His Secret

43. Adrian

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

ADRIAN

At almost five o’clock on Friday, I make my way to Matías’s office.

“Come in,” he says after I give the door a couple quick knocks.

He barely glances up, then notices it’s me and looks again, giving me a smile. “Hey.”

“Hi. Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

I close the door behind me and linger next to it. “So, Saturday.”

His head inclines back as he realizes what I’m here to talk about. “Saturday.”

“It’ll be a barbecue. I invited Diane and Greg from across the street and two houses down, and Martin who's right on the other side of me. And Carl and Leslie.”

“I recognize maybe two of those names.”

I laugh. “Well, you should get to know your neighbors more.”

“I’m friendly when I see them, but I don’t go out of my way to strike up conversations. ”

“Well, anyway, it’s a little neighborhood barbecue, and it starts at four.”

“Why are you so far away?” he asks, changing the subject.

“Oh.” I step forward. “Just trying to keep things professional.”

He smirks. “Like on our work trip?”

“Yes. I was very professional.”

He pushes away from his desk, the chair rolling back enough to reveal his thighs. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen you come.”

My body instantly heats up. “A week does feel like forever in this instance,” I agree.

“I’m afraid I’m already forgetting what you taste like.”

I swallow, getting turned on where I probably shouldn’t.

“Which part of me?”

Matías gives me a wicked grin before crooking his fingers, gesturing me over.

I’m next to him in a handful of strides. He sits up and starts undoing the belt on my pants.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask, nerves and excitement swirling in my gut.

“Don’t worry about that. What should I bring to the barbecue?”

He unbuttons and unzips my pants, tugging them down.

“Uhh.” I glance at the door, then back at him. “I don’t know. Matías, this is?—”

He grabs my hips and positions me in front of his desk, facing the door. Thank god the blinds on his window are closed.

Behind me, he pulls my boxers down.

“Should I bring chips? Drinks?” he asks.

I let out a nervous laugh, because why are we talking about this while I’m being undressed in his office?

His finger traces the line of my crack and I suck in a breath. “Matías.”

He groans, leaning forward to kiss the top of my ass cheek, planting a trail of them across the curve.

“We’re just having a friendly conversation,” he says, squeezing the flesh of my ass.

“Yeah,” I say on a breath. “Extremely friendly.”

“Very professional.”

He pushes down on my back, making me bend over the desk.

“Oh, god.”

“I just want a little taste,” he says, before spreading me open and swiping his tongue up my crack.

“Holy shit.”

He pulls away. “You’re gonna have to be quiet, Mr. Kennedy. There are still employees out there.”

“Oh.” I whimper. “Yes, sir.”

A sexy growl rumbles in his throat, then he licks me again. More than that, he fucking consumes me. His tongue pushes into my hole, fucking me with it while making sinful noises of pleasure.

His sounds are muffled, but I have to clamp a hand around my own mouth to keep from being too loud.

Paper crinkles under me, and my other hand tightly grips the edge of the desk. He swipes over my hole like a madman. Like I’m the best thing he’s ever had. Perhaps like I’m the only meal to keep him sustained.

His grip on me is tight, and I’m almost ready to beg him to fuck me right here and now when he pulls away, sucking in a deep breath.

“God. I could eat you all goddamn day.”

His finger presses over my hole and I suck in a breath. “I’d like that.”

“I bet you would,” he says, giving my ass a light smack.

I stand up and papers fall to the floor. I bring my underwear and pants back up, tucking my erection under the waistband.

When I turn, he’s casually sitting in his chair like he didn’t just fucking eat my ass over his desk during work hours.

“So, what should I bring?”

I shake my head as I snort. “Just yourself is fine.”

He grins. “Get on your knees.”

I kneel in front of him and watch as he undoes his pants and pulls his cock out. It’s so hard, the veins pushing against the skin. There’s a drop of pre-cum on his tip, and I want nothing more than to lick it up.

“Look what you did to me.”

I bite my lip, watching him wrap his fingers around his erection. “Sorry.”

He smirks. “Later tonight, I’ll replay what just happened, and I’ll take care of this.”

“Not right now?”

He gives his cock another stroke. “No. Not right now. We’re at work, Mr. Kennedy.”

I bite back my grin. “Right.”

Matías leisurely strokes himself in front of me before tucking it away.

“That’ll be all, Mr. Kennedy.”

My eyes flicker up at him. “I want to watch. I want to be able to see you when you come tonight.”

His brow arches slightly. “Hmm. We’ll see.”

I stand and get myself situated. “Thank you for the uhh…conversation. I’ll be thinking about it for the rest of the evening. ”

“I hope so,” he says with a grin.

I make my way to the door and give him another glance before I walk out.