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“I feel like a modern art project.” She moved the phone holder so I could see more of her body. Her nipples looked abraded, like he’d chewed on them, turning them from their usual pink to cherry red, especially against the silver rings through them. I studied them and shuddered, wrapping my hand around my dick. I imagined his big cock in her pussy—hot, tight. He was slightly bigger than I was. Did she like that, or was it uncomfortable?

“Did he make you come?” I asked raggedly, stroking myself the way she did it, with a lighter touch, determined to make it last even though I was suddenly, ridiculously horny. Between her nakedness, the alcohol I’d drank, and my sordid imagination, I was stiff as hell.

“Of course he did, Sir. Several times.”

“Are you sore?”

Her voice went low, sexy. “Yes, Sir. Sore and sticky and dripping Loïc’s cum, Sir.”

I imagined pinning her to the shower wall and fucking her while she was still slick with the cum he’d left behind. Would he ever force me to go down on her after he’d filled her up? The idea of her squirming against my mouth, tasting like him, made me groan. What the fuck? Where had that idea come from? It wasn’t one of my kinks—or it hadn’t been.

She lathered bodywash between her hands and ran them over her beautiful breasts, over the bite marks he’d left for me to see. I stroked myself, watching her clean her hot little body, so recently used by another man. She pulled down the handheld shower to rinse herself.

“Aim it at your clit until I tell you to stop.”

“But, Sir!” She feigned shock.

“Do it now, brat.”

She obeyed, spreading her pussy lips so I could see what a good girl she was. In the spray, she circled her clit with her fingers, then dipped lower, and pushed two fingers into her pussy, gasping.

I sucked in a breath and my cock went off hard in my hand, spraying cum up my belly and chest.

She groaned and bit her bottom lip. She’d always loved watching my expression when I came.

“Sir, may I come?”

“Wait.”

She whined, finger-fucking herself with slow, teasing strokes, while the shower head pelted her clit with water.

I rubbed the mess I’d made into my stomach, planning to take a shower in a few minutes, too. If I kept making her wait, I’d end up hard all over again.

“Please?”

“Two more minutes.”

“But that’s not fair.” I could hear she was pouting, but the phone was aimed too low to see her expression

“It’s your fault for being so hot. I’m enjoying this show too much to let it end so quickly.”

“But, Sir,” she said, with mock affront, “I’m going to be late for work.”

“You’re the star. They can fucking wait.”

Chapter Twenty-One: Valor

My scheduled meeting with one of my most reliable investors, Michael Richardson, moved from the boardroom, to dinner, then inevitably to a strip club. Unfortunately, the man had crushes on six different women who worked at Candida, so we ended up here often, despite my protests. He was the one who needed wooing, so what I wanted was irrelevant.

The atmosphere was upscale, but paying to see strange women dance had never appealed to me. Even after years of marriage, watching Tarryn shower was hotter. It was great the dancers could make good money from guys like Richardson, but it wasn’t my kink.

Trying to keep Richardson’s head in the game while his eyes kept drifting to the dancers, proved almost impossible. He leaned back in his chair, patting his leg, encouraging the server to have a seat. Instead of complying, she flashed him a flirtatious grin and hovered in front of him with her tits in his face for a moment before she placed his drink in his hand and sauntered off.

“So, is it a deal?” I pressed. He had deep pockets, and my plan to buy the abandoned mall downtown and turn it into an entertainment center was a good one.

“I don’t know, Valor.” He sucked his yellowed teeth, then took a sip of his bourbon. “Do people even go out much anymore? Yes, the city is willing to negotiate, but I’ve also heard they’re thinking of putting in a library and rec center, so we may not get the price you’re hoping for.”

“If they were going to follow through with that plan, they would’ve done it by now. That mall has been sitting empty for six years, and it’s only a matter of time before it becomes a safety hazard. Actually, I think it became a liability at least two or three years ago, when the last of the retail tenants moved out.”

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