However, her gaze remained riveted to Damien, and her brows rose with fascination as she noted that his wide-eyed stare was locked onto Brian’s cock, and that his Adam’s apple bobbed with a hard spasm as he watched Brian’s hand gliding along the rigid pole in lazy strokes.

But his head moved with a static shake as he finally tore his gaze away from the man behind the desk, and there was a frown knitting his brow as he shifted his attention back to her.

“I need to leave,” he mumbled. “I don’t think ...”

“You want to touch it, don’t you?” she cut him off in a husky whisper as she reached up and stroked his cheek with a gentle caress.

“What?” he gasped, his tone heavy with mortification, his face shadowed by a look of embarrassment.

“His cock,” she murmured. “It’s beautiful. It’s only natural you’d want to touch it.”

“I ...”

“And suck it,” she added with a quiet chuckle.

“... never said that.”

“Tell me I’m wrong,” she dared him as she reached down and palmed the solid bulge at the front of his pants. “Tell me you weren’t imagining what it would be like to suck his cock.”

“I wasn’t,” he asserted, his tone loaded with a decisiveness which his guilty expression at once refuted.