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He laughed, but I didn’t think he found me funny. “You don’t think I know about long distance relationships? The only thing that doesn’t work from far away is making a baby. Otherwise, it’s all possible. I have two words for you: Video call sex.”
“Great,” I muttered. “Now I have an image of you jacking off to a computer camera.”
“That’s not all we do,” he said, his usual mischief lacing his words.
I rubbed my eyes and wished sleep would come soon. “Fucker.”
“All I’m saying is if you want her, you’ll make it happen.”
“I met a woman in a bar. In. A. Bar.”
“Was she a hooker?”
I pulled my cell from my ear, stared at it for a second. “What? No.”
“Then there’s a chance.”
“You’re saying I can’t have a relationship with a hooker?”
“Do youwanta relationship with a hooker?”
I had to laugh. “Where the hell is this conversation going?”
“You said it wasn’t going to work.”
“How many one-night stands have you had? Wait… how manyquickieshave you had?”
He grunted. Yeah, that was what I thought. His rookie days in pro hockey had to have been filled with puck bunnies and quick fucks.
“How many of them did you think of after you zipped up and walked away?”
He still didn’t say anything, so I pushed on.
“Then why are you all up in my business?”
“Because you’re you, not a pro athlete with women offering their panties and BJs.”
“Well, no puck bunnies around here. I’m CEO of James Corp. A relationship isn’t happening. I have a to-do list a mile long. Hotels to run. I sign the paychecks for tens of thousands of people so they can buy groceries. I have a shit ton of responsibility.”
My job was my life. My life was in Denmark. Singapore. Wherever. Definitely not in Eve’s perfect, tight, wet, amazing pussy.
“You took a break from that responsibility, from the Hyport deal, long enough to fuck in a bar once, you can do it again.”
“I don’t want to have a string of quickies. I’m too old for that shit.”
I had no idea why I was arguing with him about this. Maybe it was because I really wanted Eve, wanted more of her and not just face down over a desk, but was cranky because I couldn’t have her and he was rubbing my face in it.
“Whatever, dude. You, your right hand and your dick, have fun tonight. Whisper sexy words in Danish to yourself as you jack off.”
I hung up to him laughing. The asshole.
8
EVE
The past three mornings,I woke up at five and leapt from the bed. Peeked out the window. No Mr. Big Dick. The house behind mine was dark. I hadn’t seen Silas–or his dick–since the bar. I’d thought about it… him, non-stop, since. When I’d ordered my glass of wine that night and glanced at the guy sitting at the bar, I’d done a double take. It had been him. My sexy wake-up alarm. Clothed. And up close. I’d been stunned and had given him a thorough once over. That beard. Those pale eyes. Square jaw. Slightly tousled hair. Then his body–clothed–was solid, well-muscled but still lean. His clothes were high end, but not stuffy. Conservative but stylish in an understated way. Pretty much, he looked good without showing off or appearing like he was trying.
It took me a bit to catalog all the things about him that were panty melting.
