Hearing Trent come like a freight train had my heart pounding in my chest and my cock raging in my pants. I did that. I made the CEO beg, cry, and scream my name when he blew his load. Fuck, the man was killing me. And I needed my cock inside him. Now.

I went down to untie his shoes and tugged them off with his socks. Then I ripped away his slacks and boxers and stood. “Get up and turn around.”

He pushed himself up and turned to face me, his breath heavy. It took everything, and I mean everything, not to grab him and devour his mouth. Sweat glistened on his brow, his hair rumpled and damp, hanging over his dark, dilated eyes. He was the poster boy for sexy.

The torment in his eyes flared. He wasn’t used to playing these sexual games. Or being on this side of the power struggle. It made my chest swell with pride, knowing I was probably the first one he allowed to take him to this place.

“Are you ready to tell me what you want?” I began unbuttoning my shirt.

He blinked, staring at my hands as they made their way down. “I—” His attention darted up to my mouth and he licked his lips. “I want you to kiss me.”

Before I could finish the last button, I crushed my mouth to his. I hadn’t expected that, but fuck if I’d deny it. Our tongues tangled, and I reached as far into that beautiful cavern as I could go. He tasted like coffee and sex and pure heat. I’m sure I tasted like his ass, but he didn’t seem to mind. Shit, he seemed like he wanted to climb into every part of me, clutching and clawing to bring me closer.

That already semi-hard cock below ground against me. If we kept this up, I’d be blowing a load in my pants. And I wanted to fuck him so badly. I wanted to hear him come again as I filled him up. I moaned at the thought and at the feel of him.

“Want you. Inside me,” he said in between our kisses.

I finally pushed him away, our panting wild. “Now you’re talking.” I smiled. “Get naked.”

He grinned, his eyes glued to my mouth like it was the last piece of pizza at the chow hall. But he made quick work of his come-spattered dress shirt, tossing it aside, then stripped his undershirt over his head.

Fuck, his pecs and abs were cut. Dark hair covered him in perfectly placed patches—not too hairy nor too smooth. I liked him just like this—sweaty, sex-hazed, and thoroughly spanked. His cock was high and leaking, and I itched to touch him everywhere.

I finished removing my uniform shirt as he watched me like a hawk. So hungry and deprived, like he hadn’t been touched in years.

“Take off my pants,” I ordered. “I can’t wait much longer.”

Trent shook off his daze and took hold of my belt. He got the button open, but the zipper gave him trouble as his hands trembled. I covered them with mine.

He looked at me. “It’s been a while.” He was concentrating so hard, his expression almost hurt me.

“Then I’m going to make this extra special for you.” I pushed his hands away, releasing the zipper and letting my pants drop.

Trent’s gaze went back down to the bulge in my boxer briefs, the material nearly as wet as his lips. This all felt like a dream. The big boss wanted me as much as I wanted him. From cleaning up coffee off the man’s floor to my tongue in his ass. And fuck it was a sexy, red-hot ass. I was ready to have him on his back, staring at me with those amazing, honey-brown eyes, shocked at how deep I could stroke every ounce of pleasure from his body.

I pulled down my boxer briefs, my cock rock hard and pointing skyward.

Trent groaned. “I want to touch you. All of you.”

“Hurry.” I wanted everything he wanted, but I also had little patience left. He’d already come and I had blue balls from how long my dick had been hard.

Trent kissed me, his palms gliding over my pecs, trailing across my nipples, making them stiff. I moaned into his mouth. He had a great tongue. I could imagine how incredible it would be on my cock. He squeezed my biceps, then explored my abs, his fingertips finding the ridges. I swear he growled, then he reached down, wrapping one hand around my cock and another cupping my balls. I moaned again, louder, as he stroked and caressed me, my hands tightening on the back of his neck. I wouldn’t be able to take much more.

I pulled back. “Mr. Davis.” I used my most warning tone. He stopped to look at me, eyes hooded. “Get rid of my clothes and shoes.” I started pushing him downward.

He gave me an innocent look and leaned down. Once on his knees, he glanced at my cock, now lined up with his face, and I could see his mind working. Before I could stop him, he pressed his mouth to my shaft. A surprised sound escaped me, as his tongue glided upward. He licked at my cock and down toward my balls. I got both hands into his hair and grabbed fistfuls of it. Fuck, he was really drawing this out. I chuckled. “You’ll be the death of me.”

Trent pressed his face into my groin, breathed in deeply, then moved down to my thighs. He playfully bit, grazing the skin with his teeth, and I groaned, letting go of his hair. He got back to the task at hand, untying my boots and removing them along with my socks and pants.

Now, both completely naked, I pulled him back up to stand before me.

