“Maggie, I need to apologize for what just happened.” She raises a hand stopping me, her dark eyes searching my face.
“Come sit down, Colin.” I slowly sink down on the other end of the couch from her. Turning to me, I watch her take a deep breath before continuing. “That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. Maybe I should be mad, I assume some women would be. I just had the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met admit that his fantasies about me are so hot he has to rub himself off. I’m having a really hard time getting upset about that. Do you do… that… a lot?”
I’m pretty sure by now my face is the same shade as her dress from tonight. I’ve never been caught jacking off. Not by my parents growing up, not by Grayson in college, never. Now, not only was I caught but my fantasy actually participated.
“More than I’d like to admit. What were you doing in there anyway?”
“Sorry, I heard a moan so I was worried about you. I never would have embarrassed you like that if I had realized.” We sit in awkward silence for a few minutes. “I seem to be doing that a lot lately too. Maybe someday you can return the favor.” Oh God yes, please!
“Don’t put that image in my head or I’ll have to go back in there.” She grins over at me before reaching for the remote. “You want some popcorn?”
“Yes, please.” I hand her the bowl of popcorn when I get back from the kitchen. Sitting down, I pull the blanket around us as she settles against me. When I reach for a handful of popcorn she quickly moves the bowl out of my reach. “You did wash your hands, right?” I groan at her. “Look at the positive side, at least when I bust your balls now, I know how to fix them.”
Maggie lasts almost to the end of the movie this time before she falls asleep. Turning off the TV, I lift her to my chest again, hauling her to my bed, tucking her in. I would give anything to wake up next to her in the morning, but I know, even after what happened tonight, she’s not there yet. How did I fall in love with a woman I haven’t even slept with? Sighing, I pull the door closed gently behind me before walking down the hall to the guest room.
I can feel someone watching me sleep the next morning. Sliding one eye open, I find Maggie smiling back. Moaning, I roll onto my back.
“What time is it?” I ask, stretching.
“It’s around nine, sleepyhead. You promised to show me more of the city before I leave this afternoon.”
“Okay. Let me get dressed. I’ll take you to breakfast.” She continues to lay on the bed watching me. “I’m in my underwear,” I point out, expecting her to leave.
“Uh-huh.”
“With morning wood.”
“I’ve seen you naked with your dick in your hand. I think I can handle underwear.” She does have a point. I roll out of bed pulling on the jeans I moved here last night. It takes me ten minutes to finish making myself somewhat presentable, Maggie watching me the whole time. “That was a nice show. There’s nothing like a little eye candy in the morning to start one’s day.”
“Maggie, you’re a mess,” I say, shaking my head, walking down the hall to the bathroom. Returning, I take her hand, pulling her out the door of the condo. It doesn’t take long to get settled in a diner for breakfast. We line out the rest of the morning, spending time at the World War I museum, train station, and Hallmark.
Before I realize it, it’s time to take her to the airport. This time when we stand next to my car, we have several of the policemen catcall us about the body shots from Saturday. Maggie seems to love being a part of something a little degenerate. I’m going to catch hell about it on Monday.
“When are you coming to town for Grayson and Izzy’s wedding?” she asks as I pull her suitcase out of the car.
”I’ve taken the whole holiday off. I’ll be down to spend Christmas with the family, then I’m sure it will be crazy until New Year’s. I have to be back at work the second. What are you doing for Christmas? You’re always welcome to spend it with us in Aspen.”
“Claire and I have decided to spend it together. She doesn’t want to go home, so we thought we would hang out. We’re doing a bachelorette party after that. I can’t think it will be too wild since Izzy’s pregnant. I’ll be around if you get bored. You already know I’m up for a good time.” She winks, kissing me quickly before reaching for her suitcase. “Bye, Colin.”
“I don’t think so.” I pull her against me. “I’ve licked salt off your breast and jacked off in front of you. You can at least give me a decent kiss goodbye, beautiful.” I lean down, sealing my mouth over hers as her hands reach for my hair.
Pushing up on her toes, she uses my hair to pull me closer. Her lips part when I trace her bottom lip with my tongue, pulling a growl from me. I explore every inch of her mouth, memorizing her taste before letting her go.
Her lips are swollen when we part. She takes her suitcase, walking into the terminal. Before she turns the corner, disappearing from sight, she looks back, grinning over her shoulder. Then she's gone again.
There’s a cheer from the police, inspiring me to raise both fists in triumph when I’m facing them. I climb back in my car, hating my dull life I have to return to. Life is just not fun without Maggie in it.
* * *
Monday starts out bad, then spirals downward. First it takes me a full minute, when I wake, to remember Maggie went home. It’s probably because everything still has traces of her attached to it. I can still smell her shampoo in my shower, it permeates my bed, even the blanket she fell asleep under watching Netflix.
The absolute worst, however, is that no matter how hard I tried, I could not jerk off last night. The traitorous bastard refuses to perform without her smoky voice coming through the shower door at it. I’m still debating the merits of phone sex when I walk into my office thirty minutes later. I haven’t even finished my coffee when I’m called into the senior partner’s office.
I spend the next twenty minutes getting a lecture on how my actions do not reflect the fine reputation of the firm. Really? Is that what he’s thinking when he bends one of his interns over his desk? It doesn’t help my case when he slaps the society page from the newspaper down with my euphoric face happily licking salt off of Maggie’s stomach. The caption reads “Is KC’s most eligible attorney back to his old ways?”
Firing me isn’t considered, I bring in too many billable hours for that, so he announces I now have a sanction in my file. Whatever. When I’m finally allowed to return to my office, it’s decorated with multiple copies of the newspaper article, condoms, and shot glasses.
My secretary does her best to help me clean it up, apologizing for being away from her desk when this was done. Right when I think nothing can be more embarrassing than picking up condoms with your secretary, one of my biggest clients walks in.
