Page 10 of Risque (Pack It In #1)

Jaxon

I should have known that I wouldn’t be able to focus during this meeting.

They’re discussing the new project, a new line that’s supposed to be even more delicate than the last. But something is off.

Ever since this morning watching Mila dive into those desserts, I’ve realized we’ve been neglecting a large part of our clientele.

The people who started all of this. The reason I created Epicurea in the first place.

“Scratch that,” I cut one of the executives off. “I know that we’re less than two weeks out from the main launch but this isn’t going to work. I was working through some of the samples through the last batch and I realized how inaccessible all of this is.”

Someone laughs. “Boss, it’s sugar. We’re allowed to be a little rich with it.”

“Yes, of course but when I started this company, does anyone remember what I wanted to sell?”

There’s a lot of fumbling for answers before one of the new board members raises his hand. I nod toward him to speak. “You said you wanted to sell dreams.”

“That’s right! And Brett, you were on the call this morning. What did I tell you about the raspberry globe?”

Brett clears his throat and leans back in his seat. “You said that the bitter aftertaste ruined the dream experience it provided, cutting it off abruptly and dragging you back into the real world.”

I nod again, appreciative of Mila’s efforts.

“This morning, I sat down with one of the employees from the café and he gave me an entirely different perspective. I realized how far we’ve strayed from the original mission.

I’m going to spend the next few days taking all of your ideas and tweaking it just enough to put out something that goes back to those early days. ”

There’s no groaning, no disgust in my declaration. In fact, I’m seeing that most of them are happy with this direction. I should have realized I started to lose my way after Selena passed but I just couldn’t see it.

Someone chuckles. “It’s about time. Welcome back boss. I’m guessing we’re going to be having a few late nights next week?”

“I apologize—”

Jasmine laughs from the other side of the room.

“Jax, no one blames you for anything. We were here at the start and we’ll be here at the end, wherever that takes us.

Now, no one bother our boss so he can give us the new layout for our project reveal in two weeks.

Just a question, what flavor are you thinking? ”

I mull over it and then shrug. I kind of want to ask Mila. “When I find out, I’ll let you know.”

I pat the table twice, letting them know the meeting is over before hastily walking back to my office and shutting the door.

A frown takes over my face as I see the room absent of Mila but brush it off.

I’ll see him this evening and I need to concentrate now that I’ve found my creative spirit again.

Rushing over to my desk, I slide into my seat and message one of the directors at the factory for a few samples as well as a time to meet tomorrow morning.

Then I focus on the advertising department, tasking them with finding a few catchy slogans—fruity ones that will bring in everyone , not just the elites and high class.

“Hey, yeah, Sammy? We’re going in a different direction.” I haven’t spoken with the design team in almost a month, afraid that I’d fuck everything up with my inability to taste and smell. I start rattling off what I’m thinking, something custard , something soft, something…

A high-pitched whine floods the room, cutting off my words. Seconds later, I’m strangled by that citrus scent again, my cock pressing against my suit pants and my knot threatening to swell.

What the fuck?

I push my seat back a little and look under the desk to see Mila, flushed and needy, the Omega amidst several pillows and blankets. His lips are parted, white film dripping down his chin as he stares at my cock.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Jax? You still there?”

Fuck.

I reach my hand out to try and calm Mila beneath my desk as I continue speaking to Sammy but Mila isn’t content to stay put. I bite back a groan as his petite fingers fall to my thighs, his scent thickening further. And that’s when I feel his mouth on my cock through my pants.

Shit.

“Sammy, let me—fuck—call you back.”

“I’ve got meetings all day and tomorrow. How does Friday sound?”

“ Perfect, ” I growl out before hanging up and then bending over to try and drag Mila off of me.

He’s completely gone, lost to whatever this haze is but it’s so much worse than before.

He’s actually whining , disappointed that he can’t have my cock but I’m about to bust a nut in my pants if he continues.

“Hey, sweetheart. Not here. Let’s get you home, okay? ”

I reach toward him just as my office door opens, Jasmine storming in and planting herself in a chair across from my desk. Her nose wrinkles, her eyes darting around the room. “Where is Mr. Grey?”

