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And turning me into an instant fucking animal.
I didn’t even remember calling her, but before I knew it, I had my phone on my ear and my jaw clenched tight as I waited to hear Holland pick up.
And when she finally did, she had a teasing lilt in her voice.
“Iain.”
“You’re killing me,” I said as I strode out of the bar.
“I know,” she replied softly. Smugly.
“How much have you had to drink?” I asked.
She exhaled something indignant. “I’m on my ten millionth shot and I’m about to enter a wet T-shirt contest. Is that cool with you?”
“Holland,” I warned, jabbing my finger at the elevator button.
“Iain,” she countered, laughing so jovially I wanted to laugh with her, but it was impossible considering the state of my throbbing dick and the fact that she was most certainly seconds from putting me in my place. “First off, Mister Serious,” she started with an audible smirk. “It’s entirely your choice to be working at 10PM on a Friday night. Second, like I’ve told you a million times, I’m a big girl. I know my limits and I’m not so drunk right now that I’m going to forget to cover my tits and pussy before I go back outside.”
I stepped into the elevator, breathing deep as my piece-of-shit brain gave me a mental picture of that.
“Where are you right now?” I asked.
“The bathroom where I took a million naked selfies.”
“Send them to me.”
“Later. Where are you?”
“Heading to my room.”
“By yourself?”
“Yes.”
She paused for a moment, as if letting my answer sink in. “What are you going to do?”
“Jack off while I look at pictures of your pussy,” I said as the elevator stopped to open its doors on the third floor. Two women smiled at me as they walked in, and I heard Holland giggle at the sound of the automated voice saying, “Third floor. Going up.”
“Are you hard right now?” she asked, her words just slurred enough for my jaw to tense.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Do you want to fuck me right now?”
“Very much.”
She sighed, quiet for a couple seconds. “I want that too,” she finally said, sounding like the sweetest mix of tired, dreamy and tipsy. “I want your cock so bad, Iain. I just want to feel you come inside me,” she murmured, forcing me to tug on my bottom lip to suppress a groan.
And as if her breathy wish for my cum wasn’t torture enough, I suddenly heard the creaking of the bathroom door followed by the din of a crowd. She was back at the bar. The elevator stopped on another floor as I heard her order another margarita before murmuring into the phone again.
“Are you going to do that when you come back home?” she asked me.
I kept my expression neutral in the near full elevator, the occasional eyes darting my way. Under my stoic shell and tailored suit, no one would guess that I wasn’t discussing business with a colleague. That I was in fact talking to my best friend’s little sister. Reassuring her of my plans to fill her pussy with my cum.
“Of course I am,” I murmured.
Holland hummed a sound of satisfaction. “Are you going to be rough with me?” she asked curiously, sending blood rushing to my already stiff cock. I drew in a breath and let it out, needing a second to respond.
