Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
At first, Alex worried about how Parker would react to the news of our relationship. He couldn’t lose the job and feared our boss would have a problem with our relationship. It turned out the fear had been unfounded. Parker was a great boss and told us that as long as our relationship didn’t interfere with our job performance, he didn’t care. So, we kept things friendly while serving drinks and entertaining customers, though our level of flirting with customers took a nosedive—another thing I didn’t hate. I quickly found out I had a bit of a possessive side I struggled to squash when men hit on my guy right in front of my face.
Which was how I found myself bent over, palms flat on a VIP table with two of Alex’s tremendously talented fingers buried deep in my ass twenty minutes after closing on a night Parker trusted us to lock up.
“So?” Alex asked as he pegged my prostate and made me see stars. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
He’d only yanked my shorts down far enough to free my cock and access my ass. I was harder than I’d ever been and leaking all over the damn VIP table. If the Department of Health sent an investigator tomorrow, we’d be royally fucked. Though I was hoping to get fucked a lot sooner than that.
“You’re not talking.” Alex twisted his fingers and grabbed the base of my cock at the same time, sending a riotous jolt of lightning through me while denying me the release my body already craved.
“Alex…” I whined, slapping the table. “Fuck me already.”
His dark chuckle settled low in my stomach, twisting the coil of need tighter. “Not until you tell me what I want to hear.”
God, he was going to be the death of me in the most erotic way possible. “Fine,” I managed as I panted through the near-painful pleasure his hands wrung from me. “I didn’t like it.”
“Didn’t like what?”
He was determined to make me spell out every damn word. Fine. That’s what he’d get. “Your customer came on to you. He wanted to fuck you. He wanted to fuck what’s—” I needed to shut up now.
But Alex had no intention of letting me. He stroked my cock as he continued fingering my ass and driving me insane. “Keep going.”
“Goddammit, Alex, he wanted to fuck what’s mine. You’re mine, and he was hitting on you right in front of me. Yes, I was goddamn jealous. I fucking hated it. You happy now?”
His fingers disappeared, leaving me feeling so empty I couldn’t help the pitiful whine that left my throat. I’d pissed him off. Alex was more concerned than I was about what our coworkers and Parker thought of us. He hated PDA, even if he was an animal in private.
He stroked my cock twice then his hand vanished as well. Just as I was about to beg for something, a mouth, more fingers in my ass, his hand back on my weeping cock, something, I heard the rustle of a condom package.
Oh yes.
Two seconds later, the thick head of his cock nestled against my entrance.
“Fuck yeah, I’m happy.”
He shoved into me in one long, smooth, forceful thrust that had my back arching and my sweaty hands slipping on the table. I loved being filled by him. Nothing beat the feeling of his cock in my ass. Well, maybe mine in his—no, it was a clear tie. I had to admit, I was more of a slut for ass play than Alex was, though he bottomed, demanded to bottom, more than I’d assumed. Still, I fucking loved his dick in my ass. I’d take him every morning, noon, and night if I could.
Once he buried himself as deep as possible, he curled over my back and spoke in my ear. “Tell me what you saw.”
“Move.”
“Not until you tell me what you saw.”
Damn sadist.
I sighed. What could I say? I’d grown up the only boy of very wealthy parents. Sharing wasn’t my strong suit. “He touched you. That bastard flirted with you, asked you out, and touched you. He grabbed your fucking ass. My ass.”
“Mmm, and what did I do in response?”
“I—” He sucked my ear lobe, making goose bumps erupt all over my skin. “Shit, um, I couldn’t hear what you said, but I saw you grab his wrist and remove his hand.”
“Mm-hmm. I told him I wasn’t interested in him the first time he asked me out. The second time, I was a little less polite. And when he grabbed my ass, I told him I’d break his hand if he touched me again.”
“Fuck.” Why did that turn me on so fucking hard? My cock was making a mess all over the table. A table I served four nights a week and would never look at in the same way again.