Page 21 of Something Unprofessional

I’d like to see you try.

Gabe coughed, and Ev’s eyes flew to his. He got the impression of heat and fraying restraint before ducking his head and gluing his gaze back to his laptop. He pressed his lips together hard to hide an anxious grin. He shouldn’t be enjoying pushing Daddy’s buttons so much. He was going to get in so much trouble.

Except, he wasn’t, was he? Because Gabe wasn’t talking to Ev. He was talking to some boy he’d met in a club a few weeks ago. Before Ev could head any further down that slippery slope, Gabe’s reply came through.

SayYesSir

Last chance, boy.

Ev’s skin was getting twitchy, like electricity was running under it. His leg started bouncing again, and he fisted and relaxed his hands behind the shield of his laptop screen. He licked his lips, worried that he was going to burst into flames at any moment.

“Everett, come here,” Daddy said, his voice low and firm.

Ev barely processed the command before he was setting his laptop aside and walking over. “Yes, S—” he cut himself off with a gasp when Daddy gripped his chin between his pointer finger and thumb.

Oh god. The banging of his heart filled his ears as all of his focus narrowed on those strong fingers against his skin. Ev couldn’t breathe. He met Gabe’s deep blue eyes, sure his own were as wide as dinner plates.

“Lower your pants and turn around. Palms on the desk.”

The air in the room came back with a ragged whoosh. At the same time, Ev’s mouth went dry. Words deserted him. His body caught up to what it wanted before his brain did, and he fumbled with his belt and zipper. A moment later, the cool office air brushed against his heated skin as he shoved his pants down to his knees. Gabe’s eyes, intense but unreadable, were still locked on his, and he couldn’t break away. They stood frozen for a long moment, Ev’s pants around his knees, his hard cock poking out from under his dress shirt, Gabe’s touch the only thing keeping him in place. Then Gabe’s grip on him loosened, trailing down to his shoulder, where he turned Ev with gentle pressure.

Ev didn’t even pretend to resist. He didn’t know what was happening, or how, but fighting it was the opposite of what he wanted. He braced himself on his hands, fingertips going white as they pressed against the smooth wooden surface of the desk. Daddy touched his bare hip, adjusting his position before sliding a hand up his back, making Ev arch deeper until his cheek and chest were flat to the desktop. Ev sucked in ragged breath after ragged breath, afraid he was on the verge of passing out from shock. Slowly, Daddy gathered his shirt in a fist between Ev’s shoulder blades, firm pressure keeping him in place.

Ev opened his mouth, not sure if he was going to play his part and demand to know what was going on…or give in and beg for Daddy to spank him. Instead, all that came out was a desperate, keening sound.

The toe of Daddy’s shoe tapped the inside of Ev’s, and Ev obediently shuffled his legs wider even as he squeezed his eyes shut.Oh god. Oh god.

“Tell me your color, boy.”

Ev squirmed. He was so totally exposed like this. He could feel Daddy’s eyes everywhere, sliding over him like a touch. “Green,” he whispered.

Daddy caressed his flank with his free hand then settled it on one ass cheek and gave a firm squeeze. “What was that?”

Ev bit off a moan. “Green, Sir,” he repeated louder. “I’m green-green-green.”

Daddy continued to massage his skin until Ev was rocking into it, not sure how much longer he could take the anticipation. Then Daddy’s hand was gone. Ev took a steadying breath, struggling not to tense up.

The crack of Daddy’s palm registered before anything else. Ev gasped, pain flaring, followed quickly by heat. Daddy’s hand came down twice more in rapid succession, knocking Ev’s higher-order thinking off-line.

“Oh my god, Daddy,” Ev whined, squirming. “Please. Please.”

“Please, what?”

“More, please. Touch me, spank me, fuck me. Anything,” Ev babbled. One touch of Daddy’s palm and he’d completely lost control of the words leaving his mouth.

Daddy chuckled. A moment later, the wet flat of his tongue pressed to Ev’s burning skin, followed by the scrape of teeth. “What were you saying about your ass not being available this late on a work night?”

Ev groaned and rolled his head against the hard surface of the desk. “I lied.” That earned him another two smacks. His cock throbbed, precome welling.

“Interesting,” Daddy said, giving Ev’s burning ass another squeeze. “And you still think you deserve Daddy’s cock?”

Ev nodded rapidly and tilted his ass toward Daddy in invitation.

Daddy slid a finger along his crease and brushed over his hole, making him shiver and mewl. Inside. He needed Daddy inside.

“Ev—” Daddy started.

Ev shook his head again. No. He was way too gone right now for whatever concern that was in Daddy’s voice. “Need you, Daddy. Need your fat cock to wreck my little hole. Please. Now. Please, please.”

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