In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire
One look into his boss’s dark eyes, and he was half-hard, his hands tingling with the urge to reach down and pull out Ethan’s cock, which seemed to be always up for it.
Fuck, he felt like Ethan's booty call. Or maybe Ethan’s ridiculous libido was just catching. Either way, he couldn’t seem to stop spreading his legs for his asshole of a boss every chance he got.
To show how critical their fuckery had gotten, they were having dinner with Jacob and Aldo, but Brandon couldn’t really focus on the food, no matter how delicious it looked and tasted. His eyes kept straying to Ethan, who was talking to Jacob about games, of all things.
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