I pushed myself away from the cheap pressed wood desk, took the last swig of the lukewarm coffee before tossing it in the trash can, and headed to the third floor to see Lars. Determined to get him to see things my way, I focused on the gold “E” that sat on top of the black marble floor of the elevator as I thought about what I was to say to him. With poise, I walked with purpose to the desk of Lars’ secretary and flashed my smile.
“Hi, Griffin,” she said sweetly.
“Hello. Is he available?” I inquired.
Just as she was about to answer, the door to Lars’ office opened, and he appeared. He seemed surprised to see me standing there, but his greeting was warm, as always.
“Griffin, what’s up?” he asked and stepped toward me.
“I was just taking a small break and came up to see if you had a few minutes.”
“I always have time for you, Griffin. Come in,” Lars invited and told his secretary to hold all of his calls.
Once inside his office, I wandered to the windows that stretched from the floor to ceiling. He had an incredible view of the lake at the back of the building, and tons of natural light filled his office.
“You have a great view from here,” I commented and shoved my hands in the pockets of my pants. “There’s a lot of natural light in here. I bet it makes for a much happier working atmosphere,” I angled.
“Is your unhappiness about your office what you came to discuss with me, Griffin?” Lars asked dryly.
I turned on my heels to face him. He was leaning against his desk, making this a friendly, casual conversation. Had he returned to his seat behind the desk, I would have known his business hat was on.
“No. That’s not what I came to discuss. However, I hate my office, and I’m frustrated that I’m still down on the second floor,” I said as calmly as I could.
“Your father’s office remains empty and waiting for you … when the time is right.” He paused as we stared at one another. “If you didn’t come to talk to me about your father’s office calling your name, what’s on your mind?”
I took a few steps forward, folded my arms across my chest, and took a deep breath.
“Audrey.”
“Audrey?”
“Yes. I don’t want her name in our book, Lars,” I said firmly.
His bright blue eyes searched my face as if he was seriously considering my words. He finally looked down at the cuffs of his long-sleeved shirt. In silence, he unbuttoned them and rolled them up to his elbow. When he finally looked up at me again, his gaze was different, though I couldn’t place my finger on how or why.
“Out of curiosity, why?” he asked smoothly.
“Isn’t it obvious? Audrey being in that book could possibly leave Riley parentless. My mother went into that book, and look at what happened. It made me parentless.”
“Riley might have a loving aunt and uncle, just like you did, Griffin.”
“I’m not denouncing that I wasn’t fortunate, but I think you and I both know that Riley most likely isn’t that lucky.”
Lars stood to his full height and walked over to where I stood. His eyes moved back and forth, searching my eyes. Since we were close to the same height of six-feet-two, we were pretty much eye to eye.
“That kind of reprieve comes with a price tag, Griffin.” I narrowed my eyes at him when he raised an eyebrow at me. “Are you willing to pay for that?”
I shrugged. Money meant nothing, yet everything to the men in my family. Lars knew I had money that my father left for me, plus I had an excellent salary here.
“You know I have money.”
“I’m not talking about cash, Griffin.”
I raised my eyebrow at him this time.
“I’m not selling or giving you any of my shares in Evans Financial,” I stated firmly.
No way in fucking hell was I trading him any portion of my stake in the company.
“Relax, Griffin. I’m not looking for money or your stocks,” he said calmly.
“Fine. Then what? Name it, and it’s yours.”
Lars dropped his gaze as he unzipped the fly of his black pants. He pulled out his cock and slowly stroked the length of it in his hand.
“I’m only seeking something I’ve wanted … and perhaps, something you’ve wanted. You can wrestle with your conscience over that later. However, you want something now. You give me what I want, and when you come over to the house tomorrow, you can pull the page with her name out of the book yourself.”
“You’re serious.”
I stared at him and fought the urge to look down. When I finally did, I could see that his cock was already firming in his hand. I began to strain against my own pants, though I had never been a bottom. I bottomed to no one. Ever. Yet, I was standing here as if I were considering it. And honestly, if a blow job were all it would take to ensure the safety of Riley’s mother, then it was a no-brainer.
“Serious as a heart attack, Griffin.” I flicked my eyes up from his cock to his eyes again. “Griffin, I know you’re a kinky fuck; you always have been. I don’t believe this has never crossed your mind. This can’t be that far out of your range of morals.”
I laughed and couldn’t believe what I was hearing from him. Not because this had never crossed my twisted mind, but because it had crossed his mind. Lars knew that I was kinky and had some less than mainstream sexual preferences. Perhaps my strait-laced uncle-in-law was just as kinky as I was.
Lazily, I unfolded my arms and let one of my hands drop down to the fly of my pants. While keeping my eyes on him, I stroked the outline of my hard cock. Before I would lower to my knees, there was a bit of business to clarify.
“So, if I suck your dick, you’ll guarantee that Audrey’s name will be removed from our journal?”
“Not only a blow job, Griffin.” Lars took another step closer, reached around, and grabbed my ass. “I’ll own your ass.”
I glared at him as I thought about what his proposal entailed. He quickly piped up, perhaps afraid I’d back down. No way in hell was I going to back down, but he didn’t need to know that right away.
