Christ, I was rock-hard in my jeans and wanted to take it out and jack off, but it wasn’t the time or place, even though I had a dick in my mouth. I was there to prove a point.

I sucked him all the way into my mouth, where he touched the back of my throat, and I opened wider, drawing in more, gagging only a little.

“Fuck,” Saint whispered.

I would have smiled if I wasn’t busy sucking, licking, and taking his cock in my mouth over and over again.

“Kylo,” Saint started, and my dick throbbed from hearing my name drop from his mouth with desire in his voice. “Close,” he added. I sucked him in deep again and moaned around him. That was when I felt him jerk in my mouth. He groaned low as his cum shot into the back of my throat and I swallowed it down as it kept coming.

When he relaxed back in the chair, I withdrew my mouth and used my hand to draw out the last of his cum and then licked it off the tip before sitting back on my knees. I glanced at the clock on the wall behind his desk. “Three minutes.”

He stared at me like he’d never seen me before.

He probably hadn’t. I was just a prospect to the club and his brother’s friend.

Now I was also someone who he’d come down the throat of.

And here was the awkward part.

As I stood, I discreetly adjusted my aching cock and went back around his desk to sit in the chair again. I could have put his dick away, but then I probably wouldn’t have let go of it. I liked sucking him off. A little too much.

Jesus Christ, I was screwed.

No. Fuck no. I wouldn’t let this moment get to me. After all, if I got the job, which I knew I would after making him come so quickly, I could busy my mind with other people—the clients.

Saint cleared his throat. I glanced up to see him standing and slowly putting his dick away. I gulped, and my dick pulsed once more. I needed a release.

I shifted my gaze up to find Saint watching me with a smug smile on his face. The prick knew he’d affected me. He did that little show to see where I would look, and I’d just shown all my cards. Yeah, I wouldn’t mind his dick in my mouth again, but I wouldn’t ever get it.

Somewhere there were doves crying over the matter.

“Do I get the job?” I asked.

He nodded. “Give me the times you’ll be working at the compound and we’ll work around it.”

I stood again and slipped a piece of paper out the back of my pocket. I’d already thought he would need it. I placed it on his desk and said, “See you Friday. That’s when I can start.”

“I’ll have something set up for you.”