I couldn’t help it, I pulled his arms around me, kissing his sexy mouth like it would be the last time I’d ever kiss a man again. I grabbed his ass and thrust him against me, so hard he had to jump up. As he did, I moved back so he sat on his desk, his legs wrapped around my hips. If he flinched at being set back down, his scorched ass on the cold desk, I didn’t notice, for he was kissing me with the same vigor. My fingers grasped at his hair as we ground against each other, cocks stiff and ready. I finally pushed him away to catch my breath.

“Let’s do this,” I whispered, pushing him back to lie on his desk.

His chest was heaving and his eyes wide as he leaned on one elbow. Shit, he was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I leaned down to grab my pants, fishing around in the pocket.

“You really did bring protection?” Trent breathed, staring at me as I ripped open the condom wrapper.

“You never know who you might run into.” I rolled on the lubed condom. “Hold your legs up.”

He lay back and did as he was told, opening that beautiful ass to me.

“You ready for my cock to fill that tight hole?” I had one hand at the base of my hard-on, the other probing at him, making him groan.

“God yes. Please, Chaz.” His head went back.

I licked my fingers and stroked inside him a few times, making sure he was truly ready, then lined my cockhead up with his tender opening. “Tell me again.”

Trent moaned, as if in mock protest, but replied quickly. “Take me. Fill me up.” He squirmed and I knew he was as anxious as I was.

I pushed forward, letting my cock slip torturously slow inside of him, inch by inch. He groaned with every movement, taking my cock and squeezing it like mad. Fuck, I wanted to yell, but I also wanted to maintain my self-control, my ragged breathing and gasps the only hint to my undoing.

“Damn, Mr. Davis. You’re tight.” I cursed as he squeezed again.

“I told you . . . it had . . . been a . . . while,” he managed to get out between moans and pants.

Once I was all the way inside, my balls against his skin, I grabbed at his hips for traction. “I’m going to wreck you. Remember, safeword if . . .”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “I know.”

I gasped as his ass contracted. The devil.

He smiled, but soon his mouth dropped open as I pulled out and shoved back in. I did it over and over, faster and deeper, my orgasm building like rushing water against a dam.

Trent arched his back. “Chaz! Fuck, yes.”

I grasped his hips tighter. “You like that? You like being spanked, then fucked deep and hard?”

Trent whimpered. “God, yeah . . . don’t stop.”

“Look at me, Mr. Davis,” I demanded, not letting up. I was close.

Sweat covered his body as he got onto his elbows. His gaze drew up to mine. He looked spent and turned on. His muscles flexed, going rigid and hard. With every thrust I could have come, but I waited. He could ask for anything right now and I’d bend over backwards to do it. Yep. Even that. Shit, just thinking about that was getting me closer. What was he doing to me? I was fucking him, and my heart was unraveling.

“You’re stunning,” I said, then drove into him so he wouldn’t dwell on my sappy words.

He cried out before a smile broke out over his face. “You are,” he replied, his head dropping back.

“Don’t get too sweet or I’ll run out of reasons to punish you,” I teased.

The mention of punishment seemed to make Trent’s cock—the one bouncing with each thrust in front of me—even harder. If that was possible. The sizable rod begged to be touched, but I held back. He was already leaking like crazy, and I wanted him to blow just from hitting his prostate.

“You’ll never run out of reasons to punish me, Chaz,” Trent said, his moans louder.

“Because I know you love it.” I straightened one of his legs up to rest on my shoulder and bit at his calf. “You love to have your sexy ass punished by my ruthless hand.”

“Oh god,” he whispered as I continued to pound him. His eyes screwed shut, and I hoped I wasn’t hurting him, but then he reached back to hold onto the upper edge of the desk.

“Harder! Please, Chaz. I’m going to come.”

“You bet you are.” My fingers dug into the flesh at his hips as I snapped my pelvis to rock his world.

“Yes!” he screamed. “Yes, Chaz . . . Fuck!” Ropes of come flew onto his chest. And I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I hunched over his body, palms flat on either side of him, as my load pumped into him. I shouted, the sound resonating deep in my lungs. We both shook and jerked.

“Mr. Davis, goddammit,” I said, my heart threatening to jump out of my chest.

Trent shivered but seemed satiated and exhausted. His eyes closed, his breathing still rough.

When I was confident I wouldn’t fall over, I stood straight and slid out of him. He sighed. I removed the condom and tossed it in a nearby garbage can, then picked up my undershirt to clean up.

“Thanks,” he said, watching me wipe the spunk off him, and then sat up. I turned to pick up my clothes, but he caught my hand.

