He still said nothing, so I guessed it was go time.

I slid my hand in and was surprised to find him half hard already when I pulled him free of his jeans and boxers. He’d probably been thinking of his current lay. Or it could have been the talk of sucking. I knew I was also sporting an erection because of all the chatting.

This was it.

I could do this. I was confident in my skills. I just hoped the prick didn’t hold off his release by thinking of a naked granny or something.

“Just… close your eyes and feel. No funny shit like thinkin’ of somethin’ disgustin’,” I told him with a glare.

His eyes narrowed right back. “I’ll be fuckin’ honest.”

“Right.” I nodded once.

“Good.”

“Fine,” I clipped.

Saint rolled his eyes. “Just get to work already before I die of boredom.”

“Fuck you,” I snarled.

Saint snorted. “No thanks, not into guys. I’m just proving a point.”

“So am I.”

“Great, then get to it… unless you want to forget this and say I win?”

I wanted to punch that smug grin off his damn beautiful face. “Bullshit, I’m not givin’ in.”

He waved a hand around and then rested it, like his other one, on the arm of his chair. I wished he’d look away, and then my gut wouldn’t be playing havoc and my heart wouldn’t be dancing around in my chest like it’d just taken a sniff of coke.

“Condom?” I asked.

“I’m clean.” He pulled open a drawer and put his test results on the desk.

“Do you usually show your women this before—”

He glared. “No, I’m usually gloved to the nines.”

What did that mean? Holy fuck, did he usually wear a condom when getting head? Then why wasn’t he here in this situation? What the fuck did it mean?

I had to push that thought away or I wouldn’t be able to perform since my mind would be busy questioning everything. Shut your mind down, Kylo, I told myself. “Well, you’ve seen my test.” It was something I had to have before I even applied for the job, and I hadn’t been with anyone since. Had Saint? Nope, I had to forget that thought also. Did I trust him with the results? Yeah, I did. He wouldn’t fuck with that type of thing.

He grunted and arched a brow as if to say get on with it.

Fine then. I nodded once again, leaned in, and licked around the tip of Saint’s cock. It twitched, perking up from the attention. I went to the side and ran my tongue and lips up and down his length, while I snuck a look up at him to see if his eyes were closed.

They weren’t.

Dammit.

I closed mine and licked back up to the tip, swirling my tongue around the edge again before taking him into my mouth and gliding down along his long, thick length. I ignored the breath he hissed out and got down to business. I bobbed up and down on him, making sure to use my tongue and lips. Reaching in, I cupped his balls and rolled them gently around. He sucked in a breath. Opening my eyes, I saw his grip on the arms of his chair tighten. After licking the outside and all around, I went back to the tip and stuck my tongue in the slit, where I tasted precum.