The Muse's Undoing

“That just means they could arrest me instead of fire me.”

“Not if you’re a good boy and keep your mouth shut.”

“It’s not possible.”

“Sounds like a dare.”

“It’s not—Matthew?—”

Again, he stuffs my mouth with his tongue, and I take it with a low groan. His erection grinds, rock hard, against mine as he ravages my mouth. “Did you have a question?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” I say, dazed.

“Maybe I can refresh your memory.”

He unzips me as he kisses me again, deeper this time, and it makes me stupid.

By the time my pants are undone, he’s got me panting against his mouth. When he tells me to turn around and face the door, I don’t ask questions. On either side of the door are windows with open blinds. I don’t have a sightline from my position, but I’m sure he does. Quickly, as a last ditch survival effort, I flip off the lights and lock the door.

Admittedly, I don’t expect him to fuck me.

I expect a facsimile of sex. He’ll grind on my ass through his pants and jerk me until I nearly come, then he’ll punish me by making me wait until we get home.

“You’re not actually pissed at me are you?”

“I’m very annoyed,” he says, breaths blowing heavily against my neck. He sucks at my jawline. His overheated flesh meets my bare ass.

“Shit,” I whisper, my cheek smashed against the door. “Do you even have lube?”

“Of course I do,” he says, like I’m an idiot for thinking otherwise.

“Why?”

“I always have lube when I’m with you,” he says like it’s a stupid question.

“Always?” I ask. “Even when we go to Maggie and Stuart’s?”

“Always. But I’m not sure you deserve it tonight.”

“Fuck,” I breathe, eyes squeezing shut.

He finds my mouth with his and pulls away after one sweep of his tongue. “You’re drooling for me. Give it.” He holds up his palm.

I gather what I’ve got and spit it into his hand. He adds his own, and I hear the slick sound of him coating his cock. I’m trembling with anticipation, need, and the fear of getting caught being railed in my office by a man. I bet it would come as quite a shock to a lot of people that this is how I like it.

“Like” being an understatement.

This is how I have to have it.

While we’ve been talking, he’s been getting ready. A phone rings on the other side of the door, startling me just as his cock touches my clenched hole. “Let me in, princess.”

“I’m freaking the fuck out. Someone’s gonna see.”

“You already know that’s not gonna stop me. I need you. Give it to me.”

“Matthew,” I groan, and let him in.

He lets out a shocked exhale as he slides in deep. “Ffffuuuccckkkk, princess, I love this ass…”