"No, I'm smart enough not to fuck my subordinates."

He hadn't always been, but he'd learned that lesson. Luckily, before it had cost him his job or a sizable portion of his savings.

Crowding Max backward toward the nearest wall, he tugged at the knot at the base of Max's throat, pulling it loose and unbuttoning the top button on Max's shirt.

"I'm sure you'd make a very capable personal assistant," he teased, reaching down between them, his hand sliding along the inside of Max's thigh. "But I think I'd rather be able to keep doing this."

An easy shift of his wrist and his palm curved over the line of Max's cock.