Page 63 of Play Dirty

“She needs that building too. That’s why she’s playing this game.”

“What?”

“She has plans for it.”

“Like what?” I ask.

“She can tell you herself. That’s the reason I came here today. We’re going to look at it tonight. Do you wanna come?”

“To the building?” I ask.

“Yes.” He nods. “Meet us there at eight. Unless you wanna come for dinner.” He winks at me.

I squint back at him with suspicious, narrowed eyes. He’s so fucking confusing. I mean, what the fuck was this visit about? Not lunch. Not some dude-bonding time, either. It’s just another move in the game.

“No? OK. Then enjoy your burger and we’ll see you tonight.”

He stands up, buttons his suit coat, and then waits.

What the fuck is he waiting for?

“See you then?” I say. Trying to make him go away. God, this guy. I fucking hate how he makes me so uncomfortable. I fucking hate how easy it is for him to do it, too.

“Unless you want me to stay for something else,” he adds.

“Like what?” I ask, my irritation totally showing now.

“Some fun, of course.”

“You’re not even into it, so don’t play like you are.”

“Last night I was pretty into it.”

“Yeah,” I say, remembering how he fucked her. Just… took her. Like she’s his.

Then he’s walking around my desk and I can’t help myself, I lean back in my chair. Which is the wrong move, I realize, because when he reaches me, he bends at the waist, places one hand on either arm of my chair, boxing me in place, and leans forward to kiss my mouth.

I kiss him back and feel myself grow hard.

I’m wondering who the fuck he is as my tongue slips against his. He picks up one hand and slides it behind my neck, pulling me close to him. Into him. And then his other hand is on my belt, unbuckling it. Unbuttoning my pants. Pulling out my shirt. Unzipping me.

And finally, he’s holding me in his firm grip.

We stop kissing as he begins to pump my cock. Just hold our lips close to each other. Breathing heavy. Looking at each other.

He doesn’t get on his knees. In fact, I instinctively understand that there is no possible scenario where he gives me another blow job. I just know that. Can feel this power vibe radiating off him like… steam.

“I’ll keep going if you don’t mind coming in my hand and me wiping it on your shirt,” he says.

Fuuuck.

“But if you don’t have another suit here at work, I’d advise you to say no. Because I’m gonna make it messy.”

I just… stare at him.

Which makes him smile, then chuckle, then laugh, and finally… he lets go of me and steps back.

“Tonight,” he says. “You can show me what you love about this building of yours. Why you need it so bad.”