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Finally we get into the car to go to dinner. “Where do you want to eat?”
“I don’t know, what do you want?” He ignores my question for another call. He’s friendly and polite to them. Now we’re just riding around at this point … and I’m waiting for a response.
Eric disconnects his call, impatiently flapping his hands again. “Where are we going?” he yells. “You never told me where you wanted to eat.” There is no talking or conversation, just his sudden animated outburst.
I look at him …is he for fucking real?“You’ve been on your phone since we left the house and ignored my question. What do you want?”
“I don’t know; I’m hungry as shit. I’m about to just say fuck it and go to McDonald’s.” He gasses the car down the road.
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes. I’m not even hungry at this point. My stomach is in knots. This has to be what anxiety feels like. I cross my arms across my body, shifting in my seat to look out the window.
“What’s wrong with you?”Really,I think to myself,he really doesn’t have a clue.
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
“What time do we need to leave for the estate sale?”
I look at him. “I don’t know … I didn’t think we were going.”
“Well, I’m busy, but I figure we could go check it out; we’re not staying the night because I have a meeting the following morning.” I plaster on a fake smile as I look back out the window. “You sure you don’t want anything?” he asks as he pulls up to McDonald’s.
“Yes.”
* * *
“Oh … my … God,”I scream as I lace my fingers through his long dark hair; I tug his face deeper into my sex. His lips are strong and soft, brushing over my sex before he sucks my clitoris. Moaning, I throw my head back. He presses my thighs open. I gasp as his tongue swirls and sucks my clitoris. He growls, kissing his way up my body, sucking and nibbling across my stomach. I clutch the sheets, arching my back as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. With his other hand he dips his fingers inside my folds. Gasping, I start to shake and tighten around him as he finger fucks me. My silk covers his fingers as I find my release.
I wake up hunched in the fetal position, my thighs are squeezing tight around my hand. I jump. “What the …” I gasp, pulling my fingers away from my sex. Breathing hard, I drop back into the pillows. Eric is snoring beside me, and I just had the best organism I’ve had in years. My toes are still tingling. Damn, why can’t that be my real life? I roll over, fluffing my pillow.
QUINTON
Fucking hell, I wake up to a wet dream in the middle of the night. All I can see are those damn sapphire eyes; I can still taste her essence on my lips. I grab my sheet, wiping my cock, tossing it aside. I roll over, fluffing my pillow. That would be her side of the bed, if she existed. I’m going out after work and finding me a blue-eyed companion for the night.
At least I didn’t miss my morning run. Andy is getting on my nerves as we run through the park. He’s huffing already, and it’s only been four miles. “If you want a body like mine, you’re going to have to do better than this, friend,” I tease, yet I’m fucking serious.
Winded he agrees, “I’m building up my stamina.”Yeah? But at what cost? Bringing me down from mine?I don’t say anything.
After we finish our run, I head back to my apartment and hit the gym. An hour later, I run into Lucinda stripping my sheets to wash them. I hope she doesn’t see my dried wad. I don’t say anything as I hit the shower. I grab my Aveda shampoo and lather my sweat-glazed hair. It smells nice. The conditioner isn’t bad either. I grab my body wash lathering my killer body. I like my forty-six-inch chest—correction I love it.I do have a sexy body, I think, flexing my biceps.
I stand naked in front of my floor-to-ceiling mirror, drying my body and admiring my six pack, hell admiring all of my dips and ripples. Thank god for good genetics. Looking at my dark hair and dark eyes, I see both my parents, which reminds me I need to call my mother.
I run my fingers through my hair, causing it to naturally part in the center; I brush the sides first and then the back. I apply some Aveda pomade,perfect.I groom my scruff,perfect. I walk into my oversized walk-in closet,Hmmm what to wear?Guess I will go gray today.I have the same morning routine: workout, shower, and head into the office.
I grin when I see Gerry holding my coffee. “Thanks, love the suit.” Today he has donned a chartreuse suit. I might need to put my shades on when he graces my white chair. I laugh on the inside.
“Thanks, it’s new.” He swaggers into my office. “Marcus surprised me with it last night.”
“I do love a new suit, which reminds me, I need to pick one up.”
“Are you going to get something other than navy or gray?” Gerry smirks.
“Probably not.” I grin. “Why mess with perfection? This is my signature style.” Sometimes I dress it up with a fancy tie; on a casual day I don’t wear a tie.
“You need some color in your wardrobe.” He smirks, looking deadpan.
“That’s why I keep you around, you add plenty of color to my life.” I grin as I look out of my window at the little ants scattering like their trail was trampled. Lost and now trying to find their way. “What’s my schedule like for the rest of the week?” I’m itching to start this new project.
“You’re wide open after Thursday. Should I book you some accommodations?”
