11. Chapter 11

I was completely naked and sprawled on my back on Xander's desk as he swallowed my dick whole, my legs resting on his strong shoulders. I swore his mouth was magically delicious and made by the blow job gods.

My gasps were muffled with his tie shoved into my mouth since I couldn't keep the noise down while we had fun in his office.

And why was it so hot to be punished by my boss and then sucked dry? I'd forgotten to remove some spam from his email, and he spanked me for it. He made me remove all my clothes for extra sweet humiliation, bend over his thighs, and then he spanked my ass for my blunder. I wasn't sure if it was really punishment if I enjoyed it so much. All it did was teach me to make more mistakes happily. So hot .

Xander stood and licked his mouth clean of my cum, then pulled his tie out of my mouth. "Did you learn your lesson?"

I nodded like a drunk person—drunk on sex—as he helped me upright. "Yes, Mr. Hayes, sir, I promise to make a lot more mistakes. I clearly wasn't making enough of them."

His grin was crooked, and his eyes gleamed mischievously. "Excellent. Then we see eye to eye. Now, get back to work."

"What about you?" I asked, pointing at his tented trousers.

"I'm saving this for tonight after we meet my grandfather."

I put my hands together to beg him. "But we can still do that."

Xander looked thoughtful for a moment before glancing at his watch. "We still have another twenty minutes left of your break. Do you think you deserve my cock in your mouth?"

I bobbed my head eagerly. "Yes, I'm a very good boy."

"Fuck… when you say shit like that… Fine. I have work to do, but you can keep my cock warm with your mouth. Stay naked, get under my desk, and swallow me down. I'll let you know when I'm ready to come."

"Yessir, Mr. Hayes, Sir."

I loved this role we played, no longer feeling vanilla about sex.

Though Xander hadn't asked me to, I fell to my knees and crawled under his large desk so that he could have a perfect view of my ass.

"Jesus," he muttered.

I gave myself a mental pat on the back for making him breathless for a moment.

Xander walked over to his desk and sat down in his leather office chair.

"Take it out," he ordered.

I undid his belt, unzipped his slacks, and reached inside through the fly of his underwear to pull out his thick cock.

"Good boy. Now put it in your mouth and keep him warm. And no touching my cock with your hands. Mouth only. I don't want you getting me off before I'm ready."

He spread his legs to allow me between them, and I swallowed him down, careful not to run my tongue along his length or around his crown as much as I wanted to.

My mouth quickly pooled with saliva, but I didn't dare swallow it, so it leaked out of the corners of my mouth.

I looked up at him as he looked down at me with blown pupils, turning his blue eyes black. He carded my hair lovingly.

"You look stunning down there. I could watch you all day warming my cock."

I'd quickly learned since the Halloween party that Xander loved to talk dirty and was so good at it. Telling me what to do kept me from worrying about doing something wrong, but if I still did it wrong, well, he'd punish my ass beautifully for it.

He let go of my hair and started typing on his laptop when someone knocked on the door.

My body froze, but he took a fistful of my hair and kept me from moving.

"Come in."

What the hell was he doing? That naughty bastard. Did he leave his office door unlocked intentionally, or was that an accident?

The threat of getting caught under Xander's desk had me getting hard again. What the hell? Why did I like that, too? Yet my body shook from the risk and fear.

"What can I do for you, Max?" he said to the office accountant.

"I didn't see Greyson anywhere, so I'm assuming he's at lunch still. I need you to sign these tax forms for me, and they can't wait."

"Sure, slide them on my desk, and I'll do them shortly," Xander said with a tone that was much too calm. If it were me, I'd be squeaking my way out of a job.

"Sorry, Xander. I need them now."

He sighed. "Fine."

Papers rustled, and the scraping of a pen sounded.

"Are you okay? You look a little pale and sweaty," Max asked. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

"I'm fine, though I might be coming down with something."

"You really work too hard. Perhaps you should take a day off."

Xander huffed a laugh. "Perhaps."

Papers slid across his desk. "Anything else, Max?"

"No. Everything appears to be in order. Thanks, Xander. And do be sure to get some rest."

"Will do."

As soon as the door shut, he took a handful of my hair when I started to squirm. "Not so fast. We're not done here."

I whimpered with my mouth full cock, and he smiled. "Do you want to make me come now?"

I nodded my head.

"Okay, make me come, baby."

