Page 8 of Bleed for You (Bloody Desires #6)

“ C raig!” Craig slowly closed his eyes, then opened them as he plastered a smile on his face and turned to face Flint. “What’s happening with the Simpson contract?” Flint demanded as soon as he reached Craig.

“I’m still working on it, along with the other two projects you gave me on Monday.

” Which meant the workload kept Craig busy and a little concerned he wouldn’t meet the deadlines.

He knew he had long days ahead, not that Flint cared, probably because he wouldn’t understand the type of pressure Craig was under.

He’d have to have some understanding of the job to figure that out, but he had none.

“Why are you still working on it? It should have only taken you a couple of days to design.” And there it was.

Flint showing how little he knew about Craig’s job and the department he ran.

Craig wasn’t sure how much longer he could tolerate working with Flint.

Dealing with his inferiority complex was draining.

“It takes some time to design, Flint. They’ve given me instructions on what they want and have asked for several revisions already. Once I’ve incorporated all their requests, I can show them a draft copy, and we can adjust accordingly.” Somehow, he was able to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

“So, they’ve already asked for revisions to the design you’ve created?” Flint sneered. “You’re so good that they need you to alter your design?” Flint laughed.

“They haven’t seen my design yet, Flint.

” Did he have the patience to do this every single time with Flint?

“These are revisions they’ve requested, as they have discussed what they need on their side.

They’ve changed a couple of locations where they intended to have shops for other use.

I have to adapt accordingly. Measurements have to be adjusted.

Structural support may have to be altered.

We’ll get there, but these revisions do come up. ”

Flint clenched his jaw, his dark eyes narrowed as he glared at Craig. “Just because you have more experience than me doesn’t mean you’re better than I am.”

“I never implied that.” But he’d thought it. Craig smiled. “I’ve finished now, Flint. Have a nice weekend.” Craig turned to walk toward the elevators, but Flint grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back.

“Don’t you walk away from me.”

Craig shook Flint’s hand off and took a step back. “Please don’t put your hands on me.” Craig stopped talking when Sarah Plunkett walked past. “Sarah. Have a nice weekend.”

Sarah slowed and looked at Flint, who took a step back from Craig. “And you too Craig. Flint.” Sarah frowned at Craig, who smiled back at her. “Bye.”

“Bye Sarah.” Craig looked at Flint. “Is that all? Bye Flint.” Craig spun on his heel and followed Sarah, ignoring Flint muttering behind him.

He caught up to her at the elevator and smiled when she glanced at him.

Once the elevator arrived and they both stepped inside, Craig turned and watched Flint as he stood, hands on hips, staring at Craig.

When the doors shut, Sarah exhaled. “What is his problem? Do you know what he did to me this morning?”

“What?”

“I’m sitting in my chair at my desk, and he comes in and stands next to me, leaning over me with his hands on my shoulder.

I moved my chair back, so he had to let go of me and he smiled at me, then tried to look down my top.

” Sara pulled her suit jacket together. “He’s so slimy and creepy.

The other day he sat staring at my breasts. ”

“Have you reported this to HR? Are you documenting this?”

“What will it do? I’m a junior here. I could lose my job. We all know he’s related to the boss. One word from him and I could be let go.”

“Keep a diary of what he says and does. Record him if you can. Once you have enough evidence, you can go to HR.”

Sarah bit her lip, her eyes lowering. “I’m scared, Craig.”

“I’m dealing with HR over some of the issues I have where Flint is concerned. I’m keeping a diary. Do the same.”

“I dread Mondays,” she whispered.

“Yeah. I know how that feels. Do you have someone you can talk to? You can always come to me if you want to talk.”

“Thanks Craig.” Sarah gave him a shaky smile. “I talk to my partner. He wants to come in and punch Flint.”

“So does mine, and he’s a grave digger so he’d know where to bury Flint and no one would find him.”

Sarah’s eyes widened. “Could we pay him?” She giggled, and Craig grinned. “Can you imagine coming in one day and he’s gone?”

“Bliss.” The doors opened and Craig waited for Sarah to walk out, then followed. “Look, Sarah. Don’t let him get to you. I know how hard it is to let it go when you leave work, but don’t let his inferiority complex ruin your weekend.”

Sarah nodded and ran her fingers through her long, blonde hair. “I’ll try. We’re going out for a meal tonight, then maybe the movies after.”

“Enjoy it, and don’t think about him. He isn’t worth our time.” Craig waved as he walked toward a different exit. “Have a great weekend!”

“You too!”

Craig left the building and walked along the sidewalk, pulling his phone out to call Jinx. His man had been busy all week, and he wanted to make sure he would be home later. “Hey,” Craig said when Jinx answered. “Still on for tonight?”

“A night with you? Of course I am. Usual time?”

“Yeah. I’m on my way home now.”

“Now? Shouldn’t you have finished already? Is that Flint guy being a dick?”

“When isn’t he being a dick?” Craig muttered sourly. “I don’t want to talk about him. It’s the weekend and I want to spend it with you and not think about him.”

“Understood. I’ll be here waiting for you. Don’t take too long. Daddy needs his boy.” Craig shivered and bit his lip. God, he couldn’t wait to get home and see Jinx and let go of life and become his Daddy’s boy. He quickly ended the call and glanced around before discreetly adjusting his erection.

Once he reached his car, Craig unlocked it and put his work in the back.

That was why he’d driven in. He got in and sagged in his seat, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.

