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Brief summary: CFO Victor sought out the delightful sweetheart, Garrett, to be his administrative assistant. But Victor had other plans, and they soon became a couple, having to hide their ‘inappropriate workplace relationship’. The two of them are learning to adapt to each other’s lifestyles.
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“Garrett,” Victor’s voice pierced the veil of sleep, and my eyes opened. It was bright. I smelled something nice. Then I felt Victor’s hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me. “Garrett, it’s time for breakfast.”
“Huh?” I was still groggy, having been dreaming about giving a big presentation in front of Victor and his father, as well as Fred Flintstone.
“It’s time for breakfast, babe.” He leaned down to kiss my cheek, and then I sat up, sheets around my waist. My hair was a mess, matted and tangled from sleeping with it down.
“Okay,” I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes. I walked to the bathroom to pee, and then I pulled my hair up into a bun before throwing on my pajamas. Victor stood in the doorway, watching me.
“Good morning,” he said as I walked out. He was buttoning his pajama top.
“Morning, Victor. Did you sleep okay?” I admired how put-together he looked, even in the morning.
“Quite well,” replied Victor with a smile.
I smelled the delicious aroma in the air, even stronger now. Karoline’s breakfast smells had permeated all the way to the bedroom, and Victor and I walked out to the kitchen. My jaw dropped at the spread.
“Good morning, gentlemen!” Karoline smiled, a hand towel slung over her shoulder.
“Good morning, Karolina,” I replied. I felt Victor’s eyes on me, but I ignored him and began admiring the selection.
There were American staples: pancakes, various styles of eggs, waggles, bacon, toast (at least five types of bread that I saw), and there were even meats like steak and chicken. There was a row of jams and jellies, some made from fruits I’d never heard of, and I saw a multitude of doughnuts and pastries strewn about. Half of the spread seemed to be dusted with powdered sugar like the first fall of snow, and I couldn’t keep my eyes focused on anything for more than a few seconds before noticing something else that looked even more delectable.
“Oh, my god,” I breathed. “How long did this take you?”
“I arrived around 5 this morning,” she replied. It was after 10.
“My favorite part,” Victor said, gesturing to the counter behind Karoline, “is the mimosa bar. Authentic French champagne and fresh-squeezed orange juice made from imported oranges from a private orange orchard in Florida.”
Can you call it imported if it’s from your country? I thought to myself.
He poured us some drinks as I began to assemble my first plate. I chose several pieces of sliced fruits, a chocolate croissant, several slices of bacon, and an over-easy egg on toast—freshly made sourdough bread—but I wanted more.
“Will you eat with us?” I asked Karoline. Her eyes flashed immediately to Victor.
“No, no,” she said quietly. “You enjoy!”
“You must be hungry after working for five hours,” I said.
Victor sat down next to me and slid a champagne flute full of mimosa over to me.
“Karoline,” he said, “please. I insist.”
“Are you sure, Mr. Tanner?” Victor nodded, so Karoline got herself a small plate—just a few fruits and some toast—and sat down next to me.
As we ate, I could tell Karoline was anxious. Normally, she’d be cleaning, or squaring away any minute details. And judging by her hesitancy, I gathered that she typically did not eat the meals she prepared for Victor. But it seemed so wasteful for one or two people.
“What do you do with the extra food?” I asked them both.
“I wrap up some for leftovers,” Karoline began.
“I also like the rest of my staff to enjoy it,” said Victor, “so Karoline makes boxed meals for them out of whatever is left. The housekeepers, maintenance crew, gardeners, everyone will get some. I promise it’s not wasted”
“And anything that is waste goes in a compost pile for the gardeners,” added Karoline, who was already done with her plate and had begun the tear-down process .
I made myself a chicken and waffles plate with an extra helping of raspberries on the side, and Victor poured some more mimosas. He even offered one to Karoline, who politely declined. By the end of my second plate, I was feeling full, but I went back for more. This time I opted for a bear claw and a bowl of cereal. Apparently the milk was fresh from a local dairy farm.
After we were both quite stuffed and Karoline, somehow, had more than half of the kitchen spotlessly clean and tidy, Victor stood up, stretching. His pajama shirt lifted just a bit, exposing a bit of his stomach. I reached over and tickled him, and he flinched, bringing his knee up like a football player.
I giggled, and he glared playfully at me as Karoline started washing dishes in the sink.
“Sorry,” I said with a wink. “Just saw another mouthwatering course.”
“Would you like to spend some time in the pool? We haven’t gone out there other than the hot tub.”
“I still don’t have a suit. And I don’t think exposing my genitalia to your staff is the right move, especially before I’ve met them all.” I was blunt, but I hoped he got it. I didn’t find it too appropriate to just be naked around people who didn’t have much choice. That said, I didn’t mind looking at Victor naked.
