“I need to bang one out now or I won’t last.”
“You’ll manage.” She wiggles away with a throaty laugh. “Think about the buildup.”
“I’m already about to explode.”
“Go take a cold shower and don’t you dare jerk off. Save it all for me.”
“Expect punishment for making me wait.”
“I’m counting on it. I even brought a surprise for you to punish me with.”
“What is it?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
“Killin’ me slowly.”
“I promise you’ll survive, and it’ll be worth it.”
The cold shower stings my skin but helps to calm the beast. I trim my beard, slap on cologne, and get dressed in a black vest with no shirt underneath, a deep V at the chest. I pull on black slacks—no drawers as requested. I add silver rope chains around my neck, and for the final touch, I slide on tinted shades. My DJ persona.
“Slick Rick,” she teases, painting her lips the color of cherry wine. I can’t help but think that would look real good wrapped around my cock. “Lookin’ fly, Jones.”
“Gotta keep up with you.”
“We are fine.” She snaps selfies of us, then just of me. “Money shot. Post this one with ‘Let Me Funk You Up. Docks Tonight. Where the party don’t stop.’”
She’s got a knack for promo. I upload it to my socials with the caption, then say all casual-like, “C invited us to dinner on Sunday with him and Lex.”
“Just the four of us?” she asks, brow furrowed.
“Nothing but friends gettin’ together.” I pocket my money clip. “You know C likes to entertain.”
“True.” Her frown eases. “Okay. I’m down. We should bring something. Wine?”
“Whatever you think.” The moment’s skirting couple territory. That’s when I usually start to feel those arms too tight around me. But there’s just a little squeeze, a pinch. Nothing I can’t handle. “Ready, Web?”
“Born ready.”
I laugh as I follow her out, watching her hips sway, her bare ass bouncing under that skirt. I stifle a groan. Ain’t no way I get through tonight with my sanity intact.
“Mind grabbing Queenie’s bed and Spider-Man?” she asks, scooping up the furball who’s been trailing her heels.
“She’s coming?”
“I’ll keep her in the office. Check on her through thenight. You’re such a diva,” she coos at Queenie, trying to make it a scold. Cat nuzzles her neck like she knows she’s won.
“You keep lovin’ on her like that, she’s never leaving.”
“I’m not loving on her.”
“Mm-hmm.”
She shoots me her classic side-eye. But I’d bet my grail that what started out as temporary, a short-term stint, is now a permanent thing. Queenie’s hers. Lot just hasn’t caught up yet.
She sets the bed on the back seat with a soft blanket. After we’re all buckled in, Lot looks over at me. “I need your phone to download an app.”
“What app?”
