Boyfriend

EVIE

“What the hell was that?” Sam asked.

“You needed to cool down.” I shrugged. “Evidently, watching me go for a little roll in my snowbanks worked.”

He blinked. “I cannot believe you just said that.”

“You’re not the only one with jokes, Vázquez.”

I deeply cared about Sam at this point, and watching him blow up and cost himself the chance to save his livelihood from total collapse… I knew I had to do something to stop him. Derailing that phone call was worth the improper display I just gave him.

Not to mention, part of me enjoyed the feeling of his eyes on me. I hadn’t even planned on finishing myself, but something about him observing me made it impossible to stop.

His mouth twitched like he was trying to hold back a smile. “Evie?”

I smirked, charmed by the sexual frustration emanating from his toasty red cheeks. “Vázquez?”

Sam sighed. “You need to leave before I do something completely inappropriate for the office.”

“Oh, does… does that mean I should go wash my hands?” I asked seductively, cruising around the side of his desk toward him. “Because they’re a little wet.”

“Evie…,” he muttered, rising from his chair.

I stole a step closer. “If only there was someone here who could clean them for me…”

“Evie, don’t,” he cautioned.

On my next step, he clutched my wrists, fastening them between our chests. But even as he held me there, he eyed the fingers I’d just used on myself as if he were fighting the temptation.

I bit my lower lip as I waited for him to give in. He was so close, and it was clear how badly he wanted to lick me clean.

“Go ahead, baby,” I whispered, giving him one last push, making sure to include the little pet name he liked.

His hot breath swept over my skin as he swiftly drew my two fingertips past his lips. His tongue curled around each one, and my stomach plummeted with the sensation.

I honestly didn’t even know how much he could taste. It was probably just the scent or the idea of it that got him going—but to each his own. Any piece of me he admired, I would offer. Any attention he gave, I would accept.

The drafty air swirled around my fingers as they slid from his lips.

“Come over tonight,” Sam demanded through gritted teeth.

“I can’t,” I said with a sigh. “I have to pack. My apartment’s almost finished.”

“Are you gonna need help moving?” he asked. “Frankly, I could use the distraction from the now twenty percent demand Lowry’s thrown at me.”

“If you want to help, you can. But for now, don’t worry about this merger. We’ll go through the contract again and see what we can do from there, all right?”

He agreed, and I turned, leaving him alone and rock-hard behind his desk.

After a brief trip to the washroom to clean myself up, I sat in front of my computer, doing a deep dive on William Lowry, Jr.

His father had started the law firm back in the day, and Lowry’s Facebook page showed a profile picture of him, his wife, and his son at a fancy lake house. So, it seemed Lowry was a bit of a family man.

After pulling up the company’s info, I snatched the phone from my desk and dialed. As it rang, I sat back in my chair, twirling the thick, coiled cord around a finger.

“Good afternoon; this is Becky Dalton with Lowry Incorporated. How may I direct your call?” came the voice over the line.

“Hi, Becky, this is Evangeline Beckett, Mr. Vázquez’s secretary. He asked me to give Mr. William Lowry a call with a few last-minute questions about the documents Mr. Lowry is faxing over for the merger.”

“Uh, sure,” Becky said. “If you want me to write the questions down, I can have Mr. Lowry call back with answers.”

I speedily scanned Lowry’s Facebook page for his relationship info. “Actually, Mr. Lowry’s wife, Kathrine, is a friend, and I was also hoping to give him a message for her. Unrelated to work, of course. It’ll only take a moment.”

“Oh.” Becky paused as if considering, but it was a pretty tame request. “Very well. I’ll patch you through. One moment, please.”

Glancing at Sam’s frosted glass door, I prayed he’d stay inside and remain unaware of me sticking my nose into his business matters.

“This is William Lowry,” said a voice after a moment.

“Hi, Mr. Lowry. This is Mr. Vázquez’s secretary. I was hoping to have a quick word per Mr. Vázquez’s request, if that’s all right?”

To his credit, Lowry only paused a moment before saying, “Absolutely. What can I do for you?”

“Mr. Vázquez understands why you feel the changes to the contract are necessary, but he also asked me to remind you why they’re not. If this firm succeeds, you stand to make a substantial income even at a ten percent quarterly rate.

“By upping the percentage, you’re slowly but surely bleeding this company dry. If Mr. Vázquez’s employees aren’t financially compensated the way they should be, they will find new jobs, meaning our firm—in due time—will fail.

“If that happens, you won’t even make your twenty percent profit, let alone ten.”

“I can see how that would be a concern, but—”

“Mr. Lowry…your father started Lowry Incorporated from nothing, and it grew into something more than he could’ve ever imagined. I’m sure he struggled back in the day, and I’m sure he needed help at some point.

“With this merger, you’re offering Mr. Vázquez that same help. But it’s also free money for you.”

“So, what’s Sam proposing?” William asked. “To cycle back to the previous contract?”

“Actually, no,” I said, feeling bold. “Mr. Vázquez is countering with a seven percent quarterly rate.”

“That’s less than the first proposal!” Mr. Lowry huffed in shock.

“You can’t put a price on family, Mr. Lowry,” I said. “And the people here…they’re family. I’m sure you, of all people, can understand that.”

A sigh echoed through the phone, and I hoped like hell that my little lecture was enough to get through to him.

“Very well,” Lowry said. “I’ll draw up a new contract and fax it over. You should have it by tomorrow.”

I silently fist-pumped. “Thank you, Mr. Lowry.”

I hung up, closed my computer tabs, and went about my day—booking appointments, canceling them, and taking calls. I didn’t want to get Sam excited until the contracts were faxed, so I would withhold this morsel of information for now.

***

Later that night, I was packing boxes of old clothing in my bedroom after my family had gone to sleep. I should really turn in as well—it was past midnight, and I had to work tomorrow. But I was still too keyed up from everything that had happened.

I couldn’t believe what I’d done in Sam’s office. Was it stupid that I wanted to do it again, this time letting him in on the action?

~Bad idea.~ If we couldn’t even keep things business casual at work, there was no hope for us.

~Ping.~ My cell chimed from the nightstand.

I flipped it over to find a video and a message from Sam.

Vázquez

You showed me yours, so I figured it’s only fair that I show you mine…

I smirked, sliding open the video to get a better look.

Sam stood in front of a full-length mirror, as handsome as ever, his forest-green tie undone around his white collar and his button-up slightly open to flaunt his chiseled core.

Though his pants hung on his hips, the unzipped flaps in the front dangled open. He was fully erect, his palm slowly gliding along his thick, lengthy cock.

~Clearly, I’m not the only one who’s still up…~

I clenched my thighs to ease the ache between them. Sam’s generous strokes teased at the rim around his cock head. I lusted to trace that exact spot with the tip of my tongue.

I peeled my view from the screen, tossed the cardboard boxes from my bed, and claimed my tiny vibrator from my dresser drawer.

After turning out my lights and spreading out on my mattress, I pulled up his video again as I wedged the humming silicone against my anxious clit.

Sam’s two-minute-long erotic message continued, and I watched raptly, letting the toy work its magic all the while.

I wondered if this was how surprised Sam had felt this afternoon. I knew I’d watch this at least three times tonight before saving it in a private folder on my phone. No way would I ever delete it.

Samuel Andrés Vázquez was shaping up to be one hell of a boyfriend.