“I know how you felt, and it’s just incredible how much you’re progressing. You’re going to be taking over the world in no time.”
Jay’s words were trying to claw their way up into the forefront of my mind, but I pushed them down. Mia and I still weren’t happening. Even though the thought of my hands running through her soft and shiny hair made my dick begin to swell. Or the images of her spunky spirit fighting for control in the bedroom, only to succumb to the overwhelming need to come on my tongue.
“Excuse me.” I stood and walked with haste toward the restroom, leaving Mia with a confused look on her face.
There was no one in the restroom, and I was grateful. No one needed to hear this particular talk with myself.
“Goddamn it, you can’t keep running away from her every time you have fantasies.” I braced myself against the counter with the sinks. “Stop thinking about your client coming on your tongue or squirming beneath you. Great, now, I sound like a man with multiple personalities with this talk.” I shook my head. I was acting like some teenager instead of a grown man.
I could handle the line I’d drawn for Mia even if my dick liked to poke at it.
My fingers turned on the cold water and then splashed some onto my face to knock some sense into myself. She’d just gotten over some issues, but there was more work to be done. Not including any incidents where she’d need to write an angry letter to me one day.
That brought my hard-on to a halt. I’d hate to be anyone’s reason to write an angry letter. Especially Mia’s.
Feeling better, I went back out to the table where the waiter had just set down our food. Perfect timing.
“You okay?” She peered up at me, those long eyelashes teasing me with what she’d look like if her eyes glanced at me with her lips around my cock.
Nope. Nope. Not going there.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
Good as long as I keep myself in control and don’t bend you over the spaghetti and then lick the marinara sauce off your tits.
But she didn’t need to know that part.