“What a shitty week,” he murmured. Opening his eyes, he sighed and did nothing for a minute or so, then lifted his head.

“Home. Shower. Daddy.” With a nod, Craig started the car and drove home in rush hour traffic.

By the time he got there, he was hot, sweaty and gripping the steering wheel, his jaw clenched. “How do some drivers pass the fucking test?” The roads had been hell, and some drivers didn’t know what indicators were, but sure as hell knew how to hit their horn when they were in the wrong.

Inside, he stripped and stepped under the warm spray of the shower and made sure he was squeaky clean, because he knew exactly how the weekend would go.

Once he’d washed everywhere, Craig got out of the shower and dried.

In his bedroom, he pulled on clean clothes, jeans and a T-shirt.

Nothing over the top. He wasn’t planning on wearing them for long.

He needed to let go of everything and let his Daddy take control.

He needed his Daddy to look after him, to take care of all his needs.

When he was ready, Craig drove to Jinx’s, his body desperate and needy.

It took far too long to get there, and when he pulled up behind Jinx’s van, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

Two years and the heat was still there between them.

Jinx only had to give him a heated look, and Craig was hard and willing to do whatever Jinx wanted.

Knocking on the door, he waited for Jinx to answer as he bounced on his feet, eager for their weekend to begin. Jinx opened the door, looked him up and down, then hauled him inside. As he shut the door, Jinx pushed Craig up against the wall and bent to bite Craig’s throat, then lick up his neck.

Craig trembled in Jinx’s arms. His fingers tunneled into Jinx’s hair, and he moaned when their lips touched.

Craig sank into their kiss, letting Jinx dominate it, his tongue slipping into Craig’s mouth.

Jinx’s hands slid down Craig’s body and his hands gripped Craig’s ass, pulling him close and rubbing their hard cocks together.

Craig whimpered and arched up, desperate for more, and Jinx didn’t disappoint.

Breaking the kiss, Jinx dropped to his knees and tugged on Craig’s jeans.

Craig’s hands shook as he helped Jinx open his jeans and pull them down.

His leaking dick sprang free, and Jinx groaned before licking around the head, then taking him deep.

He swallowed, causing Craig to cry out as tight heat squeezed him, and he gripped Jinx’s hair as he fucked his mouth.

Jinx hummed as he sucked, then pulled off and spun Craig around, pulling his jeans farther down and exposing his ass.

Craig’s nails dug into the wall as Jinx palmed his asscheeks and spread them wide.

“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered before licking over Craig’s asshole.

“Fuck. I love how you taste.” He licked over Craig’s hole again and again until Craig was a dripping mess, then he pushed his tongue inside and Craig shook, his body ready to explode.

In and out, Jinx’s tongue fucked his ass, and when Craig heard the click of the tube of lube, he groaned and tried to spread his legs wider.

A finger replaced Jinx’s tongue and pushed into his ass, quickly followed by a second. Craig bit his lip, then cried out again when Jinx’s fingers found his prostate and rubbed it. He trembled, pushing back. “Jinx! Please.”

Jinx pulled his fingers free, and Craig looked over his shoulder as Jinx covered his dick with lube and stroked it.

Craig closed his eyes, his head resting on the wall as Jinx slowly slid inside.

“Fuck. You’re so tight,” Jinx grunted. Craig didn’t respond.

He couldn’t. He was floating in a sea of bliss as Jinx’s cock brushed his spot.

When Jinx was fully in, he leaned on Craig, kissed his cheek and whispered, “Gonna fuck you now.”

“Yes,” Craig gasped. He groaned long and loud as Jinx slid out, then grunted when he slammed back inside.

“Again,” he demanded, pushing back every time Jinx slammed inside his ass.

There was no better feeling than Jinx taking him like this, fucking him hard, and giving them both what they wanted.

He’d been so desperate all week, and now Jinx was fucking him how he’d demanded.

“Fuck you’re so tight. Love fucking you.”

“Yes,” Craig gasped. “Don’t stop.”

“Stroke your cock. Wanna feel you come on my dick.”

Craig whimpered as he took hold of his dick.

It jerked in his hand, and he pumped his hard flesh, his balls pulling up, his body rushing toward the edge.

He could hear Jinx pant behind him, hear the sound of their bodies slamming together, smell the scent of sex on the air and he squeezed his cock as he stroked until it was too much.

He shouted Jinx’s name as he came, his body bowing as ecstasy rushed through him, sweeping everything away.

He was dimly aware of Jinx groaning behind him, Jinx pounding into him a couple more times before his head rested on Craig’s shoulder.

When he came back to himself, he smiled when Jinx’s arms slid around his waist. “It’s been a long week,” Jinx murmured.

“It has, but it’s the weekend and we can spend all of it together.” Craig winced when Jinx pulled free, then laughed when Jinx picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. “Hey! I can walk, you know.”

Jinx slapped his ass. “I know, but I can go all caveman on you sometimes, plus I want to see you all naked and wet in the shower.”

“Hmm. I’m good with that.”

“And after our shower, I can dress you in one of the new outfits I bought you.”

Craig grinned when his feet touched the floor and he looked up into Jinx’s face, his hand lifting so he could trace the faint scar on Jinx’s cheek with his fingers. “New outfit?”

“Caught that, did you?” Jinx kissed him, then whispered, “Shower first and then I get to spoil my boy.”

Now that was something Craig could easily get behind, and with a kiss to Jinx’s lips, Craig kicked his jeans off and walked into the bathroom.