in as deep as I dared, until my head swam with the beauty of him. I held on to my restraint by the thinnest of threads.
“What can I do to bring a smile to your face again?” I murmured.
My heart stopped beating and the world drifted away, replaced only by anticipation as I hung in a void waiting for his answer. Anything. I’d do anything.
Jamie spun around, his cheeks flushed, his breathing heavy. Each breath he drew wound my desire up a notch. His pupils were wide, and when I glanced down, the bulge in his pants advertised his arousal. Encouraged, I swayed toward him, but his voice was harsh when he started to speak.
“What the hell do you think you’re playing at, Nico?” His eyes flared with barely contained fury.
I stopped, frozen by his anger.
“Whatever it is, I don’t want any part of it,” he continued, his voice low, and ice slid over my skin as he stepped away.
“I… I…” I started to speak, but he waved me away.
“If you’re that desperate for an easy fuck—” His face contorted into a sneer, “—then you need to head to Toddy’s and find yourself some other barfly to satisfy your needs.”
Before I could even open my mouth, he stormed from my office. Shit. I didn’t know what had just happened, but my cock stood upright, desperate for Jamie’s touch, and his mouth. I was horny as hell.
But what had he even meant? Some other barfly?
I stepped forward. You know what? I could do just that. I could go to Hot Toddy’s and I could spend another weekend fucking damn Jamie Caldwell right out of my head. I could have a weekend of one night guys. I’d have plenty of takers. Plenty of men would have me in their beds, in their cars… in the alley, if I propositioned them right. I could be persuasive when I wanted something.
I rocked back a step and blew out a sigh.
But I didn’t want just any old barfly. I wanted Jamie. I wanted him even though he was forbidden. I locked my door and closed all my blinds, because me walking around with a rock-hard dick wasn’t something I wanted anyone else to accidentally see. But once my office was truly private, thoughts of Jamie hammered at my brain.
Already unzipping my pants, my mind brushing aside work, I sat back in my chair.
Shit, I was hard. My cock strained to be touched and I wrapped my hand around it as I turned off my desk lamp, casting my office into a sudden gloom lit only by my dim computer screen.
My fingers twitched and my hand drifted to my lap, as if I no longer had control over myself. Maybe I didn’t. None of my thoughts had seemed to be my own recently, and certainly my dick seemed to be thinking for itself.
I sighed, almost at the mercy of my body as the urge for satisfaction roared through me, and I smoothed my palm over the bulge in my pants. Then I let out a soft groan of disappointment at myself, but it was too late. I was doing this.
I imagined Jamie beneath my desk, his head bent over my lap as he sucked my big hard cock into his mouth, and I let out a groan of pleasure. Fuck, yes, I wanted to look down and see his blond head bobbing over me. I worked my other hand down my shirt front, quickly undoing the buttons before slipping my fingers inside and imagining Jamie’s hand gliding over my skin. I squeezed my right nipple, lifting my hips a little at the electric sensation of the touch, and I parted my lips at the thought of the kiss I wanted on my mouth. Frustration mixed with desire, and I moved to sate it.
I popped the button open at my waist as my cock grew harder in my hand so I could free it from my pants. Fuck, I wanted to come.
“Jamie,” I whispered, the forbidden word heavy and exciting in the dark room.
I stroked myself lightly, smoothing the pad of my thumb across the bead of precum at the tip. Touching the soft skin sent a shiver of excitement through me, and I imagined Jamie again, the thrill of him between my legs, his tongue stroking me, his fingers touching my chest.
A gasp forced its way between my lips as I laid a bold stroke of my hand up my shaft. I repeated the movement and