Page 131 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
“I assume it’s as good as it sounds if you’re considering it.”
Well, shit. “It’s … well, yes. It’s a great opportunity.”
“When do you start?”
“I … uh … wh—” This was not the response I’d expected. “You aren’t worried that I’d be moving to Chicago?”
Her eyes lit up. “I’ve always wanted to visit Chicago. I hear they have the best pizza. That means I’d be able to come visit. You could show me around.”
“But I wouldn’t be here,” I argued.
Her eyes narrowed somewhat. “Is there something holding you here?”
“Well, not necessarily. Except all my family is here.”
“But I can come visit and you know you’re welcome here anytime. I’m sure your father would be thrilled for you to stay with him.”
Yeah. I wasn’t taking that bait.
“I don’t know, Mom. It’s a huge step. I haven’t thought it all the way through yet.”
She stared back at me. Dark brown eyes perused my face and I was almost positive she could read my thoughts. Before she could launch into a counterargument, the front door opened and Zeke walked in. Tank’s ears perked up as he lifted his head.
“Can I get you something to drink, Mr. Lautner?”
Zeke’s deep voice rumbled from somewhere behind me but I wasn’t paying attention. I still couldn’t believe my mother was all gung-ho about me going to Chicago. It appeared the only one having an issue with it was me.
But was I really having an issue? Every time I thought about the job opportunity, butterflies erupted in my belly. It was everything I’d ever dreamed of. I had a chance to start over, to prove my worth.
“I just got off the phone with Ransom,” Zeke was saying. “They’re on their way to Chicago.”
They’d left? Already?
My heart fell, my chest constricting. I’d thought I had a little time to make a decision as to whether or not I wanted to go with them. Clearly, that wasn’t the case.
Someone cleared their throat, pulling me back to the present. I glanced over to see my mother standing near the stove.
“Would you like one, honey?”
“One what?” I was lost.
“Grilled cheese and ham,” Zeke said with wide eyes. Clearly the man was a fan.
“No, I’m good. Thanks.” I wasn’t sure I could eat ever again.
I motioned toward the hallway as I pushed to my feet. “I’m gonna go to the bedroom.”
“Keep the blinds closed,” Zeke warned.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I knew the routine.
As I walked toward the guest bedroom, I couldn’t feel my legs. In fact, I couldn’t feel any part of my body.
Trent and Troy had gone to Chicago without me.
What the hell was I supposed to do now?
Trent
LOSING MYSELF IN TROY WAS the only thing I wanted to do.
I didn’t want to think about Chatter or the business at hand. I didn’t want to think about the scathing email from Ken or his blatant disregard for my career. And I damn sure didn’t want to think about how empty I felt knowing Clarissa was back in Texas battling the reporters and a fucking stalker with the help of Zeke Lautner.
No. This was the only thing I wanted.
“I want to hear you, boy,” I demanded, freeing Troy’s cock from between my lips.
“Yes, Master,” he whispered huskily.
Tightening my fist around the base of his cock, I sucked him into my mouth again, relishing the smoothness of his skin, the unique taste of his pre-cum. The sounds he made spurred me on. Between the intermittent moans and the deep bellows as he said, “More, Master. I need more,” I was right where I wanted to be.
“Oh, fuck … Master … that … oh, God that feels good.”
His body jerked and twitched, but I was proud of him for not moving his hands. I wanted to restrain him, but I was going to wait until we were on the ground before I did that. While the plane was relatively safe, I didn’t want to risk him getting hurt. Had he opted for the bedroom, I might’ve considered it. Since he’d selected my office—which had been surprising—I couldn’t take the chance.
I fondled his balls, rolling them between my fingers while I coated his cock with saliva, sliding up and down repeatedly. I was experimenting. Trying to figure out what he enjoyed most. Since I was a novice at this, I damn sure wasn’t going to assume.
“Fuck, Master … I need …” He growled long and low.
“What do you need, boy?” I asked as I released him and got to my feet.
“More,” he said, his chest heaving as he stared back at me.
“More what?” I grabbed his legs and turned him. “Lie back. All the way.”
In this position, he could lie down without hanging over the edge.
“Now pull your knees up to your chest.”
When he did, I bent over and put my mouth on his cock once again. I laved him with my tongue, alternating between sucking and licking, all the while fondling his balls while he growled and moaned, murmuring my name again and again.
