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The man was far too good at his job for Josh to be happy about losing him. The reason he was putting up with being ogled, was Ethan had the same kind of verve Josh himself did. On top of that, he didn’t mind how many hours he worked, didn’t seem to care about having no home life, and really was only concerned with his pay packet at the end of the week.
Josh rewarded good work, loyalty, and dedication. It went against the grain to fire a man or to caution him simply because he was being far too curious about things that were of no concern to him.
As he climbed into the shower and washed himself off, he tried not to think about Ethan anymore. It was too damn creepy.
Instead, he thought about Samantha, and found, to his irritation, that his cock immediately hardened.
He hadn’t seen her since that day.
He refused to feel guilty about it. Refused to feel badly about pulling out of her and literally pulling away at the same time. But she’d thrown him a curveball by singlehandedly gifting him the best sex he’d ever had in his fucking life, and afterward, when he’d realized what he’d done, he’d been too punch drunk to even begin to think about making it right with her.
Now, he felt awkward about approaching her, but if they were to maintain the façade of their engagement for a little while longer—until Frank and Janice were more averse to the idea of attacking Samantha’s right for custody again, though, they had signed an agreement promising they’d play nice—then they had to be seen together in public at some point.
At least, that was what he told himself as he grabbed his cock and began to jack off. With the water pounding overhead, he tried not to think about the tight clutch of her pussy around his shaft. Tried to forget about her clinging wet walls as she squeezed him to death when she came…
No, it was impossible to do away with those thoughts.
It was too hard, because she was right there.
At the forefront of his mind. Making his hand move faster as his imagination went to work, as he imagined her hand on him, her tongue tasting the beads of pre-cum that were gathering at the tip of his shaft. He imagined her on her hands and knees in front of him, with the water making her eyelashes spiky as she stared up at him, her hair a swathe of wet silk curling about her shoulders in a cascade he wanted to knot his fingers in.
Fuck, how could he think of anything else?
She’d been driving him crazy and she hadn’t even called him. Not once.
Even though he discouraged his girlfriends from contacting him, preferring for it to be the other way around, it happened. Case in point with Jasmine.
But Samantha hadn’t.
Not once.
Not even when he’d had some papers sent around from the family law attorney he’d hired on her behalf.
It wasn’t that he wanted her to be grateful, it was that… what?
He wanted her to feel beholden?
No. That didn’t fit, and even his hard-on agreed as it started to wilt at the thought.
“I wanted her to call,” he admitted to himself quietly, with the water pounding down over his head. “Why didn’t she damn well call?”
He glowered down at his cock, but thoughts of Samantha kept it hard enough that the scowl didn’t affect it. Then, he thought about the sulky purse of her mouth, the tightening as she’d shown her irritation at him pulling away as though she were fucking diseased…
He cringed at the memory, but moved his hand slowly, imagining that sulky pout as she sucked him off. Punishing him with her lips, teasing him with her tongue. He imagined her staring deep into his eyes as she took him to a whole other level. She’d done it that day, why shouldn’t she rock his world again?
And again, and again?
He gulped, tipped his head forward as he rested one hand against the shower wall. Beneath his palm, the tile was smooth and cold, not silky and warm as her cheek would be if he cupped it. He imagined that; caressing her cheek, feeling the shape of his glans through the thin membrane, making her take his fingers too, stuffing her lips to the max.
Like that, his cock spurted its load. Just the notion of filling her, of rocking her world blew out his brains.
With rough, sharp pants, he grabbed a tight hold of his shaft and in short, brisk jerks rubbed out the rest of his arousal.
The release sank down into the drain along with his sweat, and as he watched it go, he stared down at it bitterly.
It was, he knew, his fault that he was jacking off more than he’d done since he was a teenager. It was his fault she wasn’t here, in this goddamn shower with him, her legs around his hips, her back against the wall as he pounded into her…
When his cock twitched again, he forced himself to calm down and to think of anything other than her.