I stopped, confused. He moved off the desk, stood, and pulled me into a kiss. His hands slid into my hair and he pressed himself against me, his tongue ravaging my mouth. I couldn’t help but respond to the rawness of it. What he had allowed me to do to him, to take from him was remarkable. Trent Davis, the buttoned-up and guarded boss, giving me his passion, his trust. That realization had him creeping into my deepest, most protected parts.

He broke from the kiss and his rich brown eyes penetrated me. As I stared back at him, I felt something move between us. He seemed vulnerable and bare, as if he was waiting for something. His hand rested on my shoulder, his gaze darting between it and my face. His thumb brushed the skin on my collarbone. Did he need my approval? My praise?

I ran my hand up his flank and over his ass. “You okay? It wasn’t too much, was it?”

Trent bit his lip and finally shook his head.

“Good,” I replied.

He flinched and I gave him a pointed look.

“It’s fine. Just . . . tender at the moment.” I wondered if we were still talking about his ass, or something else.

I drew my hand up and rested it on his wrist. “That was . . .” I had a hard time finding the right words. Hot. Extraordinary. Soul changing.

He must have sensed my struggle. “My thoughts exactly.” He smiled, almost shy.

I chuckled and squeezed his arm. “You wore me out.” I bent to pick up my clothes.

When I looked back up, he had arched a brow. “Try being on the receiving end sometime.”

I grinned. “Maybe one day.”

He blinked and I was glad I could surprise him.

“Why don’t you stay for a while. Lie down with me on the couch? It’s shockingly comfortable.”

I must’ve looked like I needed convincing.

“I have blankets, snacks, and drinks,” he added.

“Well, since you have snacks,” I said with a wink.

I didn’t know why I agreed. This whole situation was wrong on so many levels. I’d already made a gigantic mess of it and I should be running out the door. Trent was the boss. The big boss. And he thought I was the janitor. This could blow up in my face at any moment. But hell he was hot, kinky, and . . . kind. He constantly amazed me. And made me want more.

“What would you like?” he asked, walking naked over to the small kitchenette. He opened the fridge and cupboard so I could see inside.

“Actually, all I really want is a bottle of water.” I stood next to the couches in the seating area. They did look comfortable. I was suddenly beat, the evening finally catching up with me.

Trent grabbed two bottles of water. “Me too.” He closed up and turned off the lights. He handed me the bottle and then set his own down, pulling a throw from atop one of the couches. He shook it out and let it float onto the longest couch.

I gulped my water, tilting my head back. I was parched.

“I have a bathroom in here, if you need it.” Then he huffed. “Of course you know that. I’m sure you’ve been in here hundreds of times.”

I smiled. “Yep.” Not really. But I’d fake it. “Sorry about the towels,” I offered, remembering why he was in the executive bathroom earlier. “I’m usually on top of that sort of thing.”

Trent shrugged and waved me off. “It happens.”

“I like this relaxed, easy-going Mr. Davis.” Was that what a good spanking could do? Or was it the fucking? I smiled.

He smirked as I took another swig from my water and lowered myself down onto the couch. Trent wasn’t kidding, this thing was delightful as my head hit the pillow.

“Don’t get too used to it.”

“What?” I said, my eyelids drooping.

“This carefree version of me. It’s rare.” He sat down on the sofa—gingerly, I noticed—and drank some water.

“Then I consider myself special.” I ran my hand over his thigh.

He took another drink, capped the bottle, and turned to smile at me. “You’re unusual.”

“Thank you?”

“In the best way possible,” he added and lay down, pushing his sweet ass back against me. He played the little spoon, which was funny considering he was taller than me. He tossed another throw over us, though I was already warm with Trent’s body heat.

I wrapped an arm around him as he settled a pillow under his head. He yawned. I wouldn’t be able to stay awake long judging by how my eyelids resisted. I could hear the thumping of the party music below, but it acted like soothing white noise.

I hoped Steph thought I left. I wouldn’t want her to worry. For once I wished she got drunk and went home with someone. I didn’t dare check my phone, somewhere in my pants pocket on the floor. As long as I got out of here early, I’d be fine. I didn’t want to admit that lying here with Trent tucked up next to me felt right. I wondered how he’d feel if he knew the truth.

“I’m beat,” Trent said and yawned again.

“That’s an understatement.” I pulled him tighter against me.

He chuckled, and we lay there in comfortable silence. His breathing began to even out.

“I should’ve finished reviewing those reports,” he said, his voice weak.

“I’m sure they’re fine. You have until the afternoon before they’re due to the printers anyway.” As soon as those words were out of my mouth, I cursed.

Why the hell did I say that? The janitor wouldn’t know anything about when those reports go out. I’m screwed. Now he’d know something was up.

But he didn’t respond, move, or anything.

And then I heard the snoring.

Thank fuck.