“No, you’re right. I have bathing suits. Come.”
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“A Speedo isn’t quite what I had in mind,” I said, standing nude in the walk-in closet. I held the small piece of stretchy fabric up to my face and observed just how small it was.
“It’s so European, Garrett! Trust me. And I want to see you in it. At least put it on in here, please?”
I smiled, playfully rolling my eyes, and pulled the speedo on. It was quite snug in places I wasn’t used to, but the way Victor’s eyes got wide told me it looked alright. I turned around in front of the full-body mirror, and I caught him staring at my ass.
“Please, wear it outside with me.” And then in a flash, Victor’s cock was out. There was a strong desire to drop to my knees in front of him, but he pulled on his own Speedo before I could move.
“Damn,” I said, admiring his body. As I stared at his chest hair, I wondered if he’d shave it again soon. The more I thought about playing with the wax with him, the more I thought it could be fun.
He stood beside me in the mirror, and I looked at us. Us.
I was taller than him, thinner in build, but nowhere near as fit and toned. My own body hair looked scruffy next to his, including my happy trail that led down my stomach. Victor’s was shaved—or waxed?—and he kept his ass hairless, and I started to wonder if he’d be more attracted to me if I was more well-groomed.
“We look nice together,” he smiled, wrapping his left hand around my waist and placing his head on my shoulder.
“We do.” But the insecurities started to swirl. He could have anyone. What if I was just a fling? I wanted to make him want to stay. “Do you… Are you…”
I stopped myself. Why was I, in my 30s, asking a man for validation?
Because he’s my boyfriend, I thought.
“What?” He asked, standing straight up.
“It’s nothing,” I said, trying to brush it off.
“No, tell me. Please.”
“Okay… It’s silly. But, do you think I look good? Like, I’m looking at your perfect body, and you’re beautifully tanned and perfectly groomed. I’m, like, pale and lumpy. And my body hair is a jungle.”
Victor stepped between me and the mirror, placing his hands on my hips and coming closer to me so our Speedo-covered bulges were touching.
“Garrett, respectfully, stop it. You, sir, are extremely gorgeous. Your body is perfect. You do not have to change anything.” He ran his hands up and down my body, admiring me. My face got hot.
“I can work out more, like, I can use your gym. I think my apartment complex has a small gym somewhere… And I can—“
Victor cut me off with his lips on mine. His mouth tasted like a strawberry scone, and I was quickly distracted from my panic spiral.
He pulled away and smiled.
“You’re perfect, Garrett. I don’t want you to change a thing.”
He grabbed my hand, and we started to walk to the pool. We walked out the door from his bedroom, and we took the path to the pool, which was lined with trees and shrubs. When we got to the pool, I admired how big it was. At its deepest, it was well over 10 feet. In terms of pools, it was fairly standard.
Victor dove right in, so I cannonballed it after him. For a minute, we were like kids, splashing and playing together without the weight of the world on our shoulders. For that brief moment, nothing else mattered beyond the edge of the pool. It was just Victor and me.
I dove under while he was facing the other way, and like the shark in Jaws I grabbed his legs from below and gave him a yank. Even through the water, I could hear his scream of surprise and terror. When I came up, I was gasping for air and laughing at the same time.
Victor splashed me right in the face, laughing and saying, “Jerk! Scared the hell out of me!”
We treaded water in the deep end, laughing together beyond where our feet could touch. It was fun to see him like this, so carefree and playful. He wasn’t Victor Tanner, Jr., TannerCorp CFO and heir. He was just Victor, having fun with me. And I was having fun with him, too.
He leaned against the lip of the pool, his arms spread out to hold him up. I swam up to him, facing him, and grabbed the ledge on either side of him.
In the back of my mind, I knew things were far from perfect. I was still nervous about his propensity to quite literally insert himself in my personal and financial business. But that was difficult to focus on when his lips were inches from mine.
I felt him wrap his legs around my waist, pulling me even closer into him.
“What else would you like to do today?” He kissed my lips after his question. “I have something I’d like to do, potentially, but I’d like to let you choose what we do.”
“Oh, gosh,” I sighed. “What are the options?”
“I don’t want to spoil the surprise, but how do you feel about a helicopter ride?”
My eyes got wide, and I nearly sank to the bottom of the pool. I’d never been in a helicopter before.
“Seriously? You have a helicopter?”
“Technically, I don’t own it. It’s a rental from my friend, Steve Dennes, who owns a factory that builds them for the military.”
“Oh… Where would it take us?” My mind raced once more.
“Just around Puget Sound, the bay. Have you ever seen Seattle from above?” He grinned, his eyes squinting from the sun.
