Evan Foster is left with nothing after his father screwed up their family company. Evan's father ended up in jail, his mother in a mental institution, and they lost all their possession to the bank. Evan dropped out of college and he still has to pay for his mother's treatment. He has a job at a diner but it isn’t nearly enough.<br><br>Brian Donaghue is a millionaire with a multinational company but isn’t lucky in love. When he sees the picture Evan sends in with a resume, he’s immediately interested. But the way he ropes Evan into his company is far from conventional. Brian makes Evan an offer he can’t refuse.<br><br>Or can he?

Ya Like That?

Evan nearly cried hearing it. He lowered his arms, wincing at the pins and needles stabbing them after having them in one position too long. With his hands shaking, he tried and failed to undo his jeans, until finally he made it.


“Briefs, eh? I knew it. Never thought you were the going-commando type anyway,” Brian purred as he stroked Evan’s bulge through the cotton material.


Evan moaned, thrusting into Brian’s hand. It felt so good. Precum leaked copiously and the wet sound of the fabric against Brian’s hand made him shudder. His chest felt heavy, his breath hitching. His hands returned voluntarily behind his head, his grip tightening. He needed to grab his hair, anything, to stop himself from reaching down and sending himself off to completion. He jerked and grunted to the rhythm of Brian’s strokes, cried out angrily when Brian daredlet go, but then sobbed in bliss when Brian yanked his briefs down, freeing Evan’s cock and tugging at it without mercy.


Chapter 6