Page 5 of Miles

Moans.

And… slapping.

My eyes widen as my feet stay planted, as if I’m a statue.

Kayla lets out a moan as her next set of words come out louder than before. “What a good fucking boy you are. You gonna fuck this pussy for the camera like a real man? Or do I need to find someone else to do it?”

My head rears back in shock.

And so does my fucking cock.

Looking down, my jaw drops at the sight of my own length tenting the towel.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Collin’s voice is strangled as he responds. “No, Mistress. Use my cock. Just my cock tonight, please.”

Kayla giggles. “You sure? I bet I could find a cowboy to ride instead. You know what happens when girls put on their hats, don’t you?”

His voice is whiny. “Mistress, please! You’re not playing fair.”

“Ooooh,” she responds. “Or maybe you’re jealous. Maybe you want that cowboy cock in your ass instead, huh?”

Oh… my god.

My cock just got five times harder.

Like a drunken fucking idiot, the hand not holding the glass of whiskey goes down to my cock, easily finding it between the material of the towel to grip it hard.

And then I tug.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as pleasure courses through me at the feel of my rough hands on my smooth, hard skin.

Listening to my own fucking employees having sex.

My fist jerks my length in a drunken haze. Heat spreads throughout my abdomen faster than it has in a long time, and it’s only when I realize that I could come in this hallway that I stop my movements altogether.

My thoughts swarm immediately as my hand leaves my flesh.

This is wrong.

You have a tattoo appointment. You need to get moving.

You don’t even like men.

They’re your employees for fuck’s sake.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts, only for my vision to swim the tiniest bit. As quiet as I can, I head back to my room, cock slowly deflating. And when I’m back behind the safety of my own door, I pour another finger of the liquid into the whiskey glass that’s still sitting on the dresser in my closet.

And like a fucking dumbass, I only glare at the bottle.

“I still blame you.”

THREE

COLLIN

“I haven’t heard Miles moving around for a while. I bet he fell asleep,” Kayla purrs with a devilish grin that has my cock paying attention.