“Only from the Space Needle on a trip in seventh grade,” I said.
“Then what do you say? I just have to make a few calls, and we can be in the air by 1 o’clock.” His eyebrows were raised.
I smiled back at him, still thinking. Like the blades of a helicopter, my mind was spinning wildly. And I hoped our relationship would be able to soar to new heights instead of crashing to the ground in a fiery blaze. But I tried to push the thought of a crash out of my mind as I answered him.
“I’d love to, Victor! I’ve never been in a helicopter before. Is it scary?”
“Not at all! It’s actually very safe. I promise you.”
“Okay,” I said with a smile and a chuckle.
“Take a deep breath,” he told me, suddenly.
“What?”
“Just take a really deep breath.”
We were in a pool, so I just did it. I inhaled deeply, and then suddenly, Victor let go of the side of the pool and grabbed onto me. With our combined weight, we sank below the surface like a rock. And then Victor’s mouth was on mine.
We attempted to make out under the water, but it didn’t take long before I felt like I was drowning, and I swam to the surface and gasped for air. Victor’s grinning face popped up next to me.
“Sorry, that was hard to make spontaneous,” he chuckled. I watched him lift himself out of the pool, his arm muscles rippling as the water dripped from him.
I followed, and he tossed me a clean, warm towel. We dried off in the sun for a moment before walking back along the path to the bedroom. Outside the door, Victor stripped nude, hanging his Speedo from a nearby tree, so I did the same. We walked inside, and we soon got in the shower together. After air-drying, we stood in the bedroom, just outside the closet.
“Let me make a call,” he said, stepping down the hallway nude. I heard him talking, arranging the helicopter, and then he called Malachi and arranged a pickup time for 1:30 PM. From what I gathered, it wasn’t a terribly long drive to where the helicopter was.
He came back, and I checked the time on my phone. We had about an hour until Malachi arrived.
“What do I wear for a helicopter?” I asked, since both of us were still stark-naked.
“Let’s not worry about that just yet,” Victor said in a low voice, stepping closer to me. His hands found my hips, and his soft cock was quickly pressed against mine.
He kissed me with shaking breath, and I grabbed his asscheeks behind him. It didn’t take long for me to start getting hard, and by the feel of Victor’s cock, he was feeling the same way.
“I have an idea,” he said, pulling away. I froze as he ran to the nightstand and grabbed the lube. Then he grabbed my hand, and we walked, naked and hard, down the hallway to one of the doors. I worried Karoline would see us, but Victor opened a door and walked us in.
“The gym?” I asked.
Maybe he wants me to work out, after all, I thought.
“Lie down on that weight bench right there,” he breathed, his eyes narrow.
So I walked to a weight bench, and I lay down on my back. The bar didn’t have any weights on it, and I wasn’t sure what this has to do with the lube. But my questions were soon answered as Victor walked up to me and straddled my body. His cock was close to my face, so I sat up, just a bit, and took the tip into my mouth.
“Ooh, hold on,” he shuddered. “I’ve always wanted to do this in here.”
My cock was rock hard, and he stood right over it. Then I watched, still holding onto the bar above me, as he reached back and slathered lube on my hard dick. I shivered with pleasure as his hand swirled around my head and shaft, and Victor was looking into my eyes the whole time.
Then he gripped both hands on the bar, and he slowly lowered himself down. I took the liberty to hold my cock straight for him, and I quickly felt the sweet heat of his hole. Victor let out a breath, and the head of my cock breached his tight ring.
“Ooh,” he hissed. And then, he lowered himself all the way down so that his ass came to a rest on me.
“You’re so tight, Victor,” I hissed as my mouth hung open.
Then he surprised me. Still gripping firmly on the bar, Victor lifted his legs off the floor, with me still inside him. He gestured for me to sit up a bit, and so I pulled myself up on the bar. Then Victor slid his feet beneath my torso with his knees slightly bent, and I lay back just a bit. So now most of his weight was on me and on the bar.
And that’s when Victor showed off his athletic prowess. He lifted himself up using his arm strength, and his ass slid up along my shaft. Then he let himself back down.
“Jesus,” I huffed. It already felt so good, and watching such a well-built man flexing his muscles and making the tight hug of his walls even tighter was even better.
Victor’s core muscles must have been on fire, because I counted at least eight bulging abdominals. I moved my hands from the bar to his waist, feeling as he pulled himself up and down. He was biting his lip, grunting each time he pulled up, sighing as he came back down. All the while, he stared into my eyes with his piercing greens.
I looked down and saw he was leaking precum, so I reached and grabbed his cock in one hand, squeezing it gently. He let out a shuddering sigh as I began to stroke him, bouncing faster on my dick. His arms bulged, too, and I started to wonder if he could lift me over his head, Dirty Dancing style.
