Not Safe for Work

By: L. A. Witt

“We didn’t exactly come prepared for that.” I threw him another grin. “And besides—a few hours apart gave me time to plot and scheme.”

His eyebrows rose, and his Adam’s apple jumped. “Well. In that case.” He nodded toward the curving set of stairs. “This way.”

I gestured in the same direction. “After you.”

He hesitated, but then started up the stairs, and I followed. When we reached the second floor, he led me down a long hallway, pushed open one side of a set of French doors and waved me inside.

His bedroom was enormous. The vaulted ceilings made it seem even bigger, and the smallish furniture added to the effect as well. Oddly, the bed was maybe a queen size. I’d have expected one of those California kings or something with a headboard that took up half the floor. Then again, even if the house was huge, ostentatious furniture didn’t really seem to be his style.

It was pretty clear which side he slept on—one nightstand was bare except for a lamp, and the other had a cell phone charger, his watch, and a couple of paperbacks sitting under an e-book reader.

And of course, a pack of condoms and a brand-new bottle of lube.

He shut the door behind us. “Is it just me, or is this a little strange?” He smiled, coming a little closer, though he approached me cautiously like he probably would have a skittish animal. “Being here. Us. In my house.”

“Tell me about it.” I faced him. “I still can’t quite believe you of all people are interested in me of all people.”

Rick waved a hand. “You saw my profile. We match in a lot of places.”

“We also mismatch in a few.”

“Not the important things.” He smiled. “I’m just another guy.”

“Oh, no you’re not.” I tugged his belt loop and pulled him toward me. “I’ve seen you on your knees sucking my cock like it’s the only thing in the world you want to do. And I’ve heard you beg.” I held his jaw and kissed him. “You’re not just another guy, believe me.”

He shivered as I let him go. “Neither are you.”

“It is weird, though, you’re right.”

Rick nodded. “Yeah. Yesterday, we were working together, and—”

“I think it’s more accurate to say I was working for you.”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

“So does this mean I’m about to fuck my boss?”

He jumped, eyes widening and lips parting, and I thought I might’ve gone too far until he said, “Depends—would you fuck me differently if I were your boss?”

Well. Now wasn’t that a good question?

“That’s an interesting thing to think about.” I let go and started making a slow, tight circle around him, and he followed me with his eyes until I went around behind him. “I mean, the customer is always right, so in that respect, I’m working for you.” I came around in front of him and held his gaze as I continued in an even tighter circle, our shirts nearly brushing. “If you were my boss, then I’d have to make sure that once we were in the bedroom, you knew your place.” I stopped in front of him and looked him right in the eye. “Do you know your place, Rick?”

He shifted his weight. “Maybe…maybe it would be best if you showed me. So we’re clear.”

I suppressed a shiver and reached for his cheek. “I get the feeling you’re my kind of submissive.”

“Do you?”

I nodded, caressing his cheekbone with my thumb. “You want nothing more than to be on your knees and begging, and you know just how far to push the brattiness so a Dom will make sure to put you in your place.” I tilted my head. “Am I close?”

He gulped.

“That’s what I thought.” I nodded sharply toward the plush carpet at our feet. “Get on your knees.”

He obeyed immediately, kneeling in front of me and watching my eyes the whole time.

“Good.” I stepped closer and ran my fingers through his hair. It was always so perfectly arranged at work, as if he spent hours on it and would’ve been pissed if someone messed it up, and here he was on his knees, not protesting in the slightest as I methodically de-styled his hair. Oh yes. Dominating a man like him—a powerful, has-his-shit-together man like Rick Pierce—was going to be fucking fun.

I moved a little closer, enough to encroach on his space. My erection was pushing against the front of my jeans just inches from him, and his eyes flicked toward it a couple of times.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you.” I jerked my head toward my backpack on the floor. “Get my bag.”

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