My back arches, hands fisting in the sheets as he works me over with relentless focus, his name slipping from my lips in a breathless moan. No wonder the man has a reputation for being generous in the bedroom—he’s practically a magician with his tongue. The tension builds fast and hot, my skin tingling and every nerve ending firing as he pushes me closer to the edge.
“It’s just this once,” I say breathlessly while his tongue fucks into my opening, “then we go straight back to being professional.”
He hums in agreement which only pushes me closer to the brink of my orgasm and when it does, it’s the best one that I’ve had in years. Maybe this is what I needed to start fresh and get back in the saddle. A new job, and a quick orgasm to clear my mind and body.
Yeah, I think I could get used to working with Dexter Black…
Chapter 4: Mae
Five years later…
"Hey Mae, Dexter Black is waiting on line one for you."
I lift my head from my desk, realizing that I've fallen asleep in my office again after another long night spent up with Elsie, helping her cope with her nightmares.
Ugh.
I rub my eyes, trying to bring myself back to reality and away from the dream that I'd been having. One that was a vivid recollection of my first love and the innocence of my youth that was ripped away from me too fast. My chest feels tight, and my cheeks are hot and flushed from the memories. I shake my head, trying to right myself.
"Okay. Please tell him that I'll be right there," I say to Sienna, my executive assistant, and the best friend that I could ever ask for through the speakerphone.
I shove my untouched coffee and bagel aside, clear my throat, and straighten my suit jacket before pressing the blinking button for line one. Dexter can’t see me, but that doesn’t matter.
Five years ago, he did me a favor so massive it altered the course of my life. He’s never once held it over me, never made me feel like Iowehim. But I do. And probably always will.
So, whenever he calls, I answer. No matter what I’m doing.
Work, sleep, coffee, breakfast—it all takes a backseat.
"Hi Dexter, how are you?" I answer in an upbeat voice.
His voice is way too deep and gravely for being my client when he responds, "I'd be much better if I was waking up with your naked body underneath me this morning."
My eyes jump to the glass door of my office out to where Sienna is currently seated listening into the call. She smirks and winks, mouthing to me,'you should fuck him again.'I roll my eyes with a sigh. “You know, Sienna usually listens into my calls.”
He chuckles. “Hey, baby girl.”
Sienna’s voice comes off mute, “Hey Dexter. We miss you.”
“Miss you too.”
"What can I help you with?" I ask, cutting off their reunion and getting straight to business. These days, Dexter will only call if it’s about planning his upcoming retirement from the NFL announcement, or he has a referral that he wants to pass my way. This is his last year before quitting football permanently and he's calmed down quite a bit from those early years when he'd first needed my help. After settling the case surrounding his son, which went even better than my rookie mind had thought it would, we’d had a few other minor fires to his reputation that I’d addressed but mostly, he’d stayed out of trouble.
"Why does it sound like you just woke up?" he asks.
I sigh because there’s no point in lying to him. "I might have dozed off at my desk."
He’s quiet for a moment, probably checking the time. "Isn't it nine in the morning in Tennessee right now?"
"I didn't get any sleep last night. Elsie was having nightmares again..."
He pauses. "Want me to come fuck him up?"
I laugh. "It's alright. I'm working through it with her. I've reassured her that her dad won't come take her away. He hasn't been present for basically any of her life. I don't know where she's getting these ideas from. She doesn't even remember him. I think it's these kid movies they've been watching in school or she’s just becoming way too observant over the fact that her father isn’t around."
"She's a good girl."
I nod silently. She is. The best if you asked me, but I’m also heavily biased.
