me down mentally.
Dimitris was right. I needed a fucking break to go home and just crash for a few hours and maybe even do some training sessions to get my brain back onto the playing field.
Cage fighting was what helped me think while I pushed my body to new limits. I'd been avoiding going back with everything that was going on around me, but it was one of my coping mechanisms and I had to acknowledge the power it gave me.
The spike of confidence that I could handle anything that came my way.
The soft scent of cologne tickled my nostrils, mixed with the serene scent of a rose.
Opening my eyes and lowering my hands from my face, I saw Dimitris with a rose in his grasp, crouched down to my level.
I could barely breathe as I took in his blank expression. He was trying to hide his emotions, trying to simply act tough for my sake, and I was just being an emotional cannonball.
Slowly taking the rose, I stared at the beautiful pink petals with hints of white.
"We're firing that secretary," I muttered, realizing she'd never brought the flowers he'd obviously picked for me.
"Want to do it?" he offered, and I met his eyes. He was trying to apply what I'd just asked, and him being here only proved he really did care about my well-being.
"I already did something along those lines," I admitted. He nodded and offered his hand, even though he remained in the same crouched position as me. As stubborn as I wanted to be, I placed my hand in his and we both rose back up.
He kept my hand in his, and the longer it remained in his warm grasp, the more I wanted to slip out of it.
"We should go back to your office and wire transfer the money to the Enterprise business account," I announced and tugged my hand out of his so I could turn around and head to the door. He didn't let me take five damn steps; his arm hooked around my waist to stop me and he proceed to press me against the door.
"What are you doing?" I grumbled. "The guards are going to hear that."
"They're on a walk," he whispered, his body pressing against mine. I shivered at the touch of his lips against my neck and his hand unzipping my pants.
"Dimitris," I warned, but I could feel he wasn't going to stop on my behalf.
"You lecture me about my flaws, but you never let me take the lead when you're William," he muttered against my flesh before he kissed that very spot. I shivered at the touch of his hand as it retrieved my cock and proceeded to glide up and down my length.
I wanted him to stop, but my body was already lost in the possessive movement of his hand as he stroked me perfectly, with slow, calculated movements, while his lips sucked on my flesh. It felt so fucking good, even though I was frustrated as hell.
"You always have to be in control," I muttered in distaste, but I wasn't sure it even came out sounding as threatening as I hoped for. Dimitris nipped my flesh and tugged lightly, making me moan and further melt against the door while my hips further pushed back on his groin as he kept on stroking me.
"You're right," he admitted. "I'm not ashamed by it, William. My desire to push all the buttons, it’s the way I've learned how to live, but only you like to press against my comfortability and push me into unknown territory."
He began to stroke me faster, twisting his hand as he moved upward, before sliding down all the way to my base. My moan rumbled against my throat, and I fought against the growing urge to release.
The idea of giving him the satisfaction of making me cum nudged all my senses and made me angry at the thought, but he fucking knew how to stroke me in a way that drove me mad, because it felt good beyond belief.
"You're angered by the idea of enjoying this, William?" he whispered into my ear. "Does having me in the driver's seat really aggravate you down to the core?"
"Everything about your perfectionist self pisses me off," I snapped under my breath, my inhales and exhales totally uneven while I was fighting not to pant like a dog. "You never want to bow down to anyone and it fucking shows."
He paused and I growled in frustration when I should