Fuck me, we were on the road to disaster and I couldn’t jump off.

Who was I kidding? He wouldn’t take me up on my offer. Suddenly, I relaxed and laughed silently in my mind. I was overreacting for nothing. This was Saint I propositioned. The man was known for the women he slept with. He wouldn’t want a guy near his junk.

I was an idiot to even suggest it, but even worse for getting nervous and feeling awkward over it because it wouldn’t happen, which would be the best for both of us.

I opened my mouth to tell him to forget it, but he got there first with “Fine. Show me.”

Wait… what?

I stuck a finger in each ear and shook it around. I was obviously hearing things. But when Saint still stared at me, only now with his own smirk, I knew I hadn’t imagined it.

Still, I had to check. “What did you say?”

He snorted. “Show me.”

He did say it. He wanted me to show him my skills.

What the fuck?

Saint pushed his chair away from the desk, swung it to the side, and gestured down to his dick. “Well?”

Holy shit. Holy, holy shit. I was about to suck Saint’s dick. I’d dreamed of this. I’d masturbated to this.

Fucking hell, do not say anything stupid. I thinned my lips and stood. Christ, my knees shook, but I kept my face stoic, at least I hoped I did, as I walked toward his desk. On the inside, I was freaking the fuck out. What happened after this? How would we act? He’d be my boss and I’d be working for him fucking people.

This was a bad idea.

I stopped. “You know what, maybe you should just trust me on my skills?”

His smile was wicked when he reached down and popped the button on his jeans. “Chickenin’ out?”

Shit, fuck, dick.

I wasn’t one to knock back a challenge and knew Saint was as stubborn as I was. Maybe I should have brought up the after-the-moment situation. Maybe I should have been smarter than him and walked out of the room, forgetting this and forgetting about the job.

However, I never said I was smart.

Walking around the desk, I dropped to my knees and hoped when Saint saw me there, he would freak out and stop this.

He didn’t.

Then I realized he was probably picturing I was some woman. Yeah, that made sense. No doubt he would close his eyes and think it was a woman’s mouth around him.

All right then, I could do this.

It was for the job and to show my skills.

I could suck Saint off.

Fuck… it was Saint.

Maybe I had to close my eyes and think of someone else.

For some stupid reason, I clapped my hands and rubbed them together. “Right, let’s do this,” I said like we were going to play a sport or cards.

Saint didn’t say anything; he just dipped his chin down at his junk. The bastard wasn’t going to back out. All right then, I would blow his fucking mind. Reaching out, I fisted my hands so he didn’t see them shake. He leaned back enough I could grab the top of his jeans in one hand and use the other to unzip them.