Miles’s eyes had been slipping shut when he realized what Ian meant. He snapped them open. “You can’t seriously…” He glanced at Liam and glared at Ian. “Seriously? Your son is right there.”
Ian didn’t look fazed. He shrugged carelessly, glancing at his watch. “My son is three, not an infant. He can play on his own for a few minutes, and we’ll be within earshot. Come on.” Taking Miles’s wrist, he pulled him up and out of the room.
Though “pulled” was probably incorrect. There was some pressure on his wrist, but Ian wasn’t pulling him out of the room, per se. Miles was well aware that he could free himself any moment—if he wanted.
If he wanted.
His stomach squirming, Miles glanced back at Liam for the last time. The boy was already engrossed with his toy train as Miles followed his father to the adjoined bathroom, his heart pounding.
“You’re making me feel like a terrible nanny,” Miles said as Ian closed the bathroom door. “More terrible than I already thought I was.”
His gaze cool, Ian unhooked his belt and started working on his fly.
Miles’s mouth filled with saliva. God, why was this so hot? Watching a handsome, arrogant man in an expensive suit unzip his fly shouldn’t be so bloody hot.
“I’ll be the judge of it,” Ian said. “Aren’t I the one who pays your salary?”
A laugh bubbled in Miles’s chest. “You pay me for being your son’s nanny, not for sucking your cock!”
Ian raised his eyebrows, his lips twitching. “I sure hope not. A prostitute would be significantly cheaper. Get on your knees.”
Miles tried to glare at him, but it probably wasn’t very convincing considering the fact that his knees had already given out and his hand was already stroking Ian’s cock to full hardness. It took just a few strokes this time before Ian was completely hard in his hand.
Miles stared at the proud erection jutting out of Ian’s fly—Ian was still fully clothed but for his undone fly—and licked his lips.
Fuck, he wanted to suck it.
“This is so wrong,” he still tried. “Liam is just a wall away. This is weird, Ian.”
“Don’t be a prude,” Ian said, taking Miles’s face and nudging his cock against his mouth. “He can’t see us.” He glanced at his watch, “Seventeen minutes now.”
Miles glared at him but took his cock into his mouth. He couldn’t deny that there was something arousing about sucking Ian’s cock in broad daylight. There was plenty of staff around at this hour. Someone was supposed to arrive with Liam’s breakfast soon. They could come across him sucking his boss’s cock any moment now.
The thought made him moan around the length in his mouth. The hard floor was hell on his knees, but the pain just added to the sensation, making everything sharper and more intimate. When Ian finally grabbed his hair and started fucking his mouth with short, fast strokes, Miles felt the now familiar thrill shoot through his body. He liked this. Fuck, he loved this so much. He loved giving up all control to Ian and feel Ian take pleasure in him.
By the time he felt Ian’s come hit the back of his throat, his jaw was aching, his throat was sore, and his head kind of hurt from hair-pulling, but he could barely think from arousal.
“Thirteen minutes,” Ian said, checking his watch. “Good boy.”
Shivering, Miles buried his face against Ian’s abs and quickly got himself off while Ian’s fingers played with his hair. He came with a high-pitched whine, the noise muffled by Ian’s warm skin.
The fingers in his hair still stroked it for a small while before Ian pulled away to straighten his clothes.
Miles opened his eyes and watched him dazedly, still feeling off after his orgasm. He wanted… He wanted Ian’s hands back on him.
Finished with his clothes, Ian looked at him. A strange expression flickered across his face.
“Come on,” he said roughly, taking Miles’s arm and hauling him up. He fixed Miles’s fly.
Mike just blinked at him. His mind felt… empty, but not in a bad way. He felt mellow, loose. He wanted to bury his face in the crook of Ian’s neck. He wanted to be held.
He didn’t want Ian to go.
His shook his head, trying to clear his head, unsure why he suddenly felt so damn needy.
Ian studied him with a slight frown, his eyes attentive.
Later, Miles would blame it on his brain still not working properly after his orgasm. Later, he would come up with dozens of reasons for why he’d done it.
But at that moment, he didn’t really have a reason. It just felt natural.
He wanted it.
Miles took half a step closer, pulled Ian’s head down, and kissed him softly on the lips.
Ian inhaled sharply, but he didn’t push him away in disgust as Miles half-expected him to.