The Muse's Undoing

The combination of tastes—me and him in his mouth—is better than anything. He pulls away suddenly, and I’m the idiot lifting my head chasing his mouth, which is too far from me to catch.

“Unless this is too much,” he says, cheeks pink, eyes mirrors.

I let my head drop back. “I don’t know. I just figure…maybe I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

He sits, ass on my thighs, looking down at me. “Is this how you let a girl down easy?”

“Just trying to save my sanity, that’s all.”

“Is it at risk?” he asks.

“Maybe.”

“Well, I’m not gonna force myself on you.”

I lock my hands around his wrists as he’s making a move to get off me. “No, no. Force away. It’s only fair.”

“You’re not worried about Gavin seeing us?”

“I actually kinda wanted to talk to Gavin about something.”

Fischer reaches for the lube and a condom, handing them both to me. “What about?” he asks while I get myself ready to fuck him, because of course I’m still hard. My dick has trouble taking breaks in the presence of this much sexiness—which I realize makes me a bit of a unicorn, but I haven’t heard any complaints.

“How to make the most of Maggie’s pictures of the sculpture on Instagram,” I say.

“Yeah, he’d be a good person to ask.”

With the condom on, I lube up and signal I’m ready for him by thumping his crack with my dick. “Is your leg okay?” This can’t be a good position for him.

“Feels fine.” He rises slightly, and I notch my head against his hole.

As he sinks down, I nearly come off the bed with how fucking tight and hot he is around me. “Jesus,” I moan. I grip his ass and hold him still, trying to come back into my body.

“Mmm…fuck, Matty,” he groans.

I’m sitting up in two seconds, and he rearranges his legs to wrap around me. I fuck into him from below, and he rides my lap while we make out in the sloppiest, sluttiest way possible. Porn’s got nothing on us. We’re loud as hell.

Gavin absolutely comes in just as Fischer’s cock is exploding between our abs, and he’s shouting his release.

I check to make sure the door isn’t wide open, it’s only cracked, so I figure any good assistant will let this play out—especially one whose other job is in a sex club.

But since I’ve never met a kink I didn’t like, I don’t mind the idea of Gavin hearing us. Fischer has to cling to me for dear life while I give him the best pounding I’m capable of, rushing myself to a fierce orgasm that forces beast noises out of us both. “Oh my fucking God,” I say when I’m finally empty, my head sagging on his shoulder.

He’s panting like he just ran a marathon. We’re both sweating like we did, too.

“I’m here whenever you’re ready, boss,” Gavin calls out, and Fischer’s head rears back, eyes wide open.

“What?” I ask, cracking up. “You didn’t hear him come in?”

If looks could kill…

Still laughing, I pull him in for one last kiss.

35

FISCHER

Iunderstand that my assistant is no prude, but I’m starting to think I might be. I can’t stop blushing while we work across the table from each other, occasionally chatting about either something I need or the posts he has planned.