But I was quickly brought back to reality by a loud groan that escape Victor’s lips. I saw his eyes were fluttering open and closed as his body rolled and contorted on mine. His ass was giving my cock a massage from every angle, and I began moaning, too.
Sex with Victor was always good, but this time was a feast for my eyes. Hot ‘muscle bros’ usually weren’t my type, but there was something about Victor that added to how attractive I found him.
“Ohh, shit,” I grunted, stroking Victor’s dick faster as precum poured down onto me.
“Mmm, Garrett.” His eyes looked hungry for me. “Breed me, baby.”
His words flipped a switch in me, and I felt a renewed strength. Victor lifted himself up so the head of my cock was just barely in him. Then he hovered there, still peeking at me over the bar.
So I let go of his cock and grabbed onto the bar for leverage, and I started bucking my hips up. My cock plunged in, to the hilt, and I let myself come back down. It felt good, and I couldn’t stop my body from rutting him.
I clung to the bar like my life depended on it as my cock slammed into Victor’s hole. His hands were wrapped around mine, and I could tell his arms were shaking as he held himself up. Every time my skin slapped against his, his tight hole squeezed me even more. It was unquestionably one of the hottest experiences of my life, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
Victor and I were both sweating, and the slapping of skin was growing louder. My own muscles were screaming for relief, but my balls screamed louder for release.
Victor’s cock was a precum faucet now, large globs dripping down with each slam of my hips. I could tell by our breathing and whiny moans that we were both close to cumming.
“Oooh, yeah, babe,” I moaned. “Take this fucking cock. You’re so sexy! Unnng.”
Victor’s eyes snapped open, having been closed from pleasure. He licked his lips, and I watched in amazement as he let go of the bar with one hand and started to stroke himself.
“I’m gonna cum all over your face, Garrett,” he told me, his voice sounding quite devious.
And there it was. An intense orgasm started at the base of my scrotum and rocketed through my cock, spraying a thick load inside Victor as I kept pounding up into him.
“Ohh, my god!” I yelled, my hands nearly slipping from the bar. My eyes squeezed shut as I almost hyperventilated from the profound physical pleasure. And then, I heard Victor moan loudly, and he kept promise; I felt his nut splatter all over my face, on my eyes, my nose, my mouth, my chin.
And then, all at once, Victor and I came crashing down onto the weight bench. I almost fell off, but I managed to steady myself as the two of us caught our breath. I could only open one eye, but when I did, Victor was grinning at me.
“Told you I was going to cum all over your face.”
“You sure did,” I laughed. I felt as Victor lowered his legs back to the floor and stood up. My cock made a pop noise as it came out of him. Suddenly, there was a warm towel on my face, and Victor gently wiped me clean before handing the towel to me.
“You’ll be able to get the rest,” he said in an assuring way.
And I did. But I needed another shower.
“How much time until Malachi gets here?” I asked, nervous I was about to get in a helicopter with cum in my sideburns.
“Thirty minutes, roughly. I don’t know about you, but that workout left me quite sweaty. Would you like a shower?”
“Yes, please!”
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As Malachi dropped us off at the private airfield, Victor grabbed my hand. There was a helicopter on a helipad, its blades whirring a rhythmic pulse like a heartbeat. My own heartbeat was almost louder. I was nervous, but I knew I’d be safe with Victor. Despite some of his actions, I knew he cared for me and for my wellbeing. And I knew he cared about his, so if we were getting on this flying machine together, I was going to be just fine.
We had noise-cancelling headphones with microphones so we could communicate, and the helicopter lifted up into the air quite rapidly. Before long, we were bearing the society of Seattle. It was a very clear and sunny day, so we got great views of everything. Perhaps my favorite part was circling the Space Needle like a shark with its prey.
“This is amazing!” I yelled into the microphone. Even with the headphones, the wind and blades were impossibly loud, an incessant droning sound.
“Isn’t it? And look at the Sound! I think Seattle is one of the best-located cities in the world!” He turned to me and smiled.
I took his word for it, since he would know. He pulled the mic away, and he leaned close, so I did the same, and we kissed, before he turned his attention back to the ground below. After a minute, I caught myself staring at Victor as he admired the sights below. I was very lucky to be up in the air with him. I was very lucky just to be with him.
There was a perma-smile tattooed on my face, and by the time we landed, about an hour later, my cheeks were sore. We thanked the pilot, and Malachi had the car waiting for us.
“Dinner?” Victor asked as we closed the doors. “I’m quite famished after all the fun today.”
I smiled. “Yes, please!”
“Great! I have that standing reservation at Restaurant.”
That sounded great to me. I knew we had to go back to work the following day, but I was determined to enjoy our free time as much as possible.