“Hi, yes. That’s me.” I stand, crossing the space.
She extends her hand to me. “I’m Daphne. You’re Zeke’s stepson, correct?”
“I am.”
“It’s so nice to meet you!” She turns, leading me down the hallway behind the door until we get to a row of elevators. “I didn’t get to meet you at the annual Fourth of July party last weekend. I was out of town. But I’ve heard such great things about you.”
“You have?”
“Of course!” she practically squeals. We step into an empty elevator, and she presses the button to the tenth floor.
“Oh!” Suddenly remembering the book under my arm, I hand it to her. “My mom wanted me to give you this.”
“Thank you!” She takes it with a smile, turning it over in her hands. “We’re in a book club together, which I’m sure you already know.” I don’t. “And this is our newest read.”
We stop outside of a closed door. In front of the office is a desk. I’m assuming that’s where Daphne sits. She knocks on the door, and I hear him grunt out a sound. When the door is pushed open, his scent surrounds me—expensive cologne and Old Spice aftershave.
Zeke doesn’t look up from his screen as we enter. He’s much too important to look at us peasants. Daphne motions with her hand for me to have a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, so I do, and she quietly makes her exit.
He continues to type vigorously on his keyboard, ignoring my presence, as I drag my gaze around his office. It’s bare for the most part. There aren’t any picture frames, no little trinkets, but it’s a nice sized space. Floor-to-ceiling windows surround the entire area, offering a beautiful view of the city and the water.
Presumably finishing whatever mega important email or spreadsheet he was working on, he places his hands in front of him, clasped on the desk, as he brings his dark gaze to meet mine.
“Thanks for meeting me here, Elias.”
“Didn’t really have much of a choice. You told Mom about it.”
“I wanted to finish our conversation from last night,” he states. “The one that got interrupted.”
My brows pull inward with confusion. “There was no conversation that got interrupted last night, Zeke. We were doing no talking.”
“I’m aware.”
“So, then what are you talking about?”
He taps the top of his desk. “Come here.”
My neck and face warm, and my stomach does an embarrassing somersault at his command and what I know he means by it. “What?” I gawk. “Here? No way.”
“I wasn’t asking, Elias.” Zeke sits back, both hands going to his belt buckle as he flicks it open.
He can’t be fucking serious.
“Now,” he growls. “I can’t spank you here, inside this office, without Daphne hearing, but if you don’t think I won’t save it for later, you’re wrong. Now, get over here.”
Every inch of my skin already feels electric as I get up and round the corner of his desk. He scoots back a smidge, tipping his head toward the desk, silently telling me to sit on the edge, so I do.
He stands, his giant form towering over me, as his hands plant on the cherry oak wood on either side of me. Lips beside my ear, he says, voice husky, “I could barely sleep last night, thinking about the feel of you in my arms and the way you tasted.”
His confession sends a chill down my spine that I’m unable to hide. I can feel the smile on his lips as he presses down on the flesh of my neck. My hands grip the edge of the desk so tight, like if I hold on with enough force, I’ll be able to stop myself from touching him.
It’s a pipe dream, because as soon as he makes contact with my skin, it’s like fireworks go off, one right after another, lighting me up from the inside out, all reasoning leaving my brain. I’m unable to think straight anymore. I melt for him, hands immediately going to grip the shirt at his sides, head falling back onto my shoulder.
“That’s right,” he coos. “You’re always so responsive for me, little slut. Just the way I like it. You can’t deny this any more than I can.”
“We… we shouldn’t be doing this.” There’s zero conviction behind my words. Zero fight, and he knows it. Chucking darkly against my neck, he drags his tongue along my jaw before sealing his lips to mine.
His mouth takes mine savagely, tongue thrusting in as his hand comes up, circling my throat and holding me in place. It takes no time at all for my cock to swell and ache behind the tight confines of my shorts.
