Page 35 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

The early fall evening was cool with a threat of rain, but it had been dry all day. I stepped inside the darkened bar, blaring the latest dance songs I was familiar with, but had no idea who sang them. It was crowded with mostly men of all shapes and sizes, dancing, talking, drinking, grinding, and making out.

It wasn’t a huge place, but it would take some time to find Myles, and I was already late.

Me: Where are you?

Myles: Toward the back, next to the bar.

Strangely, I breathed a little easier, knowing he hadn’t left yet, although my mind berated me for feeling that way.

My phone buzzed in my hand, and I looked down at his message.

Myles: Hurry.

Hurry? For what? Why? Regardless, I pushed people aside as I moved faster with a sense of urgency I didn’t understand. Once I shoved my way through the last of the people and reached the end of the bar, I stopped in my tracks to find Myles, drinking and looking around the bar with nervous eyes, chewing on his plump bottom lip.

He hadn’t seen me yet, so I shot him a text just to see his reaction.

Me: I’m here.

Myles quickly scanned his phone screen before looking up and around the crowd in the dim lighting before they landed on me.

He visibly swallowed, and his eyes wide, but he didn’t make a move toward me, so I did it for him. Something primal overtook me at seeing him in his tight jeans with strategic rips, and his green sweater made him look preppy and handsome. Usually, he wore a suit to work. It was rare to see Myles dressed so casually and so… gorgeous in his simple outfit.

I stood close to him, scanning him up and down as he looked up at me with rounded eyes, saying nothing. I plucked his drink from his hand and downed the rest of it. It was sickly sweet, but it had enough alcohol to burn as it went down. His jaw dropped, and I grabbed his soft and cool hand, tugging him to a spot with fewer people.

“Well, you got me here. Now what, Myles?” I said over the loud music in my most commanding voice. “What do you plan to do with me?”

He stood on his toes and leaned his mouth close to my ear. I inhaled the scent of the Burberry cologne he always wore. It was woodsy with a hint of spice, but it was light, not one of those colognes that gave you a headache. His smell was something I had always enjoyed through the years of working together. But mixed with that cologne was alcohol. He’d definitely been drinking a lot tonight. I hoped he hadn’t been driving.

Instead of saying anything, Myles nuzzled his nose into my neck. My body tingled with want and goosebumps. Then his warm hand cupped my cock, making it instantly hard. If it wasn’t for the slight trembling of his body pressed against mine and his drinking, I might have broken down my walls and given in to him.

I held back my groan as my hand reached behind his neck and grabbed it tightly. Before he realized what was happening, I spun him around and shoved his body against the wall as I leaned down toward his ear.

“Is this what you want? Do you want me to claim you? To own your body? Do you want to hand yourself over to my control?”

He nodded and mouthed yes that I couldn’t hear over the music.

My cock swelled in my jeans, and I thrust against his ass. Yes, he had me turned on, but I needed him to understand what he was getting himself into when he wasn’t thinking clearly.

I felt the rumble of his groan through my chest as his eyes slid closed.

“Do you need a little taste of your boss, naughty PA?”

Myles nodded again.

Jesus, what was I doing? Was I encouraging this, or was I deterring him?

“Sex with me is about completely giving in to me. You would be vulnerable as I owned your body. I’m not sure you can handle that, Mr. McCoy.”

“I can. I can. Please.”

Myles tried to crane his neck to look back at me, but I pressed my hand against his head, shoving his face against the wall.

“Well, guess what? I don’t fuck PAs who are drunk,” I growled.

I removed my body from his, adjusted my cock, and grabbed his arm, pulling him through the crowd.

“It’s time to take you home and make you sleep this off, Mr. McCoy.”

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