Nothing Above You

Thirty five

Enzo Marcelo

Murder, that is the only thing on my mind.

Every time when things start to get tense between me and Mateo, someone just happens to knock at the door and ruin the moment.

The pain and struggle between my pants is hard to ignore as my eyes keep finding their way to get a glance of the amazing boy sitting in this room. I had no idea how hard it could get for me to focus on my work when he's near.

My mind keeps on repeating the images of his deadly gorgeous face, the way he was moaning when I was touching him. Not for a second, my dick sat calmly. It was eager, craving for him. All I wanted was to bend him over and slam myself in him. I wanted to pound in him and make him moan my name until I was the only thing on his mind.

I clear my throat when I feel myself throbbing, adjusting myself in the chair and trying to hide myself behind the table. Mateo hasn't shared a word since then, focusing on his work. I notice that his face hardens whenever he focuses hardly at something, making him more attractive.

I have given him some files to make sure there is no mistake and mark the things he thinks is important as he insisted to do some work. To be honest, I had no intention on giving him actual work. I just wanted him near me, I wanted him before my eyes because I am scared.
I am scared that Liam might harm him and I cannot bare the thought of it.

He looks extreme heartthrob with the file in his hand, the suit fitting him well. I just want to tear it off and lick every part of that body.

"Do you want me to drop you?" Mateo asks, cleaning his desk and organizing his things before looking up to meet my eyes. I look at him as confusion lingers on my face. "Where are you going?" I question, before stretching my arms and tilting my head.

"Home?" He says, making it sound as a obvious thing. "Right." I nod before getting up from my chair and walking towards him. I can't be more glad that the time has finally passed and it is time for me to go home.

"And who said you would be going to your home?" My voice is thick, determined as I stand in front of him. His eyes zero at me and I feel the rush run down my spine.

"What do you mean?" He stutters, his voice barely coming out in a whisper as his mouth goes dry at the sudden tension growing between us. "You're my personal assistant, sweetheart." I smirk, gently caressing his cheek with the back of my right hand. I see his eyes close for a moment before he looks back at me, his cheeks turning into a light shade of pink.

"Of course, you are going home with me." I inform and see the slight shock appear in his eyes. "No, I'm not?" He sounds unsure as he speaks before opening his mouth to speak again. "What will I tell my parents?" His innocence makes my heart warm but when my eyes fall on his lips, all the innocence leaves the room and desire to taste them once again fills the space.

"That its your duty." I slowly snake my arms around his waist and pull him closer. My face is buried in the crook of his neck as I inhale his mouthwatering scent. My body relaxes when his hands wrap around my neck and his fingers run through my head, gently rubbing my scalp.

"You do your duty and I shall do mine." I mutter against his skin, gently nibbling on it. "And what are your duties?" He asks before pulling away his face inches away and looking at me. A smug smile dances on my lips when I see the curiosity behind those emerald eyes.

"Don't you remember darling, I told you the other day, your ass is my duty." I whisper over his lips, my eyes never leaving his. I feel him inhale a sharp breathe as my hands rest his on ass. He gulps and his lips pop out slightly. "I'm gonna be a gentle man tonight and complete my duty." He immediately moves back, unwrapping my arms around his waist as his face gets bright pink.