Page 47 of His Secret Betrayal (Cedarwood Valley Duology #2)

Luke

“ Y ou look good enough to eat,” I murmur to Alek.

His soft, shuddering breath is loud in the privacy of his car and it makes me squirm.

A low buzz of arousal already thrums through my veins, a warm heat pooling in my belly.

Glancing at him through my peripheral, I drink in the sight of those taunt, muscular forearms. His eyes flick over to mine, his pupils darkening before they return to the road.

“You’re going to be good and do exactly as I say, aren’t you?”

That’s what he purred into my ear as we departed from the wedding reception, the heat in his gaze warming my skin as I squirmed with need.

His ability to command my body with just one sentence, the exchange of trust and power that makes me want to melt onto the floor while my mind buzzes, was soon replaced with the need to touch him.

Honestly, I feel like I’m about to come unglued for this man.

“Keep saying shit like that and this night is going to be over before it begins,” Alek warns, giving the growing bulge between his legs a pointed look. “There is one more thing we need to discuss first though.”

“Oh?”

“About work.”

I frown. “Is that really what you want to talk about right now?” Personally, I would much rather slide my hand down those massive thighs and stroke his cock just to see if he’s capable of driving in a straight line while I make my big guy feel good.

Based on his knowing smirk, he probably has an inkling of where my thoughts are going.

Straight into the gutter.

One hand leaves the steering wheel to grasp my own, our fingers interlacing. When he brings the back of my hand to his lips to place a soft kiss there, I realize how serious he looks and immediately sober up.

“I don’t want to be your boss anymore, baby.”

There’s a sinking sensation in my stomach, my belly doing nervous flips as the blood drains from my face.

My hardening cock deflates, and I stare at him.

Is he firing me? Like right now ? Tears spring to my eyes and I furiously blink them away.

I adore my job, appreciate the creativity it affords me, and I love seeing Alek every day.

Does he not like my work?

At my continued silence, Alek glances over at me. He startles upon seeing my expression, the car swerving a bit before he gently corrects it. “No, no, no,” he quickly reassures me. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not like that. Shit, I’m fucking this conversation up, aren’t I?”

“Are you firing me?” I ask weakly.

Alek curses under his breath, the tires squealing as he abruptly jerks the wheel and we skid to a halt on the side of the road. In one swift movement, he throws the gear shift into park and pushes his seat back. Then he’s unlatching both of our seat belts and tapping his thigh.

“Come here.”

Not having to be told twice, I quickly scramble onto his lap.

His hands latch onto my hips, guiding me until I’m sitting on him, my knees on either side of his thighs.

It’s a little cramped, but when it comes to Alek, I don’t particularly need any personal space.

His hands run soothing circles down my back, and I sigh as I lean into his touch.

“Just hear me out, okay? Instead of being your boss…I want us to be on more equal footing. I think this will be good for us.”

I woosh out a breath of relief, my curiosity piqued now. “You could have led with that,” I mutter.

A flush creeps across his cheeks. “Sorry.”

I cling onto his shoulders, dragging one hand down his broad chest. Touching him always soothes me, his strength my anchor. “What do you have in mind?”

“I want to create a mutually beneficial business arrangement for both of us. Baby, your drawings—that’s some raw fucking talent. Your eye for detail, your imagination, the sensuality…I’ve never seen anything like it.”

My cheeks grow hot, my heart thumping under his generous praise.

“I think you should start taking commissions.”

I blink. “Like custom orders? ”

He nods enthusiastically. “I’ve done some research.

There’s a growing market of authors willing to pay for artists to bring their stories to life, and it’s not easy to find a good artist who can create pieces that are both beautiful and erotic.

I’ll give you the space and all the materials you need, as well as allow you to promote yourself under my business name, but I won’t be your boss.

Instead, I’ll take a small percentage of the profits in exchange.

You will decide what commissions you take, when you take them, and what hours you work.

The pricing and any other guidelines will be completely up to you.

I’ll be hands off, other than providing you with whatever you need to run the operation and helping promote it. ”

My head rears back and I stare at him.

Some of his hopeful smile slips when I remain silent for too long, but I can’t help it. The words won’t come.