“You can remove her name from the journal yourself when you come over tomorrow for the party,” he reiterated.
“What about my office?” I tossed that out in the air.
He let go of my ass and patted my jaw.
“Griffin, there are lots of opportunities for you to move up very quickly.”
I was slightly annoyed that this was all it would have taken to move up fast; he could have told me that ten years ago when I was twenty.
“Why didn’t you tell me that ten years ago?”
“You weren’t ready yet.”
I was sick to death of hearing that line.
“What about Aunt Marlowe? Wouldn’t this”—I gestured between us—“put you in our journal?”
“Secrets, Griffin. You and I have both been very good about keeping secrets.”
Of course, I knew he would say that. The same double standard my own father had. Still, it didn’t detract from me wanting this. Lars clasped his hand down on my shoulder and jostled me.
“I’ve never bottomed to anyone,” I admitted.
“There’s a first time for everything, Griffin,” he said as he applied some pressure on my shoulder.
I kept my eyes glued on his as I went down on one knee. Even when the musk of his groin filled my nostrils, I didn’t take my eyes away. He weaved his hand through my hair and guided me toward his hard cock while his eyes bore into mine.
My pulse sped up as I opened my mouth, ready for this act that would cross many lines. But I didn’t give a fuck about lines. He smacked my cheeks with his heavy cock and then instructed me to lick the bead of pre-cum that had gathered on his crimson head. Oddly, I didn’t find it repulsive and eagerly lapped at his crown.
“Good, Griffin,” he crooned.
Very quickly, my hands gripped the waistband of his pants as I moved my mouth forward and backward on his shaft. I sucked and swallowed pre-c
um as his hips slowly moved, causing the front of his gold belt buckle to hit my forehead while forcing my nose between the fly of his wool pants.
Without warning, warm jets of fluid coated the inside of my mouth. I swallowed load after load of his creamy seed, as I felt like my cock was ready to explode. Under his direction, I remained still while he continued to sputter into my mouth, and he nursed himself down until he pulled out. Our eyes remained on one another as I swallowed one more time while I was still on one knee.
“Do you need to come?” he asked the most ridiculous question as he tucked his softening cock back inside his pants.
“Yeah,” I said honestly.
“Why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon off, Griffin. Go home and take care of that hard-on,” he suggested as he bent at the waist and crushed his mouth against mine. His tongue claimed every corner of my mouth, which only made me harder. “Love you, Griff,” he said when he pulled away from me and walked toward his desk.
As I stood, I tucked in the portion of my shirt that had come out from my pants during our exchange. He mumbled about finishing up a few last minute things before he headed out for the rest of the afternoon. He called out to me when I put my hand on the door handle.
“Griffin, why don’t you come over in the early afternoon tomorrow?”
“The party doesn’t start until 7:00,” I reminded him.
“Your aunt has a hair and nail appointment in the early afternoon. You and I can have lunch out on the patio and remove Audrey’s name from the journal.” His eyes moved down my body, and then he raised his eyebrows. “We can go for a walk and chat about the party.”
“That sounds good,” I said and left with a smile.
I made my way to my crappy office on the second floor to grab my jacket and leave for the day. I was sure to smile at Monica as I exited the building and headed to my car. Things had definitely shifted between me and Lars. I was going to reap the benefits and take advantage of every opportunity. Just as my father had told me over and over, greed drove everything, and it was driving me.
Chapter Three
Slowly my eyes opened, and I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. It was a quarter ’til seven in the morning, and I had slept peacefully through the night. Taking hold of my soft shaft, I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling.
My cock rapidly hardened as my mind drifted back to yesterday in Lars’ office. In some wild, fucked up corner of my warped mind that fantasy had laid buried for over a decade. Never had I imagined it would have come to fruition. I stroked my cock as I recalled how he took control of my mouth. No one had ever done that. He alluded to possibly more if I came over early today while Aunt Marlowe was out at the salon. I fantasized about being naked at the foot of his bed while he beckoned for me to satisfy his dark yearnings. I had plenty to do before going to Aunt Marlowe and Lars’ estate, so I wasted no time and jacked myself off with urgency.
Before I went to bed last night, I decided that I would drive down to Ann Arbor this morning and stop into the campus store to get Riley a University of Michigan sweatshirt that would fit him. I was almost sure that his mom didn't have a lot of funds lying around; they each had a room at Marlowe and Lars’ home. If it wasn’t enough that I attended the University of Michigan, this might help to subliminally burn into Riley’s head that Michigan was the place to attend.
I hung the garment bag over the hook in the backseat that contained my tux for tonight. Since I planned on going straight to Lars’ estate as soon as I returned to Grand Rapids, I made sure that I had everything I needed for the party tonight.
The two-hour drive to Ann Arbor afforded me the time to conjure up possible scenarios between Lars and me. He enjoyed walks in the woods, and my mind ran wild with that. In the recesses of my head was a mental image of me fucking him, but I wasn’t sure if that was part of the arrangement. Since he mentioned that he’d own my ass, I didn’t think that me fucking him would fly.
