Can I Suck Your Cock At Work?

“…and furthermore, due to the sales decline in the last quarter, we will have to resort to some budget cuts. Mr. Cooper has some inputs on the matter…”
Yeah, I bet he has some inputs on the matter. He could yank down my pants, bend me over the closest chair and give me one or two inputs any time of the day, that handsome old bear.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Ben, focus. You need to finish this report today, and you’re already stuck here way after hours. Just keep working and try not to focus on how fucking horny you are. You’ll take care of it at home.
My fingers reluctantly started typing on the keyboard again.
“…regarding some possible financial optimizations of the resources being overused in our workplace, mainly within the research department…”
I wish I didn’t say “yes” to taking over this damn report – it was the lengthiest and driest piece of crap I’ve ever written at this job. But I could never say “no” to anything that Logan, my direct supervisor, asked me to do. God, Logan… Only two years younger than me and still looking like a college senior. Every time he calls me into his office, I have to fight every single instinct in my body not to get a boner.
“…especially regarding the supplies and the amount of the material…”
That goddamn twink… That devil HAD to know what those hazel eyes and sly smile of his were doing to me. Maybe next time he doesn’t call me over to do a quarterly report – maybe next time, he tells me to lock the door, then he opens his pants and then orders me to take that sweet ass of his as mine, right in that big, comfy leather chair he has…
“Fuck…” I whispered...