Page 112 of Never Forget

“There’s no evidence of Curtis’ involvement in whatever’s happening at the label,” I say, pushing the salt and pepper shakers together. “But that doesn’t mean they don’t go together.”

“Curtis said the label is dropping the case against him. If X Media Corp. has some kind of influence in the label, they could be the ones pulling the strings to drop the case,” Scott says.

“Maybe it’s time to get real with Francis,” I say. “Give him something– I don’t know what. And let him know you’re onto him. Level with him, jilted employee to jilted employee. See if you can’t get him to crack.”

Cory passes him the weird little bandage that Sunni stuck on him earlier. “It’s as good a plan as any.”

“Between this and the phone, it should be enough?” Scott asks.

“It’ll be enough. We’ll be listening. If you need out, drop everything and get out.”

“Got it,” Scott says with a short nod. He puts some money on the table and stands to leave. “I’ll hit the head so you two can leave first.” His eyes dart to mine. “Are you heading home tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Cory says at the same time I answer, “I’m not sure yet.”

Scott’s lips pull up into a one-sided grin. “I pity whoever has to be your shadow now.”

“You’ll be back. I know you can’t resist following me around.”

Scott shrugs. “It’s a good view.”

He nods to Cory, then walks away. I watch him for as long as it takes to walk down a short, dark hallway and disappear behind a door.

Cory sighs. “Make it quick,” he grumbles as if I’d asked or told him anything.

I don’t think twice about it and follow Scott to the restroom.

He’s bent over the sink, splashing water on his face, when I enter. His eyes widen, then narrow at my reflection in the mirror. Straightening, he reaches for a couple paper towels, drying his face before facing me fully.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. And hear those things about me.” I don’t bother telling him what was true and what wasn’t. It doesn’t matter. What matters is letting him know I’m here now, if he still wants me.

Scott takes a slow, deep breath and lets it out like he’s trying to control himself.

“You know I don’t want anyone but you, right?”

Like a rubber band snapping, the tension in the room comes to a peak. In two long strides, Scott slams his body into mine. Our teeth clash as our mouths meet, tongues tangling in desperation to get closer to one another. My arms wrap around his waist, hands pushing under fabric to touch hot, bare skin. Scott walks me backwards, pushing a stall door open and then spinning us around to press me against it.

My fingers deftly unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down. He opens mine, and we pull each other out, frantically stroking and moaning into each other’s mouths like we aren’t in a public bathroom.

I’m desperate for him. Like it’s been weeks instead of days. Like I’m not sure when the next time I’ll get to touch him is, or like I’ll never get the chance again.

I pull away from the kiss, his bottom lip caught gently between my teeth. He groans and bucks into my hand. I place a gentle kitten lick over his lip and lower myself. The entire time, I keep my eyes locked on his. To show him my intent, but more importantly, to show him I’m his. To take, to own, to use, to punish…

Maybe even to love.

Amber eyes pierce mine, his stare bleeding into the marrow of my bones, making me heavy and aware of the rush of blood through my veins. The world narrows around our small pocket of space, creating a bubble around us, like everything outside our bodies is blurred and unreal.

I don’t look away. I don’t close my eyes. I don’t even blink as I take him in my mouth, sinking down his shaft until he’s pushing into the back of my throat. Even as I gag around him, I keep my eyes fixed on his. Rivulets of saliva run down either side of my lips as I pull back to lave my tongue over and around his sensitive crown.

Blindly, I reach for his hand and guide it to the back of my head. My fingers dig into his, encouraging him to grip my hair tightly. With a little pressure on the back of his hand, he starts to take over. It’s tentative, but he doesn’t stop to ask me if I’m sure or tell me he doesn’t need this. He sees in my eyes that I do.

My arms drop to my sides and my neck and shoulders relax, giving over to his control completely.

Slowly, Scott guides me up and down his length, his hips rolling with the motion. With every thrust of his hips, his cock pushes farther into the back of my throat. Tears stream from my eyes and snot pours out of my nose every time I gag, but I maintain eye contact. Likewise, his gaze never leaves mine, not even when the flush creeping up his neck takes over his face and his breaths become short, heavy pants. Not even when his mouth drops open in a silent cry and his thighs start to shake. He holds me steady, nose pressed into the dark patch of pubic hair at the base of his cock while he pulses his release into the back of my throat. I swallow it down greedily, the movement of my throat pulling an audible groan from him.

As he releases the pressure holding me down, slowly pumping between my lips while his balls empty the last of his orgasm over my tongue, my hand wraps around my own cock. I stroke myself feverishly, moaning and swallowing down the last of Scott’s load.

With his hands on either side of my face, Scott pulls me up to standing. I think he’s going to kiss me, but he only licks the side of my mouth, cleaning up an errant bit of cum, before dropping to his knees. Instead of taking me in his mouth, he opens his, showing me the flat of his wicked, pink tongue. His eyes are still blazing, pupils dilated.