“I know,” he replied, meeting my eyes in challenge.
“Why do you work here with all these rich assholes around you? It’s unbearable.”
His face widened in a reluctant grin. “Spoken by one of the selfsame rich assholes.”
I frowned, and Grey’s eyes followed the movement of my lips. My cock liked that. A lot.
“Why?” I repeated breathlessly.
“Good money, better connections. I want to be an investment banker, and the only way to do it well is to work for one of those rich assholes one day. The men in that room control eighty percent of the country’s investment capital. I want a piece of it.”
“But—”
He cut me off with the barest brush of his lips against mine. It was so light, so nothing, he could have written it off as an accident, but it was enough of a spark to light the whole damned stack of fireworks between us.
I lunged for him with both hands, grabbing his face and smashing my mouth against his. He grunted at the impact, but then Grey’s arms came around to hold me tight while he kissed me back.
He kissed me back.
I could barely breathe. It wasn’t enough. My heart hammered in my chest with something like panic. What if he stopped? What if this all stopped and I couldn’t have it anymore? This awkward, grappling kiss was everything. Everything. And I knew right away it was only the beginning.
I wanted more. I wanted him. I wanted to be naked and ready for whatever came next. My dick was out of fucking control right now, and I couldn’t even figure out how to go about getting off. I just knew I wanted to get off with him. With Grey.
“Whoa, whoa. Slow down,” he said, pulling back a little. I grabbed his shirt and fisted it to keep him from pulling away.
“No. Stay,” I begged, not giving a shit how desperate I sounded. “Please.”
He studied my face for a moment before bringing his hand up and running a thumb across my cheek. “Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured before leaning in for another drugging kiss. He pulled back again and met my eyes. “You’re drunk.”
My brain spun with all the things I wanted to do to him, with him. “Let me suck your dick,” I blurted. The words floated fat and weird between us. Finally, he smiled. It was kind and held an uncomfortable amount of pity.
“You don’t want this. You’re just upset. I heard about your girlfriend.”
“Ex-girlfriend,” I corrected. “And I’m not upset. I’m horny. For you.” I let out a little laugh after that since the idea of being horny for this guy, for any guy, was a little crazy. But it was the truth.
His skepticism was clear as day. “You’re bi?” he asked.
“What? No,” I said without thinking.
His lips widened in that same grin, the one that went to my dick but also made me feel a little like an errant child.
“Then I guess we’re done here,” he teased. “Since you’re straight and all.” He deliberately shifted so his hip brushed against my straining cock. The noise that came out of me was embarrassingly desperate.
We continued to stare at each other.
“Please,” I breathed. Apparently, my ability to retain a single shred of dignity was gone. And, honestly, I didn’t much care in this moment. Part of me knew if I didn’t take this one chance to touch him, to experiment with this newfound desire of mine, I’d regret it forever.
“On your knees, then,” he said gruffly, calling my bluff.
I dropped to the ground before he took another breath, before he could change his mind.
His eyes lit up with shock, but I wasn’t sure which one of us was more surprised.
Grey grabbed me under the arms and yanked me up, shoving me against the wall and muttering something about being an idiot and going to hell for sure. My head spun, and my dick throbbed. Before I knew it, he’d opened my pants and fisted my cock.
“Oh fuck,” I said on a gasp. “God, please.”
He dropped to his knees and licked my cock, starting with the tip before slathering the shaft with saliva and then sucking the entire thing into his hot, wet mouth.
I let out a long groan of disbelief and pleasure. This was… this was unbelievable. Incredible. Mind-fucking-blowing.
I grabbed his hair but tried not to pull. Nessa used to throw a fit if I dared pull her hair. But, god. This… this was so different. He wasn’t hesitant at all. Grey Blackwood knew exactly what he was doing.
I shoved my free hand into my mouth to keep from screaming. The whole thing was over in seconds. The incredible sensations had built and crested before I knew what was happening. I bit into my fist and choked on a scream, horrified at the possibility of drawing attention from the guys awaiting my report.
This was way, way more than a dare.
And I would never tell a soul about it, no matter how much shit it earned me from Kirby and the other assholes.
I looked in his eyes, desperate to see… something in them. Pleasure? Approval? Satisfaction? But Grey was hard to read. His eyes were intense as hell, but I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
“Your turn,” I said, switching places with him and trying to act way braver than I felt. I wasn’t one for one-sided hookups, but I also didn’t want to humiliate myself in front of him by trying something new.
Sure enough, what came next was horribly humiliating. My fumbling at his belt, his endless patience, the sounds I made when I revealed his dick, the way my hands shook when I reached for it.
I glanced up at him as if asking for permission. The look in his eyes was oddly vulnerable, so unexpectedly exposed that I hesitated a beat before he quickly shuttered it.
“Suck me.”
I leaned in and tasted him, squeezing my eyes closed and trying to ignore the entire room spinning around me. His hand was gentle in my hair, caressing my head softly as if with affection. I hadn’t been expecting that. I’d assumed he’d grab me, control me with a strong, maybe even painful, grip.
But he treated me like brittle glass, as if the mishandling of this moment would result in disaster.
And it did.
“What the actual fuck?”
Everything happened so fast. The open door, the barked questions in multiple masculine voices, the bright light of a camera flash, the snickering laughs and singsong taunts, the feel of Grey’s hand as it brushed against my face before quickly tucking his dick back in his pants and zipping up.
The sound of my father’s stern voice promising to ruin Grey Blackwood for corrupting his son. The sound of Kirby Heath’s father revoking Grey’s job offer. The snickering of my supposed friends calling me the king of dares. The surprised squawk of someone promising Grey was no longer an employee of the Crosbie Golf and Country Club.
And the deafening sound of my drunken, confused self saying nothing at all.
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It was supposed to be a prank. A silly frat boy dare.
One hot moment in a hidden storage closet. One kiss. No consequences.
But if you get that close to a man with fire in his eyes, you’re gonna get burned, and I was no exception. One taste of Grey Blackwood ruined me for life.