I squealed in delight. “Thank you.” I grabbed them and stuffed them in my bag.
“You aren’t going to put them on?”
“Doesn’t really go with my outfit.”
He rubbed his chin, admiring me.
I bent down and picked up the contract off the ground and dug through my purse to find a pen.
“Use mine.” He held a pen in front of my face.
I pressed the paper to the seat and signed, the ink gliding along the paper like silk. There went my heart. I knew it. This was going to wreck me, but my horny little cunt won the argument. Head and heart were no match for big dick energy McGee and his beautiful tattoos and his band of merry-men. Down the rabbit hole, I go.
“I’m keeping this pen. It’s a good fucking pen.”
“I can’t wait until tomorrow night.”
“For the dinner?”
“That, but mostly because we’ll get to punish your filthy mouth.”
Cliterati for the win
Therestoftheworkday was a bust. I couldn’t get my thoughts off what happened after lunch and the threat? No. Promise? Callum made. Tomorrow was the night I got my world rocked by four hotter than hell men. I felt like I should jump on my smutty social media book groups and look for recs on fivesomes. Those smutty fuckers always delivered. Give me a rec on monster love. Boom. Boom. Boom. Need a rec on mermaid love, a three headed Cyclops, a God, or a book where one character has tentacles and the other has feathers? You’ll get twenty recommendations in less than five minutes.
They. Are. Fantastic!
They are my Cliterati. An elite group of highly read females (and males) who can give you your true heart's desire. They’re like a Rolodex of sex. A Sexodex. A Rolosex. I was getting too excited. Although my chair would argue I’ve been in this state all day.
I grabbed my phone and flipped through several groups, copying and pasting the same request.
Book Recs Needed: Fivesome. FMMMM. Quick reads, less than 250 pages. Must be spicy! Research needed stat!
Send.
I looked at the post and hoped I put the F in the right spot. Placement was very important.
I smiled when I saw I already had six notifications across the three different groups.
See.
Amazing.
My phone buzzed.
Lizzy.
How was it after I left?
I started typing, then stopped. Erased it and started over. Erased it again. I didn’t know what to tell her. I wanted to tell her everything and nothing.
My phone was ringing, and I laughed when I saw it was a video call.
I pressed the green button and before I could even get to my door to close it, she yelled, “You had sex with him again! At lunch?”
“Geez Lizzy.” I propped my hand on my door and shook my head at my assistant, who I was fairly certain heard every word. “No.” I said, for added measure, before shutting the door.
I walked back to my desk and propped the phone up on the stand.
