Duke licked his lips and held Nat’s legs open, the next spurt landing on Nat’s balls. The next one landed on Nat’s hole, and another landed on his cock, a cooling wetness on his skin.
Duke smeared the wetness all over Nat’s cock, balls and hole, then his hips and thighs. He grabbed Nat’s clothes off the floor. “Put this back on.”
“I’m—going to smell like your cum!” Nat squeaked.
“If anyone gives you trouble because of it, tell me immediately.” Duke petted Nat’s ass. He fitted his tip back into Nat and squeezed out the next few spurts, working his fist around himself to empty the last of his cum into Nat. Then he pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants.
His knots were still visible, stretching the expensive fabric. Most people knew not to mention it, though.
Duke got to his feet and straightened his clothes, spritzing himself with a scent neutralizer.
“I need that too,” Nat mumbled. “This is alotof cum.”
Duke grinned and helped Nat back into his clothes. He spritzed Nat everywhere—except between his legs. “You should smell like me here,” Duke purred. “Thoroughly claimed.”
It was depraved. But also so hot. “Fine,” Nat mumbled, his cheeks warm.
Duke walked him out of the office, where Hubrie waggled his eyebrows at them.
“Where’s my next meeting, Nat?” Duke asked.
Nat scrambled for his phone. “Oh. The tenth floor, in the Purple Room. I’ve sent you everything you need.”
“Perfect. Thanks.” Duke grinned and dropped a kiss on Nat’s head. Then he disappeared into the elevator, and Hubrie spun around in his office chair.
“I have to go pick up the kids,” Hubrie said after a minute. He eyed Nat. “Will you be okay here by yourself?”
Nat nodded and checked his list of tasks. “I’ve got everything covered.”
“Good. Well, call me if you need any help at all.” Hubrie stood up.
“I will, thanks.” Nat squirmed when Duke’s cum leaked out of him. Hell, there was so much that it was probably going to flood right through his pants, and drench his seat.
Duke would probably love it. Would he make Nat stand up when he got back, so he could inspect the chair?
With a wave, Hubrie stepped into the elevator and disappeared too, leaving Nat alone with Wanda on this floor. Nat settled into a groove with his work, getting more and more confident with each task he completed.
Before long, the elevator chimed.
Nat looked up with a frown. It was too soon for Duke or Hubrie to be back; it hadn’t even been half an hour.
Instead of them, it was Kylie who appeared in the lobby.
Nat’s stomach sank; Kylie narrowed her eyes when she saw him.
“You,” she hissed, looking bewildered when she took in the blankets around his desk. Then her attention landed on Wanda.
A chill settled in Nat’s stomach. He stood and placed himself between them, trying to stay calm because he didn’t know what he would do if she attacked Wanda.
“What the hell is all this?” Kylie waved at the blankets. “Is this a zoo?”
“Duke put them here himself,” Nat retorted.
Kylie gasped in outrage. “You—How dare you call him by his first name?”
“We agreed on the terms of my employment and I signed a contract,” Nat said. “You probably shouldn’t make assumptions about that contract.”
Kylie spluttered. “He hired you to be his whore, didn’t he?”
