Chapter 41

Quin shook his head. “Norton can’t detect it. None of the antivirus programs even know it exists.”

Curious in spite of himself, Jerry asked, “How’d I get it?”

Now Quin turned and looked at Jerry over the top of his glasses. “A porn site.”

Suddenly Jerry’s palms felt slick and his heart started to race. “What? That’s ridiculous. I didn’t—”

“You’d be surprised how many people claim the same thing, Mr. Bennett.” Quin started typing again, even though the computer hadn’t finished starting up. “But the only way you could’ve gotten this thing is if you were on a website that’s on our company ban list.”

“How do you know?” Jerry countered. “Maybe it’s more widespread than you think…”

“Hardly,” Quin said. “I should know. I invented it.”

Jerry stared at him, incredulous. “What?”

Quin continued typing and didn’t bother looking at Jerry as he spoke. “I programmed our network to install the virus whenever one of the banned sites was visited. You visit a blocked page, you get the virus. Then you call me, I have to remove it, and report you for violating company policy.”

“Now see here—”

Jerry’s words dried up in his throat as Quin turned the laptop around. On the screen was an extremely graphic video showing a naked, muscular, sexy man stroking his hard cock. Jerry recognized the video—he should’ve, he watched it online last night, matching his own hard jerks with the buff porn star’s. He knew what came next, a second man, also naked, bent over the arm of a sofa, ass cheeks spread in anticipation. The first man advancing on the second, dick in hand. Pushing the tip of his cock between those sweet buttocks, the moans, the grunts, the hard thrusts…Jerry had watched the video twice before he allowed himself to get off on it.

Then he’d erased his browser history, cleared his computer cache, deleted his temporary internet files—he knew how to do that much, at least—and thought no one would be the wiser.

Now this.

Softly, Quin said, “You dirty old man.”

Jerry felt his face flush hot. “At least I’m old enough to legally watch it.”

“I turned thirty last month,” Quin informed him. “And you can’t legallywatch it on a company computer.”

Jerry ran a hand through his thin, close-cropped hair. “Look, can’t you just delete this and forget about it? You don’t have to tell anyone. You don’t—”

“I don’t,” Quin agreed.

Jerry let out a relieved sigh. “God, thank you—”

“But what’s in it for me?”

Jerry frowned. There was a calculating look in those large, dark eyes now, and Quin held him pinned with that frank stare. “What do you mean?”

Quin shrugged. “If you want me to keep quiet…”

“What do you want?” Jerry asked.

Quin made a show of looking around the room. Obviously nothing was in it that might interest someone like him, but finally his gaze fell on the laptop’s screen, where two buff, naked men were fucking furiously. One eyebrow arched, and he glanced sideways at Jerry. “I hear you play the field.”

A spark of interest raced down Jerry’s spine and spread out, tingling his fingers and toes, exciting his dick. “You could say that,” he admitted. “I’m single, and I like to have a good time.”

“You play for both teams,” Quin said.

Jerry nodded. “Whoever strikes my fancy. I’m not particular.”

Quin let the moment stretch between them, then finally shrugged. “I like older men. Maybe we can work something out.”

NowJerry saw where this was going. With a languid grin, he leaned across the desk and turned on the charm. The kid wascute, after all. Lowering his voice, he murmured, “So what are you doing after work?”

Quin’s gaze turned back to the laptop and the two men screwing onscreen. “I’m sure we can find somethingto do.”

“I like the way you think,” Jerry said as his cock twitched in the confines of his khakis.

* * * *

For the rest of the day, Jerry’s thoughts weren’t far from Quin. He imagined what that rail-thin body would feel like in his arms, and pictured running his hands through that thick mess of hair. In his mind, he saw Quin on all fours, begging Jerry to mount him. He saw his hard cock parting those narrow buttocks, saw Quin’s back arch as he entered, saw his hands fist in the mop of dark hair as he tugged Quin’s head up while they fucked.

Yes, he was definitely looking forward to getting off tonight.

At quarter to six, Quin knocked on Jerry’s office door. He looked up from his laptop, which was running smoothly now, and gave Quin a sexy grin. “Hey there. I’m just finishing up.”

Quin leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, hip jutting at a sharp angle. “You really should use the Mac.”

“As long as my laptop works, I’m good,” Jerry told him.