Asher
"Get your things and come with me."
I didn't wait to see his face. I was already moving, already halfway out of the office. Edmund scrambled after me, trying to stabilize himself after the tension filled moment we had back there—I had rather.
He was too busy trying to run away from me to realize what he was doing. I made a terrible mistake appearing behind him when I entered the office. I don't know what it was, but the second i was there, my thoughts became very dull.
Standing behind him, I could smell the distinct scent of his perfume. I stood so close that I could see the way his hair shone from the oil he applied to it.
Worst of all, I could see how he was breathing in my own perfume and that sight did dangerous things to my groin region. It took everything in me to not grab his neck and bend him over me there and then.
When he turned around and almost fell over, every logical thought was out of the window and I found myself reaching out and grabbing him before he could crash.
The moment our faces were inches away from each other's, it was like someone lit up a flame inside me and I knew that if I didn't let go of him, the both of us would have been naked and I wouldn't have given two fucks if the entire office knew what was going on.
"Where are we going?" he asked from behind me.
I didn't answer. We walked out of the building.
The car pulled up right on cue. I opened the door and got in. Edmund hesitated, then slid in beside me like he had no other option. Of course he has no other option.
"Are you just going to ignore me?" he asked.
I stared straight ahead. The driver pulled off.
Silence filled the car. In between trying to take deep breaths and getting my shit together, I was also fighting a fucking erection. What the hell was wrong with me? I've been at it lately and Damson's hole has been doing the job so why the fuck was I breathing like a touch starved freak?
The building came into view after a few minutes and I almost muttered a thank you to the gods. There were cameras everywhere. Reporters crowded the entrance, shouting names the moment the car slowed in front of the Global Entertainment building.
I stepped out first while Edmund came out from the other side and moved closer to me. My men surrounded us as we walked into the building.
"Stay close," I said.
He nodded.
Inside the elevator, the doors slid shut and the noise vanished. Only then did I look at him.
"This is a conference," I said. "We'll be here for three days."
His eyebrows shot up. "The fuck? You should have told me earlier."
I stared at him like he'd grown a second head.
He swallowed. "I mean… I would have packed and gotten ready, that's all I'm saying."
The elevator dinged. I stepped out. "You'll have everything you need here. You don't have to worry about going back to get your stuff."
A woman approached us with a professional smile plastered all over her face. "Mr. Asher, welcome. Let me show you to your room." I nodded.
She led us down a long hallway, her heels clicking softly. She stopped at a door and slid in the keycard.
Immediately, the view of the three bedroom suite came into our vision.
It was properly furnished with a decor that made the suite look like it was drawn straight out of a painting. I made a mental note to ask the owner of the building who the interior designer was. Whoever it is, they should be working for me.
"This will be your room. If you'd like something else, we can—"
"This will do," I said.
She smiled and left.
Edmund looked around. "Wow. This place is nice."
I took off my jacket.
"Wait," he said.
I turned. "What now?"
"Are we sharing a room?"
I blinked once. "What does it look like?"
"No," he said immediately. "Absolutely not."
I shrugged. "You don't get to choose."
"I'm not staying in the same room with you for three days."
"Then don't," I said, wrapping a towel around my waist. "Bathroom's free." Without another word, I entered the bathroom.
I showered longer than usual. Letting the water run down my face, I tried my very best to avoid the temptation of relieving myself. One, two, three….fuck!
I grabbed the body wash and rubbed it all over my skin. The soapy liquid layered every inch of my pores and I closed my eyes before giving into the temptation. Using the liquid, I rubbed my body, gently squeezing my nipples and with a final curse of defeat, I grabbed my cock.
Slowly, I stroked myself. Letting my mind settle around the object of my thoughts these days. That same object being a few feet away from me right at this very moment. I could find a way to pull him into the shower and make him pay for the sins his father committed against me.
Him, on his knees. Those blue eyes. Looking at me with so much warmth, and need. Begging and pleading for my cock. "Fuck!" I kept stroking myself, still imagining Edmund on his knees, with my cock in his mouth.
I leaned over the bathroom wall and increased my strokes. What would his tongue feel like, swirling around my tip? Edmund increased his pace—in my imagination and in a few minutes, I was coming all over the walls of the bathroom.
Soon, it would be his throat but until then, this would have to do. I finished showering and came out of the bathroom.
"I thought you were leaving."
"They're out of rooms."
I smirked. "Unfortunate."
He sighed. "Turn around so I can change."
I raised a brow. "I promise, I don't want whatever you're hiding. I'm sure it's all fat and potbelly."
He scoffed and stripped anyway. I walked into the dressing room and changed.
When I came back out, he was in briefs. Fuck me! Edmund's body was the pure definition of sin. It was at that moment I realized that sharing a room with him for the next three days was a fucking bad idea. God help me.
My eyes kept eye fucking him. He wasn't what I'd expected. Lean, but had a solid build. Long legs, those fucking long legs. Then my eyes landed on his back and holy moly.
"You like what you see?" he asked, suddenly forcing me out of my trance.
I forced a laugh. "Relax. I've seen better."
"Sure," he said roughly. "I'm convinced."
He walked past me into the bathroom.
I left the room and headed to the conference hall. I needed to put some distance between us before I do something I'll regret.
I was going to break Edmund, starting from today. He'll pay for what his father did to me. A few boners wasn't going to change that.
It's just a normal gay attraction. Nothing else….