Bonnie.
“Hey.” Because answering with my standard professional greeting was just so not happening. I put it on speaker phone and dropped it onto the desk.
“Congratulations.”
“Thanks…?”
“You don’t sound happy. Come to think of it though, you never sound happy.”
“Hey.”
“What?”
“I might resemble that remark.”
“There’s a moment of self-awareness.”
“Yep.” Then I rubbed my eyes. “I am capable of them.”
“You weren’t mentioned.”
“I never got to speak.”
“Malik was mentioned.”
I sighed.
“Right. Well, get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” She cut the call.
Probably didn’t want to hear my gripe.I put the computer into sleep mode, shooed the cat off the desk, and headed to my bedroom. I stripped, put my clothes in the hamper, then I headed into the bathroom. I set the shower spray for the perfect temperature and got in.Shit. I closed the bathroom door, right?Poking my head out, and finding the door shut, I relaxed.
Moses had a habit of trying to jump into the shower with me. He didn’t like water, and so usually scratched me a few times before I managed to get him out. Cat didn’t have a knack for learning lessons he didn’t want to learn. Hence the reason he was never allowed outside. I could totally see him trying to jumpoff the balcony. He had a cat patio that allowed him to go outside without actually letting him free. He was, of course, disgruntled. And also still alive—so I took that for a win.
I washed my hair and tried to put images of Malik out of my mind.
Which proved impossible. Tonight, he’d worn dark-blue jeans, a button-down white shirt, and—of all things—cowboy boots.He looked both respectable and a little bad ass with the boots. Do rock stars normally wear boots like that?
Come to that, why did it matter?
Because you want a repeat of that kiss. You want to drag him to bed and let him have his wicked way with you. You’d been so tempted to get to your knees, right there in front of city hall and—
I tried not to continue that thought.
But the kiss… Yeah, that had been… Spectacular? Amazing? Noteworthy?
Exact words failed me. Which, as a lawyer, was a bad thing.
My cock stiffened as I remembered how good it’d felt to brush against him. How much I’d wanted skin on skin. How I’d dominated a kiss I hadn’t even obtained consent to initiate.
I grasped my shaft. Whether to try to stop the erection or to prolong it, I wasn’t entirely certain.
In the end, my body demanded satisfaction. A completion to what had started earlier this evening. Some kind of relief that only jerking off would bring. Bringing the image of Malik to my mind, and a couple of rough tugs, found me coming hard and fast.
I braced one hand against the wall while I milked myself through an intense climax. For once, I didn’t worry about using too much water. Didn’t worry about how much energy I was using and what that cost would be. Instead, I luxuriated. I drifted. I soared.
In the end, I cleaned myself up, ensured all the cum was down the drain, and got out of the shower. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I winced.
Not your greatest moment, Wainright. Did you really accomplish anything?