“What do you think? We can negotiate, of course. And you can always pick up some book cover commissions on the side, to help while you get this off the ground. Or—”

I slam my lips down over his, cutting his words off when our teeth clash together. He grunts softly, a surprised little noise pulled from his throat as I kiss him. This time, I don’t give him a chance to take over. My fingers latch into his hair, holding him in place as I kiss, and kiss, and kiss…

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Alek says breathlessly, looking dazed and a little pleased as we pull apart and gasp for air.

“That’s a hell yes,” I pant, giving into the urge to circle my hips so our cocks rub together.

Alek shudders against me, the minute action sending a thrill of elation through me.

Then his hands are cupping my ass, kneading and squeezing as he helps me grind.

He groans, tilting his head back as his eyes go half-mast. With his neck bared to me, I take the opportunity to skim my teeth down that span of smooth, vulnerable skin before latching onto the bare space above the collar of his suit and sucking.

“Greedy,” he hisses.

I hum my agreement, not bothering to deny something we both know is true. When it comes to him, I am greedy . “Tell me how you want me to fuck you tonight,” I plead, breathlessly.

“Luke,” he gasps, his moan ratcheting up my own need.

Then his hand is grabbing mine in a firm grip and guiding it to his hard cock.

A strangled moan escapes me as he squeezes my hand, guiding me up and down the outline of his trouser-clad length.

Unable to help myself, I peer down and watch the way our hands move together as he indulges me.

“You’ll be a good boy and start by sucking on my cock.”

Stroke.

“Then you’re going to bury your tongue in my hole.”

Stroke.

“You’re going to give me your fingers so you can open me up nice and slow.”

Stroke.

“Yes,” I whine. “I want that… please .”

Alek makes a keening, desperate little moan as his face contorts and I nearly come right then.

Precum oozes from my throbbing cock, coating the inside of my boxer briefs and making them sticky.

“I’m not going to last much longer if—” His sentence is broken off with another gaspy moan, the delicate sound filling me with a desperation to see him come.

I’m responsible for making him feel this good.

Me.

When he pulls his hand away, I can’t help but push my luck a little further.

Despite knowing that he’s so close, knowing that I’m playing with fire here.

I give him one last, firm squeeze. “I’m going to be so good for you,” I promise.

“I’m going to fuck you into the mattress until you’re screaming my name, big guy. ”

His eyes flash with a combination of hunger and impatience before grabbing my hips and practically tossing me back onto the passenger seat.

Then he’s growling something unintelligible under his breath as he throws the car back into drive.

When the tires squeal, I can’t stop my delighted laughter from breaking free.

Despite my amusement, I’m throbbing with the need to be inside him, and I can’t wait to feel his tight heat choking my cock.

“You like being good for me, don’t you?” Alek whispers, his thumb brushing a stray tear off my cheek.

I whimper around his cock, my eyelids drooping as my own precum dribbles onto the comforter beneath me.

I give him one last slurping suck before pulling off.

Alek is splayed beneath me, every glorious inch of his naked body on display as I lay between his spread thighs.

His angry, swollen cock is hard as steel, copious amounts of precum dribbling down his shaft.

I love making him feel good, love the little praises he rewards me with while he gives those needy thrusts, those deep, growly grunts while his hands skim over my body like he can’t stop touching me.

Making him feel good makes me feel good.

He deserves to be blissed out of his mind with pleasure, even though my own cock is throbbing.

I thrust my hips against the soft blanket, the light friction giving me some relief.

Remembering his instructions from the car, I pull his thighs up, my hands diving down to pull his ass cheeks apart.

Without hesitation, I run my tongue down his taint, not stopping until I reach his hole.

A strangled curse flies from his mouth as I get him nice and wet, circling his hole for a while before gently dipping inside.

I stroke in and out, letting his breathy moans guide me.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispers.

Fuck. If he doesn’t stop talking like that, I’m going to come.

“Alek,” I warn, although it comes out as more of a whine.

He huffs out a quiet laugh, not at all repentant for turning me into a needy, whimpering mess. “Give me your fingers.”

Grabbing the lube beside me, I flip it open and drizzle a generous amount between his cheeks before coating my fingers and cock.