Lifting my head, I frantically searched for somewhere to hide.
With a regretful expression, Maddox gestured for the only place available—beneath his desk.
I sank to my knees as he mouthed,I’m sorry,and I backed up until I was completely concealed in the dark alcove. Maddox sat in his desk chair and rolled it close to where I was crouched, his dick still standing proud right in front of my face.
Don’t even think about it.
My conscience knew it was a bad idea, but in my aroused state, my body was calling the shots and up for the risk.
“Come in.”
The minute Maddox invited McCall into his office was the same one I pulled down the waistband of his pants and freed his cock.
Chapter 24
Maddox
Is she out ofher fucking mind?
There wasn’t time to tell Bristol not to mess around down there before Jared pushed through the door to my office, closing it behind him.
Thank God I was sitting down because my knees would have given out the minute Bristol’s hot mouth swallowed my cock. It had been far too long, and I silently cursed that I wouldn’t be able to savor every minute of her sucking me off because I had to focus on not giving away that I was getting a blowjob under my desk in front of my boss.
“What can I do for you, Jared?” My voice came out harsher than I intended, with my teeth gritted against a fresh wave of pleasure.
His brows furrowed as he took a seat opposite my desk. “Everything all right, Maddox?”
“Fine.” I gave him a tight smile as Bristol swirled her tongue over the head of my cock.
“Good. I wanted to come down and touch base about Dream Day coming up.”
With all my blood pooled below my waist, I struggled to focus on what he was talking about. “Dream Day?”
Jared eyed me carefully. “We do it every year, bringing in a few kids with life-threatening conditions whose dream it is to be Speed players.”
“Right.” Jesus, how could I forget? Those kids who came in year after year were little warriors fighting against conditions and diseases that brought grown adults to their knees. “How many do we have this year?”
“Five. They’re coming in next week after we get back from Wisconsin.”
“Great. I’ll make sure to speak with the guys about it.” I hoped that was enough to satisfy him and he would leave because I wasn’t going to last much longer with Bristol’s skilled mouth going to town on me like I was her last fucking meal on Earth.
“The PR staff will set everything up, but I wanted to touch base with you personally because one of their dreams was to be a coach.”
Stunned, I sat back in my chair before realizing my mistake because my dick was out and sat forward again suddenly. “A sick kid’s dream is to be a coach?”
“Would seem so.” Jared nodded.
Coaching became my consolation prize after my playing career had come to a screeching halt. To know it was someone’s first choice, their dream? It was hard to wrap my mind around.
There wasn’t much time to think about it, though, as Bristol took me so deep that she gagged, the sound loud enough that Jared’s eyes widened.
Fuck. I had to cover this up and fast.
Placing a hand to my stomach, I let out the groan I’d been holding in the entire time she’d been servicing me beneath the desk. “Sorry. Haven’t felt the best today.”
Jared stood, backing away like I might projectile vomit on him. “Why don’t you take the rest of the day off.”
I waved him off. “I’ll be fine. You’d think after learning I was lactose intolerant, I would lay off the dairy, but I can’t resist it. Comes with a price, though.” Those final words sounded as if I were in pain as I struggled to keep from blowing my load, but it worked to sell my story.
