His Dirty Little Secret

God is Cruel

Elio dragged Adler away, leaving me to sit on my own in the club. Leading him into one of the backrooms. What happened between those two? Wait, no. It's none of my business, I need to stay out of this.

Walking to the bar, I order myself a drink, pay, then go sit back down. Taking a drink, I look down at it. Something felt off. My mouth felt dry. I shrug it off and take another drink. I look around the club. It looks a lot different with the less harsh lights and the lack of people swarming it.

About ten minutes later, a man came over, sitting next to me at the bar. He said he was sorry about something, but I wasn't sure what he was talking about. I swear I have never met this man maybe he was drunk or something? Not like it mattered he was definitely not hard to look at. A muscular frame is barely hidden by a three-piece suit. Maybe I should just play along and see how this goes. Not like I have anything going on tomorrow. I'm not even sure what happened to Elio. I'll stall for another thirty minutes, and if he doesn't come back? Well, I'll see him at work.

The man orders a drink and we sit in mostly silence after I accept his apology. We watch the crowd and I check my phone. The deadline was getting closer and still no sign of him. The man beside me was talking about something, but I honestly wasn't paying any attention. My brain was foggy.

"Hey, it's getting kind of loud in here, why don't we go someplace a little quieter," I suggest. He cocks an eyebrow and stares at me for a moment before looking around.

"Uh... Sure," he says with a shrug as he stands up and straightens his outfit. I get up and follow him out of the building. He leads me to his car, which looks familiar. I shake off the feeling and he opens the door for me. I sit down and he walks around and he gets in. I can hear him let out a sigh as he leans back against the seat. I look over at the man. He seemed disheveled and uneasy. I let my eyes trail the length of his body before I speak.

"You seem so tense," I say as I reach my hand out and touch his inner thigh. Beneath in my touch, I feel him tense up. "Is something wrong," before I was even able to properly finish my question, his hand wrapped around my wrist and forced me to lean in closer.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you..." He says with a sharp but quiet inhale. A shiver went down my spine just from hearing his words, though I wasn't scared or intimidated. Turned on was more like it.

Our lips were inches apart and my eyes flickered down to them. They look so soft. I looked into his eyes and noticed a glint of mischief mixed with hesitation. I leaned forward, and our lips met with a spark of electricity. I felt goosebumps cover every inch of my body.

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Elio's POV:

In one quick motion, her lips were on top of mine by her own will. I slipped my tongue into her mouth to deepen the kiss. Before I knew it, her hand started to reach for my belt and started to undo the zipper of my pants. A part deep inside of me knew that I needed to stop this, but the more primal side of me wanted this and was trying to surface.

Her hand slipped into my pants, causing my breathing to hitch. Fuck... I placed my free hand around the back of her neck and pulled her face closer to mine. "Last I recall I never gave you permission to touch me.... not that I really mind," I say with a smirk while looking at her plump lips. She smiled and then bit down on her bottom lip, which only made me harder. God, this woman made me want to do despicable things. Wait, what am I doing? This is my fucking employee.

Feeling her hand wrap around the base of my cock, as she finally frees it from its cloth cage, our eyes meet for a moment before she looks back down. Dear God, I am going to hell. This needed to stop, but we both wanted this. I needed this. She slowly, in a teasing manner, started stroking me and I could feel myself twitching in her hand. This woman...