“Mr. Grey? Oh, I sent him home because he wasn’t feeling too well. I couldn’t have him in the office smelling like this.”

Jasmine nods, folding one leg over the other. I grit my teeth, my jaw pulling tight as Mila’s hands slide up my legs and start undoing my belt. I reach for his hand but then feel teeth sink into my finger. Jesus Christ.

I shift forward a little, making it easier for Mila to reach as I scoot closer to my desk.

“I wasn’t expecting you to come in here after you basically told everyone I’d be busy.

” Mila’s greedy hands dip into my boxers once he undoes the first button, his soft hands around my length making me fight back the urge to buck forward.

Instead, I thread my fingers into his curls, guiding him forward. The moment he unearths my cock, I already feel like I’m going to blow my load but I hold back, waiting for his touch.

Jasmine chuckles. “I came to check in on you. You haven’t sent me one nasty call or text about the new assistant.”

“I sent him home , Jaz. He was perfuming everywhere. Why the fuck did you think he was going to survive here?” I bark out a laugh to cover up a moan as his tongue swipes over the tip, tasting the precum beading there.

He makes a few more passes before sucking me into his mouth, just enough to taste.

I’m greedy for more, the warmth of his lips making it hard to stay still as he continues to tease just the tip of my cock.

“Just making sure everything is okay. You seem a lot more energized than yesterday and I’m glad to see it.” She pats the table, still looking around. “Now, can we discuss…”

“Fuck, no, ” I growl out, needing Jasmine to be anywhere other than in my office.

Mila’s got his hands wrapped around my knot, squeezing in alternating pulses as he continues to suck on my tip.

I might die. “Jaz, I love you but that was a lot in there. I’ve got three other factories to call and then I need to start brainstorming. I even pulled out the sketch pad.”

I haven’t. Not yet but only because Mila is sucking my cock right now.

Jasmine throws me a smile as she pushes to her feet. “Yeah, yeah. I get it. I know when you get into one of your zones. I’ll make sure everyone knows. Give me a flavor before you leave.”

I can only nod, gripping the desk as I watch her leave and don’t move until the door is closed. A heavy groan leaves my lips as I roll my chair back an inch, Mila chasing my cock with his lips.

“Sweetheart, what the fuck is going on?”

“Heat. So hot. Need you,” he mumbles before taking me back into his mouth.

I just lean back and let him take what he needs, his head bobbing up and down furiously, gathering more and more precum on his tongue. My hips start to shift forward, my hand back in his hair as I guide his movements. Just as I’m about to unload down his throat, I yank him back.

I have no idea what he’s ready for; we haven’t talked about it but the whine he gives me tells me that next time I’ll give it to him.

However, we haven’t talked about this either. I have no idea what to do, my balls drawn up tight, the need to come just at the edge.

Mila reaches forward and squeezes my knot again before dragging his free hand down my length and flicking his thumb over my tip.

His mouth is still open, his tongue dangling over his bottom lip as I come, squirting all over his face and chest. He looks like he’s in heaven, covered in my scent, my cock emptying all over the pretty little Omega.

He continues stroking me until I’m spent, his body sagging a little, his eyes clearing.

I can’t help myself as I reach forward to swipe my cum from his cheek and offer it to him, wondering if this is what he was truly seeking.

Mila’s eyes widen and he sucks the two digits into his mouth, cleaning them up completely before letting them fall from his lips.

I repeat the motion again and again until he’s as clean as he can be given the circumstances, Mila humming every time I feed my release to him.

I’m already hard and leaking again by the time we finish, Mila’s eyes dropping down to my cock again.

The scent of his slick fills the air, the Omega wiggling on his knees for more than I can give him at work.

Thank fuck there’s no cameras in here.

“Mila, not here. Let’s pack up and go for that drink, okay?”

He hesitates and then nods as I point to the little bathroom for him to use again.

I need to get the both of us out of here before I knot him over the edge of my desk.

Which means that the drink I’m offering him will have to be at the house.

No way is our first time going to be in a fucking bar bathroom.

The question is will Mila accept?