I let out a bark of laughter at her response. I didn’t think about that when we exchanged numbers. Now I’m standing here like a literal dumbass
Cory: I’m just kidding. I know it’s you, Dom. Alex gave me the heads-up that you’d be calling or texting when I got off shift. Making you sweat is an added bonus.
The sweating I want to do is entirely different, one where she’s naked, as am I, and we’re right here, out in the open, my mouth on hers, her hands gripping my hair, and those long shapely legs of hers wrapped around me. Christ, my cock throbs beneath my pants at the thought of making it come true.
Dom: Christ, sweetheart. You have no idea.
Cory: Oh, really?
Dom: Really.
Cory: Back to this proposition… It sounds ominous. Should I call a lawyer or a priest?
I lean my hip against the pillar, typing with one hand while my eyes track the lights bouncing off the other buildings.
Dom: Neither. Only your full attention, but I can wait until after you’ve had your midnight snack.
I didn’t mention Alex told me Cory has a penchant for late snacks, especially after a night shift.
There’s a much longer pause this time. She’s probably sitting on the couch, legs tucked beneath her, a blanket wrapped around her with her damp hair piled on top of her head. Cory’s beautiful eyes are probably narrowing as she calculates how I knew
Cory: Clearly, my best friend has been talking. The loudmouth. I’m going to kill her. Slowly.
Dom: I’ve contemplated doing similar a few times recently. I’m pretty sure silver bracelets for life aren’t the latest fashion statement. Plus, she’s protective. I’m resourceful, and I get what I want.
Cory: Is that so? And what exactly do you want, Dom? It is, after all, past one in the morning. Shouldn’t men like yourself be asleep dreaming about mergers and counting your pennies?
The playful banter suddenly feels heavy, thick with the same electrical undercurrent that pulled at us earlier today and at the club. I run my hand through my hair, gripping the back of my neck while trying to come up with something to say.
Dom: I’m dreaming of something else. The next day you have off, I want to take you out, just you and me and an embarrassing amount of queso from the market you like.
The dots appear, only to vanish, and then appear again. This is something entirely new to me. In business, I always hold the cards, unless it comes to the stodgy board members. With Cory, I am putting my cards on the table and waiting for her to show me her hand.
Cory: You’re making it impossible to say no and easier for me to wring Alex’s neck. That being said, my bed is calling my name. I’ll use pure exhaustion in order to not give in to your charms too easily.
Dom: Are you admitting to not being tired and that you’re thinking about me?
Cory: Good night, Dom. Sleep well. Don’t let the tech stocks bite.
Dom: Dream of me, Cory.
She doesn’t reply. The lack of a rejection means I’ve got a fighting chance. If she wanted to push me away, she could have done that with a single word. Instead, she flirted, left the door open, which is all I need to wedge myself into her life.
I walk back into my penthouse, toss the phone on the counter, and make my way into the bedroom. My hands go to my neck, ripping the silk tie down and tossing it blindly toward a chair as I continue my path. My shirt is next, the crisp white fabric becomes tighter, and when I throw it to the side, the cool air of the apartment does nothing to calm me down. I walk into the master bedroom, needing to relax in some sort of way. My conscience is screaming at me, yet the need to have Cory beneath me is superseding the guilt I’m carrying. I step out of the rest of my clothes, turn the shower head to the coldest setting before stepping in. The icy shock to my system does nothing to my raging hard-on. I let out a low groan, my muscles locking up against the chill, and still, the freezing water fails to calm down my blood pooling south.
I do the only thing a man can do. I wrap my hand around my cock, close my eyes, and think about the woman I want here with me.
CHAPTER FOUR
corinne
Ilove my friend, but she’s a meddler, that’s for sure. She’s yet to admit she has the hots for her boss’ brother, and I have the need to play Cupid for her after her shenanigans today.
Does she mean well? Yes.
Does it make me feel any better about contemplating payback? Also yes.
I have half a mind to climb out of my bed, change from the slip of a nightgown into clothes, drive to her apartment, bang on her door, and ask her what the hell she was thinking. Then I realize the time and really dive into the why I’m annoyed and realize it’s not because she gave Dom valuable information. Oh no, that would be all too easy.
