Boy in the Club a boy & billionaire novel - Rachel Kane Page 0,87
me.”
“I’d love to.”
“I mean it, Colby. If you leave, I’m going to be so sad.”
“No you won’t. You’ll get dressed and go to work. You still have a job to do, you know.”
“No slacking just because I’m the boss’s boyfriend?”
“If anything, you should work harder, because you like me so much.”
“Oh, I’m going to work hard,” he says. “I’m going to sit at your desk and jack off.”
I taste him again. God, he is so tempting, and I really don’t want to go. Can’t I stay? Can’t we just lie in bed, gently tonguing each other to a morning orgasm?
“I know what I ought to do,” I tell him. “I ought to cuff you to the bed, so you can’t move. Shove a butt-plug into your ass, so you just sit there writhing until I get back.”
He flushes a deep red. “Oh god.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Totally unable to touch your own cock, and yet something up inside you to remember me by?”
“I wouldn’t last five minutes.”
There are so many things I would like to try with this boy. And I realize he’d do anything for me.
Naturally, we’re interrupted. My phone buzzes. “Damn it, didn’t I silence that thing last night?”
I’m trying to have a moment here, but it keeps going, until finally I look down at it.
Dalton.
“Perfect fucking timing,” I say. I grab it. “What’s up, big brother?”
“Why aren’t you at the office? Is everything okay?”
I have to keep from laughing, and Finn actually has his hands over his mouth to muffle his giggle. It’s making his cock shake in delight.
“Of course. I’m just running behind this morning. I have some appointments.”
“Hm. All right. Listen, can we talk?”
“Right this second?”
“Are you that busy?”
I glance at Finn’s naked body. “I’m pretty busy.”
My brother sighs. “Fine. This afternoon, then. I’m coming up to town.”
“What’s going on?”
“I’d tell you, but you’re busy, remember?”
“It’s that important?”
“I just— Yes. Yes, it is actually important.”
“Fine, I’ll see you later.”
I hang up and drop the phone on the floor—making sure I silence it before I let it go.
Finn wriggles forward.
I kiss his cock again. I bring it into my mouth, all the way in, letting him hit the back of my throat, that momentary smack of my gag reflex trying to reject him, but I won’t obey, I swallow him down, and he’s groaning.
“Oh shit Colby…oh god…”
His hands tugging at my head, hips thrusting, he’s fucking my mouth.
Then, without warning, I come off of him and stand up, grinning.
“You fucking bastard,” he laughs.
“Don’t you dare jack off while I’m gone. You save it all in those balls of yours until I get back.”
“You promise me you’ll get back soon?”
“We’ll take the rest of the day off, once I’m done. Apparently I’ve got to meet Dalton later. But after that, we’ll lounge around and watch movies and eat pizza and fuck. Not necessarily in that order.”
“God, you spoil me,” he says, going up on his toes to kiss me, his cock touching mine.
What I wouldn’t give to avoid today’s appointment. Whatever Dalton wanted, that part would be fine. But this meeting with Jimi? I’d pay to miss it.
But I can’t.
“Wait for me,” I tell him. “I mean it.”
There’s something cold about the club’s anonymous front this morning. The rest of the world is still warm, basking in the end of summer, but the stone of the club seems carved from pure winter.
I tell my driver to wait for me. I wasn’t going to drive my own car down here. Nowhere to park. He pulls away from the curb, and suddenly I am alone. The urge to call him back, to tell him to drive me back home to Finn’s warm arms is so strong.
Instead, I enter the club.
It’s different during the day. There’s less atmosphere. I walk into the atrium and it’s quiet, my shoes softly clicking across the floor. No music, no laughter, no pop of champagne corks. It’s like an empty stage, desolate without the props and the actors.
I’m in the middle of it, looking around, getting my words ready, when I hear a voice behind me.
“Wondered if you might come lookin’ for me.”
“Hello, Jimi. Are we alone?”
He holds his hands out to his sides, gesturing at the emptiness of the room. “Sure looks like it.”
“No friends of yours lurking in the halls?”
“You want to come to my office, Mr. Raines?”
Not really. No, I’d actually rather be anywhere else in the world. “Sure,” I tell him.