headed out, and Samuel didn't say a word as he shut the door behind him.
Jarrod took a deep breath, and then another.
He was so fucking screwed.
Chapter 4
It was a blessing that he was swamped for three days, giving him a chance to make inquiries with HR about Jarrod. The man didn't seem like a legal secretary. Not at all. HR couldn't tell him much, really. In fact, Joy was acting weird as hell about the man.
Samuel headed back to his office, Red Bull in one hand, a case file to review in the other.
Jarrod looked up from his desk as he approached and stood, a folder in hand, following him into his office. "Hey, boss."
"Hey. How's the work on the Walker case going?" He left the door open.
"I've got the papers ready to file. They just need your signature." Jarrod closed the door.
"Fine." He looked them over, signed them. "Is there anything else?"
"You tell me. It's been days. Your ass has to be pale."
"This is inappropriate." Wildly so. Delicious.
Jarrod grinned--it wasn't nasty or anything, more like they were sharing a joke. "Isn't that part of the charm?"
"Mmm." He went for noncommittal. "You must need to go have supper."
"Are you trying to wine and dine me?" Why did everything that came out of Jarrod's mouth sound sexual?
"No. Just giving you the evening off."
"Excellent, that means we're free to spend it together." Jarrod was simply the most determined man on earth. "Come on, Sammy. Take me out somewhere quiet and expensive."
"Quiet and..." He blinked. Where would he take Jarrod? Where on earth? "I don't have any reservations."
"Are you telling me an influential man like you can't get a table somewhere on short notice? I don't believe that." Jarrod stalked toward him.
He backed up. "Influential? Me? I'm a lawyer, man." Not a fucking senator.
"Then take me home, Sammy. And I'll bend you over your mattress this time."
"I..."
Jarrod came closer. "Come on. I've got a plug for you, a razor for your pubes. A paddle for that pretty ass."
Samuel's knees went weak.
"Let's quit pussyfooting around. We both know that we want it."
"One night," Samuel said. "One night and then the office is off limits."
"You think you can hold to that, boss-man?" Jarrod came around and opened the second down desk drawer and there--in his drawer--was a plug, a paddle, the razor.
"You... What are you..." Samuel stepped backward, heart racing.
"I'm exactly what you need." Jarrod picked up the plug, long fingers caressing it.
"This is my office!"
"And I'm the man who makes your fantasies about it come true." Jarrod handed the plug over, pushing it into his hand.
He pushed it back. The thing was fat, heavy.
"You want it, don't you? You want me to shave you, fill you, paddle you and leave you here to work late into the night. And then you want me to come in here tomorrow morning, take out the plug and fuck you over your desk." Jarrod sounded so confident, like he knew exactly what he was talking about.
"Get out." Samuel's balls ached.
"I don't think so." Jarrod picked up the razor, nodded toward Samuel's private bathroom. "Don't make me drag you in there."
"I'm not going to... We're at work!" God, this was crazy. So fucking hot.
"So? Most people will be out of here within the hour. Besides, there's a lock on your door."
His lips opened, closed, opened again.
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to make you suck me off before we do anything else. So either drop to your knees or head for the bathroom. Choice is yours."
"You're crazy." He was going to the bathroom. Going to go in and lock the door and jack off wildly.
"No more than you are," murmured Jarrod, from right behind him--the man was following him into the can!
"I'm going to the restroom!"
"Just like I told you to."
"You..." He turned from Jarrod, trying to catch his breath.
Jarrod followed him right into the en suite, and closed the door, locked it, too. "Now there's no reason to worry about being interrupted."
"Go away, man."
"That's not what you really
Jarrod took a deep breath, and then another.
He was so fucking screwed.
Chapter 4
It was a blessing that he was swamped for three days, giving him a chance to make inquiries with HR about Jarrod. The man didn't seem like a legal secretary. Not at all. HR couldn't tell him much, really. In fact, Joy was acting weird as hell about the man.
Samuel headed back to his office, Red Bull in one hand, a case file to review in the other.
Jarrod looked up from his desk as he approached and stood, a folder in hand, following him into his office. "Hey, boss."
"Hey. How's the work on the Walker case going?" He left the door open.
"I've got the papers ready to file. They just need your signature." Jarrod closed the door.
"Fine." He looked them over, signed them. "Is there anything else?"
"You tell me. It's been days. Your ass has to be pale."
"This is inappropriate." Wildly so. Delicious.
Jarrod grinned--it wasn't nasty or anything, more like they were sharing a joke. "Isn't that part of the charm?"
"Mmm." He went for noncommittal. "You must need to go have supper."
"Are you trying to wine and dine me?" Why did everything that came out of Jarrod's mouth sound sexual?
"No. Just giving you the evening off."
"Excellent, that means we're free to spend it together." Jarrod was simply the most determined man on earth. "Come on, Sammy. Take me out somewhere quiet and expensive."
"Quiet and..." He blinked. Where would he take Jarrod? Where on earth? "I don't have any reservations."
"Are you telling me an influential man like you can't get a table somewhere on short notice? I don't believe that." Jarrod stalked toward him.
He backed up. "Influential? Me? I'm a lawyer, man." Not a fucking senator.
"Then take me home, Sammy. And I'll bend you over your mattress this time."
"I..."
Jarrod came closer. "Come on. I've got a plug for you, a razor for your pubes. A paddle for that pretty ass."
Samuel's knees went weak.
"Let's quit pussyfooting around. We both know that we want it."
"One night," Samuel said. "One night and then the office is off limits."
"You think you can hold to that, boss-man?" Jarrod came around and opened the second down desk drawer and there--in his drawer--was a plug, a paddle, the razor.
"You... What are you..." Samuel stepped backward, heart racing.
"I'm exactly what you need." Jarrod picked up the plug, long fingers caressing it.
"This is my office!"
"And I'm the man who makes your fantasies about it come true." Jarrod handed the plug over, pushing it into his hand.
He pushed it back. The thing was fat, heavy.
"You want it, don't you? You want me to shave you, fill you, paddle you and leave you here to work late into the night. And then you want me to come in here tomorrow morning, take out the plug and fuck you over your desk." Jarrod sounded so confident, like he knew exactly what he was talking about.
"Get out." Samuel's balls ached.
"I don't think so." Jarrod picked up the razor, nodded toward Samuel's private bathroom. "Don't make me drag you in there."
"I'm not going to... We're at work!" God, this was crazy. So fucking hot.
"So? Most people will be out of here within the hour. Besides, there's a lock on your door."
His lips opened, closed, opened again.
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to make you suck me off before we do anything else. So either drop to your knees or head for the bathroom. Choice is yours."
"You're crazy." He was going to the bathroom. Going to go in and lock the door and jack off wildly.
"No more than you are," murmured Jarrod, from right behind him--the man was following him into the can!
"I'm going to the restroom!"
"Just like I told you to."
"You..." He turned from Jarrod, trying to catch his breath.
Jarrod followed him right into the en suite, and closed the door, locked it, too. "Now there's no reason to worry about being interrupted."
"Go away, man."
"That's not what you really
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