Chapter Twenty-One
I finally let Declan out of bed to go start the coffee after I make him promise to come shower with me. He returns in a couple of minutes and joins me in the bathroom.
In the shower, I have fun spanking him with my bare hand and watching him get hard.
Even I need a little more time than that to recover, but I cradle his body pressed against me like I didlast night in the office, me leaning against the shower wall, one hand firmly around his throat and the other around his cock.
Wringing another orgasm from him leaves him trembling in my arms and leaves me determined to get answers from Casey.
Not in front of him, though. I don’t want to put him on the defensive on her behalf. I’m sure he feels loyal to her.
I take great satisfaction that everymark I left on him last night is still there, and I take a few minutes we really don’t have to add a few more to the mix.
I let him use my razor and deodorant, so in addition to my body wash and shampoo, now he smells like me, which more than amuses me. He’s got a travel toothbrush in his laptop case.
I’ll get him a toothbrush of his own for my bathroom, one to keep here permanently.
He’s goingto need it.
I watch him in the mirror as he runs my comb through his damp hair. Unable to help myself, I wrap my arms around him from behind and nibble on his ear, noting in the mirror the way his eyes drop closed and he presses back against me.
“Can you stay over tonight?” I ask.
He forces his eyes open and meets my gaze in the mirror. In his hesitation, I know his answer before he even speaksit.
“I need to ask Ma’am,” he quietly says.
“How often do you stay overnight with her?”
“It depends on our schedules. Usually only on weekend nights. Not every weekend, either.”
“And she never goes to your place?”
“No, Sir. She says it’s too risky. I do have thin walls, but we also worry about someone spotting her with me like that.”
That is a valid point. The fact that I hadn’t heard jackshit about them being together speaks to how damned careful they were. I still wouldn’t know it if it hadn’t been for her setting us up last night.
But she has no problem being seen with other guys. And who knows how many other guys she’s been with who she keeps secret.
That pisses me off, although I tamp it back, for now.
“You hadnoclue she was going to do that last night?”
“No, Sir.”
“I take it that’s not the first time you’ve fucked at the office?”
He smirks. “No, Sir. Not even the hundred and first. This office, and at the law office.”
“How long, exactly, have you two been an item?”
His smile fades. “I’d rather let Ma’am tell that story.”
That pisses me off, but I’m not going to take it out on him. “Why?”
“Because while you were cleaning up in her bathroom last night,she told me when you ask about us to let her tell you the story.”
Something isnotcomputing. For the first time since I’ve become friends with Casey-Marie Blaine, I no longer trust her. “But it’s your story, too.”
