“My office is a worse rumor mill than a teenage girls’ slumber party. How do you think the video of our escapades today got around so fast? Of course, I fully expect to make the paper tomorrow.” I giggle behind my hand as we step up to the next group who welcome me with raised eyebrows.
I actually like a lot of his associates. They tease him good-naturedly while seeming interested in what I do. All in all, it’s turning out to be a really fun night.
9
Colin
I’ve watched Maggie all night in awe of her ability to charm everyone she comes in contact with. Even the senior partners have fallen under her spell. I’ll have to keep an eye on that since several have roving hands.
She’s standing at the bar talking to one of the young junior woman associates. She has a smile from ear to ear, her hands waving animatedly as she laughs at some story. I’ve been cornered by one of the partners to discuss a client which I’m only half listening to.
She has completely captivated me. I can’t pry my eyes off of her, until Britney walks in. Or is it Bethany, I can’t figure out why I never can remember. Crap, this can’t be good. She doesn’t work at the law firm but she is the administrative assistant for one of our top clients. It wouldn’t have been hard for her to find out when the party was, I just don’t understand why she would show up. She smiles warmly as she makes her way over. When she gets to me, my associates leave me like a sinking ship.
“Hello, Colin,” she purrs, greeting me with a kiss on the cheek. Every nerve ending I have goes on full alert. “I’ve missed you,” she whispers into my ear. I look over to find Maggie watching the entire exchange. “Why haven’t you called me?” She slowly runs her hand down my chest. My muscles freeze as I look over at Maggie.
“Why are you here?” I ask. “I’m here with someone. I told you that we will never be together.” She looks at me before chuckling. I’m trying desperately not to cause a scene.
“That’s cute. Is she the flavor for tonight? I assume she’s the tiny one glaring at me from the bar. She shouldn’t take you too long once you have her on her back. Call me when you’re done, you look like you could use a good lay.” She’s running her hand back down my chest when Maggie catches her by the wrist. I didn’t see her move next to me.
“If you’re going to grope my date, I would appreciate an introduction first.” When she tries to speak, Maggie cuts her off. “I don’t give a rat’s ass who you are, actually,” she says calmly. “Touch him again, I’ll rip your fake boobs off and feed them to you.”
She turns to me, grabbing my hair, pulling me into a kiss. Not just a quick peck. A mind-blowing, toe-curling, cock swelling kiss. When she finally turns me loose, all I can do is try to catch my breath. Looking around, I find everyone staring at us as Britney, or whatever her name is, stomps out of the room.
“You have my number,” she says loudly before leaving. Taking my hand, Maggie pulls me onto the dance floor. It takes me a minute to clear my head enough to actually dance.
“I’m sorry. I’ve been dodging her since the party at Grayson’s. She’s starting to turn into a stalker,” I say as an attempt at an apology.
“Apparently, it’s just not possible for us to spend a quiet evening together without our past coming back to haunt us. I think we might be stuck in a Dickens novel orGroundhog Day. I haven’t decided yet,” Maggie laughs. “I probably could have handled that better though.”
“I think that was handled perfectly. How come I can be completely humiliated by being attacked by a one-night stand and you know exactly what to say to make it okay? I just froze.”
“Maybe tending to each other’s baggage is our superpower? We can write a comic book together. I call dibs on the writing which means you have to be able to illustrate it. It can beSuicide Squadmeets GQ.”
“Crap, I can’t even draw a stick figure. Can I at least draw you like Laura Croft, only in a catsuit? You can model so I get it right. I want to make sure I get the boobs perfect.” She laughs out a snort, covering it with her hand as we move around the floor.
With my hand resting on her back, just above her firm ass, I’m finding it impossible to get my erection back under control. I’m pretty sure she can feel it pressed against her stomach. That kiss didn’t help with the problem either.
“So between the body shots earlier and the skank this evening, how much trouble do you think you’re in?” she asks. “Do we call it a successful weekend steeped in shenanigans or do we need to try harder? Are there any major sporting events we can streak through?” I’m grinning like an idiot when the music finally stops. “See, it already seems ridiculous. Are you ready to go? We have a night of bingeing Netflix to attend.” I spin her one last time around the dance floor before heading out the door.
“Just in case I didn’t tell you earlier, you looked beautiful tonight.” I unlock the door to the condo, letting Maggie precede me in.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that. But, like all good things, this too has come to an end. I’m going to change into something more comfortable. It’s your turn to pick the movie. Any ideas?”
“I’ll let you choose again. I think I’m going to go run through the shower. Pick something out and I’ll be back in a little while.” I head into the guest bathroom, shedding my tux onto the bed on the way by. When the hot water hits me, I relax into the heat.
Holy fuck, that kiss! Fisting my cock, I close my eyes thinking of Maggie swaying her hips in that dress tonight. The way her tongue tangled with mine when she pulled me down, crashing our mouths together in the middle of the party. Moaning loudly, I close my eyes tight as I roughly jerk on my cock. Suddenly I feel someone else in the bathroom with me.
My eyes flash open, searching the room until they stop on Maggie, watching me from the door. I groan when our eyes meet. Why is she standing there like every wet dream I’ve had since first laying eyes on her five years ago?
“Colin? Are you okay?” I whisper no, but I can’t tell if she can hear me.
“Maggie, please just go,” I groan. Standing perfectly still, I hold my painful erection. I glance back over at her through the glass. I can see her debating something before she shoves the door closed behind her. I watch as she stalks toward the shower.
Her voice is a deep rasp when she asks, “Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” I try to stop, but my hand pumps my erection hard once. I can feel the burning start in my spine. “When you close your eyes do you see me on my knees in front of you, slowly working the zipper down as you wrap your hands in my hair?” I moan as my hand works harder, the burning feeling driving me to a fevered pace as my vision starts to dim.
“When I take your cock out do I lick slowly circling the head or do I take it deep to the back of my throat before sucking back up in long milking strokes?” With a shout, I explode, spraying the shower wall with my cum. After two more thrusts into my hand, I’m spent.
The ringing in my ears quiets to a dull roar as my vision returns. When I turn to look out of the shower, Maggie is gone. Shit! I rinse off, dressing quickly before heading to the living room. If I’m very lucky, I can catch her before she’s packed up to leave. I find Maggie sitting calmly on the couch reading a book. She has a movie cued up waiting for me.
