisies that might bite me in the nuts later.”
Sean pursed his lips as though he was trying to stifle a chuckle. “Well, thank you. I appreciate your honesty.”
I waited a beat, then cocked my head. “That’s it?”
“What do you want me to do…punish you?”
I knit my brow in a faux-worried expression. “What do you have in mind?”
“I could take you across my knee, spank your bare ass, and put you in the corner.”
“Sounds hot. I’m in.” I chuckled, propping my feet on his desk.
Sean swatted my Doc Martens away and held his hand out in invitation. He pulled me between his open thighs and smacked my ass before slipping his fingers through my belt loops. “You’ve got a nasty streak. As much as I’d love to tan that fine ass of yours…I’d rather fuck it.”
I rested my arms on his shoulders and tilted my head. “You don’t hate me?”
“Everyone has a night or two they’d like to forget, Johnny.”
“Even you?”
He huffed. “Especially me. It makes sense that Charlie tried to push the dating angle now. He probably assumed you liked Clay.”
“Funny enough, I don’t dislike him. He’s true to his cause, and he has a solid vision. But I’m seriously creeped out about him knowing something about me I can’t remember.”
“Are you sure he was telling the truth?”
“Even if he lied, there’s no prize. We’re not pretending to be lovers. I made that clear and trust me, he doesn’t care. Clay wants experiences, not a boyfriend. Even a fake one would cramp his style. Zero’s business with him will be strictly professional. That should be good for your real estate deal and—” I paused when he reached between us to cup my package, pressing his thumb along the seam of my fly. “Mmm. What are you doing?”
Sean
Good question.
The door was probably unlocked, the club was packed, and I had strict rules about extracurricular activity in the workplace. But I couldn’t stop touching him.
I raked my fingers through Johnny’s thick hair and kissed his temple. I lowered my hands to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his jeans, and unzip them, then pushed his boxer briefs and jeans over his ass, squeezing each cheek as I bit his shoulder. He winced, letting out a sweet whimper as he fused his mouth to mine.
For a few minutes, it was just kissing. Long, leisurely twists of tongue and unhurried roving hands. He tasted like spearmint gum and nicotine. He tasted like honesty. There was nothing dishonest or disingenuous about this man. Everything from the way he spoke and the way he dressed was real. I needed more of that. More of him.
I broke the kiss, caressing the curve of his hip and tracing his V-line with my thumb. “Lock the door, baby.”
Johnny stepped backward and wrapped his fingers around his rigid cock, giving himself a lewd tug. And then another…before turning to comply. He clicked the lock into place and licked his lips as he moved slowly toward me. He flicked open two buttons on my oxford shirt, frowning when I captured his wrists.
“Let me take yours off.”
I shook my head, kissed his inked knuckles, and stood. “No. That’s not how this is gonna go tonight. I’m in charge. Your only job is to listen. And obey.”
“That’s two jobs,” he snarked.
“I think you can handle it, but if not…there may be repercussions.”
Johnny’s grin spread across his face like wildfire. “I like the sound of that. What do you want me to do first?”