I didn't waste a second, sucking him down and using my hand where my mouth couldn't reach, stroking him.

"You've got such a good mouth, Gorgeous," he groaned, his voice going hoarse. "I'm going to come fast."

He grabbed my hair again and pushed me down deeper until I gagged, and I tried to breathe through it. He knew my limits, so he quickly let me up again.

I looked up at him as he watched my every movement with parted full lips, breathing heavily. "That's it. Right there."

His large hands grasped the sides of my head as his cock swelled even more and grew hot. He was so close. Soon, the first spurt hit the back of my throat, and then another and another. I quickly swallowed it back, sucking his dick like a straw until his body shuddered, and he pulled my head off.

"Enough… shit."

He sat for a moment and caught his breath before he reached down to me and helped me onto his lap. He dragged his finger across my mouth, wiping away stray cum and spit. "Look at those lips. They're so swollen. You did so good for me, Gorgeous."

We stood, and he pulled me into a kiss. "That was the single hottest thing, Grey. God, it's like you and I were built for this role together. And that was too close with Max, although I didn't have to let him in either."

"Did you leave the door unlocked on purpose?"

"What if I did?"

"You're going to get us in trouble," I huffed, but it was hard to stay mad at him when he claimed my lips again.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded. "Ah, I was pretty nervous, but that risk was strangely hot."

Xander blew out a laugh. "We can't do this a lot. It is risky, but playing once in a while is fine."

"Definitely, but we need to be careful."

I reached for another tie he kept in his desk drawer and put it on him, pushing up the knot and straightening it.

I gave him a quick kiss before cleaning up in his private bathroom and getting dressed since my break was nearly over. After kissing once more, I walked out of his office and headed to my desk.

Xander and I had been dating for three weeks now, and it had been absolutely amazing. And just last weekend, I introduced him to my friends. He actually came out with us to dance at a club. God, he was so cool, and I was falling hard and fast. Even better, my friends loved him and forgave him for working me so hard.

I'd never connected to another man as I had with Xander, emotionally, intellectually, and physically. He was perfect.

But tonight after work would be the biggest test. We would see if his grandfather liked me or not. Xander promised that if his grandfather didn't like me, it wouldn't change anything between us. He wasn't going to give me up for anyone. Still, I wanted the man to like me, and it was hard not to be filled with doubts and insecurities since I was a simple PA. Sure, I graduated from college, but it wasn't like I strove for more. I loved what I did for a living, especially working for Xander. I didn't need a thriving business or to be wealthy.

I'd been so busy making arrangements for Xander to attend a charity event for the LGBTQ+ community that I hadn't noticed someone standing at my desk. When I looked up, I saw Mr. Hottie himself with a smirk on his face.

"You aren't planning to work late, are you, baby?"

"No, what time is it?"

"It's six, and we need to get going so we're not late."

I quickly packed up my laptop, shoving it in the bag, and slung it over my shoulder.

We walked to the elevator together, and as soon as we were inside with the doors sliding closed, Xander was on me, kissing me breathless.

"Grandfather is going to love you."

"I have my doubts, but I will try to believe you."

Once we were in his car and his driver took off, he grabbed my hand, tugging me closer to him and kissing my head. I loved the sexy stuff, but I especially loved it when he was affectionate and intimate. That was the stuff that showed he really cared about me.

Do you hear that sound? That's the sound of me falling harder.

If we didn't end up working out, it was really going to sting.

His grandfather's home wasn't too far, but we were in a very wealthy area of the city. The beautiful street was lined with massive live oaks and million-dollar homes.

Soon, the SUV stopped in front of a large home that looked straight out of a darker time in our history. It was white with a long porch in the front and live oak trees covered in swaying Spanish moss.

My stomach clenched with nerves now that we were here. I understood what Xander had said, but this was his family. If his family hated me, then… I didn't want to think about it.

"Hey, I know that look." He took my face in his hands and pressed a small kiss to my lips. "It's going to be okay. Remember what I said. No matter what, you and I are together."

I nodded and didn't argue the fact that he couldn't turn his back on his family for me. I wouldn't let him. It was also a big promise for us, only having been together for a few weeks. "Okay."

"Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Xander grabbed my hand, which he did all the time, grounding me and helping to calm my nerves.

We walked along the sidewalk to the front door, and Xander walked right in.

Here goes nothing.