phone appointments scheduled, so go ahead."
Pausing as he considered it, he gave up and loosened the knot of his silk Forzieri tie. Not removing it, allowing it to still hang around his neck in case he needed to meet with someone unexpectedly, Brock opened his top button, breathing a sigh of relief.
"You poor thing." Faith pouted. "Can I get you anything for it?"
Brock's phone rang. Holding his finger up to her again to wait, he answered, "Brock Hart, how can I help you?"
"I was looking for some advice on investing."
"Great, can you hold one moment?" He clicked a button and tugged down the side of his collar. "Christ, what do we have in a first aid kit?"
"Let me check. I can at least get you a band-aid."
"Thanks, Faith." He pressed the hold button. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
In a few minutes Faith returned. She set out an adhesive strip and some antibiotic ointment. Pausing in his typing, Brock yanked his shirt collar down and said, "I need a mirror."
"I can do it."
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"Thanks. I do appreciate it, Faith. I know it's not in your job description." He smiled at her, feeling embarrassed since he had just hired her.
"Don't be silly." She walked around the large desk and sat on it. "Now, where is it? Oh!" She stared at it in surprise as he lowered his shirt for her. "Wow, you did one heck of a number on yourself. You said you did it shaving?"
"I guess. I have no other ideas on how it got there."
She pressed the adhesive strip over it. "The ointment should help."
"You're a doll."
"And you need a wife." She laughed as she cleared up the tiny bits of paper.
"I need a nurse, not a wife." He winked.
"Are all you high-powered men single?"
"I'm too busy for a relationship. You know that."
"I take it you want me to bring you lunch?"
"I'll order it. You don't have to pamper me, Faith. You're my secretary, not my slave."
"I don't mind."
His phone rang. He waved to her as she left his office.
"Brock Hart, how can I help you?" As he listened to the request, he cupped his hand over the band-aid trying to ease the discomfort.
* * * *
By four o'clock, Brock was exhausted. The stock market had closed and his phone had finally stopped ringing. A light knock rapped at his door. Smiling, Brock said, "Hello, Adrian."
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"Brock." Adrian shut the door behind him, a wicked smile on his lips.
"Something I can do for you?" Brock gave Adrian's smart Yves Saint Laurent suit a once over. When all he received in reply was a demonic grin, Brock spun his chair around, away from his desk and waited.
Once he drew closer, Brock caught a scent of Adrian's expensive cologne. As the man leaned forward, Brock kissed him. A tongue coaxed his mouth open as Adrian leaned his hands on Brock's thighs for balance.
After they parted lips, Brock slouched down, straddling his legs as Adrian knelt between them. Behind the hand-carved rosewood desk, Adrian unzipped Brock's William Fioravanti slacks. His cock already hard, poked out of his briefs when coaxed. As Adrian sucked it, he wrapped his arms around Brock's hips interlocking his hands behind him.
Resting his head back on the soft leather chair, Brock closed his eyes as he was attended to. He loved the evenings when Adrian walked through his door. As that brown head of hair rose and fell on his lap, Brock's gasps began to emerge.
Digging his hands into his mane, Brock thrust his hips deeply into Adrian's mouth and came. The reverberations still throbbing through him, Brock savored Adrian's soft mouthing and licking as he recuperated. "Oh, doll, you give great head."
Adrian sat back with a devilish smile.
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