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If I thought Noemi was sexy in her jeans and sweater, that didn’t even hold a candle to her in a blazer with stockings and cheeky underwear. I had been going to sleep with her in that outfit every day since I saw her last weekend. It didn’t help seeing Easton Mercer either.
He was my son's best friend or well he used to be, actually, I don’t know if they were still friends. It had been close to six years since I had seen him, and he was not the same boy. He had always been handsome, but now he looked like a man, a man that I very much wanted to lean over a bench to see how red I could get his ass.
Thoughts of having them bent over for me were threatening to make my brain short circuit on the Zoom call I was in. Shouldn’t this have ended a half hour ago?
“I hate to cut things short, but I have a business dinner I have to get to across town,” I said, looking at my watch. “I think we touched on everything?”
“Yes, Mr. Barros. I think it might be right to sell now rather than later, but I will get you those numbers and let you know,” Dan, my employee, said. “Please look at the property in Manhattan, I think you will be surprised by it. Oh, and the proposal for the hockey team.”
“Great, keep me in the loop,” I said, shutting the laptop.
Leaning back in my chair I wondered what the hell I was going to do. I had come back to see my son and my granddaughters, but it seemed he was more than happy stringing me along. It was Thursday. I still hadn’t heard from Noemi and it was driving me insane. I expected a phone call on Monday or even Tuesday, but I was starting to wonder if Easton had given her my phone number.
I acted before I could think about it. I quickly found Easton’s phone number, glad that I had the foresight to call myself from his phone. Hitting call before I decided this was a bad idea, the phone rang a few times and I knew he wasn’t going to answer.
“Mercer,” he answered, sounding distracted.
“Hello, Easton,” I purred, knowing I had caught him off guard.
“Vincent,” he replied. “What can I do for you?”
“You’re not going to ask how I got your number?” I taunted.
I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t help it.
“You called yourself. I noticed it after I fucked Noemi into an orgasm-coma,” he said, and I knew he had to be smirking.
That little shit, but I liked his brattiness.
“Well, I’m trying to fuck her into a coma. Did you give her my number?” I tried to sound bored.
“She knows where to come if she needs another one,” he said, as I heard papers being shuffled around.
I clenched my jaw at the need to reprimand him. An image of Easton bent over with markings all over his ass and back got me hard.
“How did she do?” I wondered if he showed her the ropes or if he kept it vanilla for her.
“Are we gossiping like teenagers over our conquests?”
“You're asking for trouble, Easton,” I growled.
“I like trouble and I’m not the same young boy you once knew,” he replied, but it wasn’t the confident voice he used earlier as he sighed. “If you must know, she did well. I think if someone had the time and patience to show her the lifestyle, I think she would blossom perfectly. She liked to be spanked.”
“You spanked her?”
“She wanted to dip her toes in and what better way to do it,” Easton said, as a ding from an elevator sounded. “Her ass was gorgeous, all red and pink.”
“Easton,” I snapped as a deep chuckle came through.
“I gave her your number but—” He paused. “Please don’t throw her off the deep end. I really believe with the right Dom; she could be a great sub.”
“That almost sounds affectionate, Easton,” I said, intrigued.
It seemed that we had been enraptured by the same woman and if sex with her was that great, I almost hesitated pursuing her.
“She’s different and she’s intrigued me,” he said, like she was no big deal, but his tone said otherwise.
“I don’t plan on scaring her. If you say she would be a good sub, I do love a good contract,” I said, getting up from my desk.
