“Exactly,” I say with a small laugh. “So we can discuss it.”
His eyes search mine, and I can tell he wants to ask me something but won’t. It’s an awkward question. I know what he’s thinking.
“Everything about the position will be discussed between you and I. Benefits. Pay. Hours. We will figure this out together. Whatever works for you, will work for me.”
“You’re serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? This is much easier to handle than hiding the fact I have a slave.”
I said it as a joke, hoping to make him laugh, but he doesn’t. What he does is even better.
He takes my face into his hands and kisses me. His hands go to the back of my head, grabbing onto my hair. I find his hips, tugging him closer, until he moves onto the floor with me, straddling my lap. It’s not the most comfortable, being on my knees, but as long as he’s touching me, I don’t care what he’s doing.
I work at the button on his jeans and shove my hand inside, grasping his cock.
“Harmon—”
“I love when you say my name like that.”
He rides my hand, grinding against me until he comes, crying out with his face buried in my neck and his hands grasping onto my shoulders.
He takes a moment to breathe, but then he gets a second wind and he’s shoving me onto my back and taking me into his mouth, sucking me off like he’s going to win an award. He swallows every drop of my cum, then comes up to lay beside me, resting his head on my chest.
“I think this could work,” he says.
“Of course it will work. I run a billion-dollar company. I have good ideas.”
He laughs. “That is a good argument.”
“I have another good idea.”
“Do you?” he asks, looking up at me.
“Let’s order food.”
We order pizza, which is something I haven’t eaten in a long time, so I don’t have much to compare to, though Cassius did say it was good in comparison to other places he has tried. Apparently ordering pizza is something he and his sisters do often now that they have the means to do so. I think that’s sweet.
“Come on. It’s my turn for an idea,” he says, pulling me out of the dining room.
“Where are we going?”
He leads me down the hall that goes to his room, and I assume that’s where we’re going… maybe to fuck again. Great idea, though I am full.
He doesn’t take me into the bedroom though, he moves past it and goes into the sitting room and guides me to the couch, where he shoves me onto it.
“Does this TV work?”
“Of course it works,” I say, reaching for the remote on the end table and giving it to him.
“I’m going to introduce you to a show so you’ll have something to talk to my sisters about.”
I laugh nervously. “A show I could talk to teenagers about? I’m intrigued.”
He laughs, this rich sound that has my chest warming as he navigates through the TV screen and opens one of the streaming services.
“Supernatural?” I question when he clicks on it.
“Whatever you do, don’t get a crush on Dean. Cammy already claimed him and is ready to fight.”