Page 50 of No Pucks

“This is mine.”

He whimpers, knees shaking. “Anthony.”

I lick his tip, getting my first taste of him. Salty, but I like it. His hips jut forward, nudging his tip against my lips. I take a breath, reconciling what this means, how I feel about sucking a dick, what it would mean for my legacy if it came out.

“Please,” Logan murmurs.

The one word breaks whatever hold the thoughts have on me, and I part my lips over his tip. My cock aches, and I want to fuck him so bad.

I take him further into my mouth, trying to do what he did with his tongue while pumping him with my hand.

Logan’s head falls back, and he gasps. “Why are you so good at that?”

My confidence grows, and I take him further, nearly gagging. I can’t go deep like he does, but I keep going, following the lead of his body.

He rocks his hips, but I grab them, not letting him move.I come off him. “I’m in control.”

He growls but doesn’t fight. I work him over with my tongue, taking my time, finally torturing him like he loves to torture me.

“Fuck, I’m so close. Stop teasing me.” His entire body tightens.

“No,” I mumble with my mouth full, getting off on his need.

He grabs any part of me he can reach, digging his nails in, his pleas a choir to my arousal. I finally take him fully into my mouth again, moving faster to allow him to come.

He gasps and shakes, finally giving over. His release barrels through him, and I devour every drop like he’s the fucking fountain of youth.

He collapses back against the desk, gasping for air, his poised and pristine exterior falling away. He’s sexier than I imagined. He pulls at me, and I stand. I press into him, letting him come down in my arms.

Logan presses his face into my neck, brushing his lips there, making me shiver. I stroke his back, absorbing his touch and comfort. On a whim, I pick him up and carry him to the chair in the corner, sitting with him in my lap. Thankfully he’s light and my knee isn’t too bad today. I really need to be more careful, but as he melts against me, it’s worth it.

But it can’t last.

The post-orgasm clarity hits me like a bus.

What are we doing?

And in my office, where anyone could walk in.

What if someone sees him walking out?

He must notice the change in my breathing, because he puts his hand on my chest. “I’m not telling anyone, even if I want to tell my father.”

I laugh, thinking of Cox’s finding out. “I’d love that, but not as much as I’d hate losing my job.”

“While it would be fun, I wouldn’t do that to you. You can trust me.” He presses his lips under my jaw.

“Okay.” It’s all I can manage. I want to trust him, but it’s hard to trust anyone with my past.

“If I tell anyone, I can’t have a repeat, and I’m always going to put my wants first.”

I roll my eyes. “For once, your self-serving attitude will be good for me.”

“And how am I going to piss my dad off by playing better for you if you get fired?” His smugness returns.

“At least we both want that.”

He groans, shifting. “I should be napping.”

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