Never a Saint - Lila Rose Page 0,2
and stood. Christ, my knees shook, but I kept my face stoic, at least I hoped I did, as I walked toward his desk. On the inside, I was freaking the fuck out. What happened after this? How would we act? He’d be my boss and I’d be working for him fucking people.
This was a bad idea.
I stopped. “You know what, maybe you should just trust me on my skills?”
His smile was wicked when he reached down and popped the button on his jeans. “Chickenin’ out?”
Shit, fuck, dick.
I wasn’t one to knock back a challenge and knew Saint was as stubborn as I was. Maybe I should have brought up the after-the-moment situation. Maybe I should have been smarter than him and walked out of the room, forgetting this and forgetting about the job.
However, I never said I was smart.
Walking around the desk, I dropped to my knees and hoped when Saint saw me there, he would freak out and stop this.
He didn’t.
Then I realized he was probably picturing I was some woman. Yeah, that made sense. No doubt he would close his eyes and think it was a woman’s mouth around him.
All right then, I could do this.
It was for the job and to show my skills.
I could suck Saint off.
Fuck… it was Saint.
Maybe I had to close my eyes and think of someone else.
For some stupid reason, I clapped my hands and rubbed them together. “Right, let’s do this,” I said like we were going to play a sport or cards.
Saint didn’t say anything; he just dipped his chin down at his junk. The bastard wasn’t going to back out. All right then, I would blow his fucking mind. Reaching out, I fisted my hands so he didn’t see them shake. He leaned back enough I could grab the top of his jeans in one hand and use the other to unzip them.
He still said nothing, so I guessed it was go time.
I slid my hand in and was surprised to find him half hard already when I pulled him free of his jeans and boxers. He’d probably been thinking of his current lay. Or it could have been the talk of sucking. I knew I was also sporting an erection because of all the chatting.
This was it.
I could do this. I was confident in my skills. I just hoped the prick didn’t hold off his release by thinking of a naked granny or something.
“Just… close your eyes and feel. No funny shit like thinkin’ of somethin’ disgustin’,” I told him with a glare.
His eyes narrowed right back. “I’ll be fuckin’ honest.”
“Right.” I nodded once.
“Good.”
“Fine,” I clipped.
Saint rolled his eyes. “Just get to work already before I die of boredom.”
“Fuck you,” I snarled.
Saint snorted. “No thanks, not into guys. I’m just proving a point.”
“So am I.”
“Great, then get to it… unless you want to forget this and say I win?”
I wanted to punch that smug grin off his damn beautiful face. “Bullshit, I’m not givin’ in.”
He waved a hand around and then rested it, like his other one, on the arm of his chair. I wished he’d look away, and then my gut wouldn’t be playing havoc and my heart wouldn’t be dancing around in my chest like it’d just taken a sniff of coke.
“Condom?” I asked.
“I’m clean.” He pulled open a drawer and put his test results on the desk.
“Do you usually show your women this before—”
He glared. “No, I’m usually gloved to the nines.”
What did that mean? Holy fuck, did he usually wear a condom when getting head? Then why wasn’t he here in this situation? What the fuck did it mean?
I had to push that thought away or I wouldn’t be able to perform since my mind would be busy questioning everything. Shut your mind down, Kylo, I told myself. “Well, you’ve seen my test.” It was something I had to have before I even applied for the job, and I hadn’t been with anyone since. Had Saint? Nope, I had to forget that thought also. Did I trust him with the results? Yeah, I did. He wouldn’t fuck with that type of thing.
He grunted and arched a brow as if to say get on with it.
Fine then. I nodded once again, leaned in, and licked around the tip of Saint’s cock. It twitched, perking up from the attention. I went to the side and ran my tongue and lips up and down his length, while I snuck a look up at him to see