Lars had every feature of the all-American middle-aged man that any woman who had a thing for older men would find attractive. He was very fit for his age, and even though he didn’t have an obvious six-pack of abs, you could definitely see the faint lines of their existence in the past. Lars was about my height with bright blue eyes and a captivating smile. His hair was much lighter than mine, with a mix of gray and dark brown. At sixty-five, he was still quite the catch and was the perfect man to scratch anyone’s need with daddy issues.
Proudly, I parked in the reserved parking lot for the University of Michigan alumni. I rummaged in my glove box for the maize and blue hangtag, hung it over the rear-view mirror, and then briskly walked to the campus store. Being early fall, the campus was bustling with students trying to get from one side of the campus to the next in a small amount of time before their next class. I loved this campus, and Riley would too.
I quickly found a couple of sweatshirts and t-shirts for Riley and grabbed them in a medium size. I had no fucking clue what the size was of the sweatshirt he wore when I saw him Thursday, but it was nowhere near his size. As I was checking out, either side of the line had large blue metal barrels full of Michigan logo items. I glanced in each bin as I slowly passed them, and by the time I arrived at the counter to check out, I had Michigan spiral notebooks, pens, and a small plush Wolverine wearing a University of Michigan football jersey. There. I was grooming him, just as Lars had asked.
On my way back to Grand Rapids, I began to think about how many office blow jobs Lars may have received. Somehow, I didn’t think I was the first; however, I wanted to be the last. Aside from the people I caught flirting with me as possible cheaters, I wondered if that was how he had come up with names for the list too.
The other thing I thought about was just how kinky was Lars? Yesterday in his office he had insinuated that what we did was something he had thought about for a long time. Aunt Marlowe termed my kinky side as “weird things.” She and Lars knew that I had been into those things since college. But I wondered, did Lars think they were “weird things” too? Certainly, his behavior could be viewed as “weird” by my aunt.
I pulled onto the road that led to their home and glanced at all of the vehicles parked out front. All of the cars and vans had some sort of catering or party business logo on them. I hoped they would stay out of our way. The front door was wide open as caterers bustled in and out. I walked inside with my bag from the campus store and set it down between my feet while I hung up my jacket.
“Griffin.” I turned to see Lars walking down the hallway toward me.
“Hey,” I greeted, and put my coat in the closet before I turned to face him. I picked up the campus store bag so it wouldn’t topple over.
I couldn’t help but feel something very different when I looked at him now, and I thought he probably felt it too. In the back of my mind was him telling me that he loved me yesterday, and for some reason, that phrase made me feel different, but not in a fucked up way. I’d been with a plethora of women, and men, in the past, and not one of them had told me that they loved me.
“I hope your tux isn’t smashed in there,” Lars chided as he looked down at the bag that I gripped the plastic handles to and raised his eyebrow at me.
“No.” I chuckled at the mere thought of that. “My tux is in a garment bag in the car.” I held up the white plastic bag with the Michigan logo all over it. “I drove down to Ann Arbor this morning. I went to the campus store and got Riley some sweatshirts that would fit him. The one he had on the other day made him look like he was rummaging for things at a shelter.”
Lars laughed and told me that he was going to donate his Michigan sweatshirt because the sleeves had shrunk up on him. Audrey had asked him if he minded if she pulled it out and gave it to Riley.
“Well, I’m sure he will love what you got him. Why don’t you go put it in his room and then come meet me in my study?”
“Is he home?” I asked, purely to see if Riley might be in our way.
A broad smile spre
ad across his face as he shook his head. Audrey and Riley had gone to the salon with Aunt Marlowe. My smile mirrored Lars' while I went down the long hallway, around the corner, and then down another hallway to Riley’s room.
Riley’s door was closed, but I opened it and went in. For the most part, Riley’s room looked like most teenagers’ rooms probably did. He had a cluttered bulletin board above his desk, strewn with notebook paper and pens. I grabbed a pen and a yellow sticky note and wrote on it “Aim high, Wolverine,” and signed my name. From the plastic bag, I pulled out the plush Wolverine mascot, leaned him against the bag, and I put the note at the plush feet. When I returned Riley’s pen to his desk, a photo caught my eye at the base of the corkboard. Upon a closer glance, the photo was of me at my college graduation. Grooming this kid was going to be a walk in the park. I set the pen back in the white mug that bore the Michigan logo next to his other pens and pencils before I headed out of his room.
I hurried down the hall to Lars’ study. When I stepped inside, he stood from his chair and gestured for me to close the door as he walked out from behind his desk. His expression told me that he had been looking forward to this as much as I had been. I shut the heavy door and locked it for extra security. I turned around just as Lars reached me.
Firmly, he took hold of my jaw and grabbed a handful of my shirt just above the waistband of my jeans. His mouth on mine ignited every filthy urge and desire imaginable. My hands found their way to his waist, and I grappled at his shirt to untuck it.
“Relax, Griffin. Slow down. All in good time,” he breathed into my mouth.
Despite our hard-ons pressing against each other through our pants, I nodded and took a deep breath. He reminded me that before we let our demons out to play, we had some business to take care of. I adjusted my cock over my pants as I followed Lars back to his desk.
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