Page 14 of Something Unprofessional

It was accompanied by a small profile picture. The cropped shot of the lower half of Ev’s face, his chin resting on his tattooed forearm, his pretty mouth in the center of the frame, was easily recognizable. Gabe glanced down the table at his PA, who appeared to be taking notes on his laptop. This was an interesting development. He opened the user profile. His boy was getting bold. Gabe flicked through the images, pausing on a particularly nice one of Ev’s chest and arms, his face obscured but his tattoos visible. Gabe had found the artwork chaotic the first time he saw it, but now he could pick out little pieces of Ev in among the mythical creatures. Along the curve of his bicep were the broken keys of a piano, and behind a looping dragon, a torn page of sheet music. PianistEnvy, indeed.

He tapped back over to the message and opened it, accepting the friend request.

PianistEnvy

Did you know that sneezes regularly exceed 100 MPH?

Gabe’s eyebrows rose. All right, then. Before he could reply, there was a follow-up message.

PianistEnvy

So if I hold my breath when I sneeze, that’s like holding back a tiny hurricane with my nose.

SayYesSir

I feel like I’m missing important context to this conversation. But in the spirit of things, did you know the majority of people can’t lick their own elbow?

The three dots appeared and then disappeared again. Ev stopped typing and stretched his arms up, subtly turning his head. Gabe had to focus on the meeting to keep from losing it then and there.

PianistEnvy

You said that to make me try it, didn’t you?

Gabe lifted a hand to hide his smirk.

SayYesSir

And did you?

PianistEnvy

I’m not dignifying that witha response.

Gabe settled in his chair so the tabletop blocked his phone from view.

SayYesSir

That’s fine. I’d prefer to watch you lick something else entirely.

Down the table, Ev started fiddling with his laptop bag, eventually pulling out the cord and ducking under the table to plug it in. When he was back in his seat, Gabe waited while the typing dots appeared and then vanished again a few times. Finally, a video popped up. Gabe checked that his phone was muted, then opened it and was treated to a three-second close-up of Ev’s perfect lips. It was dark, recorded when he’d ducked under the table, but there was enough light to see Ev wrap his lips around the end of a ballpoint pen andsuck. Gabe bit back a groan. The little tease.

SayYesSir

No lip ring today?

Now that Gabe was aware of it, it was astounding how different work-Ev was from club-Ev. During the day, he replaced his labret piercing with a flat, skin-tone stud that hid in the shadow of his lower lip unless you knew to look for it. His red hair appeared darker when he wore it slicked back, and his glasses—while they carried an element of sexy nerd—should be considered a crime for the way they obscured his stunning green eyes and dark lashes. Long-sleeved dress shirts and buttoned-upcollars completed the illusion of a clean-cut but unremarkable young man.

PianistEnvy

I’m at work. Piercings aren’t professional.

Gabe huffed a quiet laugh. And messaging your boss on a kink app was?

SayYesSir

What’s unprofessional is me sitting in this meeting with a hard-on because I can’t get my mind off your perfect cock-sucking mouth.

Down the table, Ev shifted in his seat, hands fisting, then relaxing before he started typing again.

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