About Signet and Silk

by JJ Massa
21 pages / 8000 words
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When high powered lawyer and sexual top Pierce Anders catches intern Landon giving him the eye, he decides to give the kid just what he's been begging for. All those furtive looks have gotten Landon pretty hot, too, and when Pierce traps him in the copy room, he's not sure what might happen. Can both Pierce and Landon get what they need?

Sample

I stood at the copier, running a hand through my hair and sighing. My job wasn’t all that strenuous, but it was very tedious. One of the female partners had just laid an assignment on me that would take most of the afternoon. Being an intern in a big law firm sucked sometimes, even though it was great for my resume. I had another year left in law school and I needed the credentials.

The file room was small and felt pretty warm. More so because I kept thinking about Pierce Anders’ silk boxers. You’re not supposed to look when another guy’s standing next to you in the men’s room. He’s supposed to stare straight ahead and so are you. No eye contact and definitely no looking.

I broke the rule. Discreetly, I hope, but I broke it. I looked to the right while Mr. Anders stood there taking a piss, just a quick glance. I didn’t see what his elegant hand was holding, only the shine from that signet ring he always wears, and his blue-green silk boxers, the same color as his eyes.  Oh man!

Even that tiny peek sent my heart galloping so hard my chest hurt. Now, I couldn’t think of anything else. My mind was spinning with images of the dark-haired, hard-muscled lawyer in nothing but those silk boxers, and maybe a sexy smile.

They would be soft at the waist, a caress against the dark hair of his taut thighs, and a whisper brushing over his cock. When he was soft, the silk would cradle him, the tight dark curls pushing the sleek fabric; when he was hard, the silk would feel so smooth, so intimate against his hot flesh.

I had to grab the copier, I felt so light headed. A loud grinding noise told me that I must’ve hit a couple of buttons in my attempt to steady myself.

“Shit,” I spat, pulling my foot back to kick the annoying hunk of plastic and misery.

“Uh, uh, uh,” came a rich, deep chuckle, right above my left ear.