Page 93 of Scoring Chance

My morning crawls. It’s a rule of physics that the clock slows to a virtual halt whenever one is expecting to get laid. Time is a cockblocker.

We are one week out from the Silq Cosmetics pitch. My team and I have been working like crazy to finalize the pitch, scrutinizing every word of copy, every image, every bullet point on our PowerPoint. This has to be perfect.

I summon all my cognitive powers to focus on work, even though all I can think about is getting to make love to Tanner in a few hours. Fortunately, we realize that one of our commercial pitches is weak, so we spend a good hour brainstorming new ideas. It allows me to forget about sex for a little bit. Miracles can happen when you believe.

When the clock strikes noon, I turn into the Road Runner, ready to meep meep the fuck out of here.

“You’re going out for lunch?” Craig asks, laying down on the couch in my office.

“I have to run an errand and help Tanner with something. I’ll be quick.” I stop at my office door and reconsider. “Not that quick. But I’ll be back soon. Keep working on honing that new commercial premise we cracked, but also get some lunch. Let your brains relax. They’ll come back stronger.”

That’s what I’m doing. I’m not shirking job responsibility. I’m going to clear my mind and my ball and come back to the office sharp as hell.

I walk so fast to the elevator, I hear wind whoosh past my ears. My dick is like a dog pulling at the owner’s leash.

The elevator doors open, and Stan steps out.

“Des, how’s the Silq pitch coming?”

“Great. We’re ready to go for next week.”

“Excellent. I’d like to swing by your office and hear the pitch, offer some feedback where I can.”

“Now?”

Stan raises his eyebrows.

“I actually have to help Tanner with something. For the kids. This afternoon?”

Stan’s face doesn’t move, and I wonder if I just fucked myself over for the promotion in one fell horny swoop. Then he breaks into a laugh, the wrinkles on his face creasing with joy.

“Kids will keep you busy!” He laughs to himself. “How’s three?”

“Perfect!” I give him a thumbs up and slide into the elevator. I heave out a breath as the doors close.

Twelve long, agonizing minutes later, I pull into my apartment building’s parking structure. I have to drive down one long, agonizing level to my spot. At this point, I could crash my car into a wall and just buy a new one. Anything to cut down this commute and be inside Tanner sooner.

I trudge up the stairwell to the lobby, heart pounding in my ears. My dick throbs at the sight of Tanner leaning against the mailboxes scrolling on his phone.

“Hey!” He looks down, those bright blue eyes sparkling, inviting me in. “Did you have trouble leaving the⁠—”

I push him against the wall of mailboxes and plant a steamy, epic kiss on his lips. Fuck, are we doing this right here right now? I could. I’ve had sex in public places before.

Tanner pulls back, his face flush, eyes heavy-lidded. “Good afternoon.”

“Sorry, babe. Been a long morning.” I don’t have more witty banter in me right now. I take his hand and lead us to the elevator. I push the up button a few times, waiting waiting waiting. If Tanner so much as breathes into my ear, I may come in my pants.

“Lulu still felt a little nauseous when I dropped her off this morning, but fortunately, I haven’t heard from the school, so she should be fine,” Tanner says.

“That’s great.”

The ding of the elevator makes my dick jump in my pants. I hustle us inside and press the door close button a few dozen times. I could ravage Tanner, but then I remember the security camera in the corner. It’s a miracle with all the sex I’ve had that a sex tape hasn’t leaked. Let’s not start today.

“You look so hot,” I whisper in Tanner’s ear. My dick is poking his leg, and I don’t have the good manners to stop.

“I’m wearing a T-shirt and old pair of jeans.”

“I know. Like I said. Hot.” I kiss his neck. I’m teetering on the edge of sex tape elevator. Only Tanner’s good manners can stop me.