This had to be a trick. Grossman had gotten wind of his mother’s request and was leaving himself wide open so that he could trap Carver in the act and destroy his career and professional reputation.
Glancing toward the door, Carver was too tempted to pass up the opportunity. He snatched Grossman’s phone off the desk, opening it up with the idiot code and going right to Grossman’s photo album. Bypassing the pictures, he pressed on the video album, and he didn’t have to scroll down more than one row before he was staring at the congressman’s dick.
It was surprisingly big for a non-werewolf.
Heart hammering, palms sweating like crazy, Carver selected all the videos and clicked on the button to share them with AirDrop to his own phone. A little circle appeared, the message telling him that videos were being prepared for sending, after which his own phone beeped, asking if he wanted to accept the incoming files.
Carver had never pressedyeson his phone with such enthusiasm.
The little circle telling him that Grossman’s phone was preparing the files for sending progressed slowly, and Carver stared at the door with horrible anxiety pooling in his belly.
He would be disbarred if he was caught. His career would be over, and he would need to turn to his mother for a job. No one else would hire him. And that was just if Grossman didn’t press charges.
The files finished sending, and Grossman’s phone let out a pinging noise to announce the completion.
Carver put the phone back to sleep, wiping his sweat and fingerprints off with his shirt and putting it back on his desk where he found it.
He was just in time. A second after he’d put the phone down, the congressman burst back into the office, looking frazzled.
“Sorry about that,” he said, taking a seat. “Just a personal matter.”
“It’s no problem,” Carver said, trying to be discreet as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “Everything okay?”
Grossman’s smile was unconvincing. “Nothing to worry about.” He grabbed a file from his desk, opening it up and then pausing. “I’m sorry, I forgot to ask. Would you like a coffee or tea or something to drink?”
“Some water would be nice,” Carver said. Grossman buzzed his aid to bring Carver some water, and an orange soda for himself.
“Now, the reason I’ve asked you to be here,” Grossman said, sliding the file over. “I’m afraid I might have opened myself up to accusations of insider trading.”
Relaxing, taking the file and looking it over, Carver forced himself to forget about the videos he’s sent to his phone and focus on Grossman’s frankly incompetent attempts at insider trading.
“Well, let’s see what we’ve got,” he said, settling in to read the file. He looked up. “Has there been any accusation of wrongdoing, or was contacting me a proactive measure?”
“Proactive,” Grossman said. “I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong, but it’s good to be on the safe side.”
Carver held back a snort. Grossman was corrupt as you could get, and if he was worried he’d get caught for insider trading, it was because he was guilty of just that.
Still, Carver would help him get off, if not for his own professional career, then at least so that Grossman would still be useful to his mother as a subject of blackmail.
Either way, it was a win for Carver.
46
Tex
“Want me to play with your feet?”
Tex hadn’t even taken off his helmet when Peter greeted him at the door with the offer to indulge his fetish. He blinked, startled by the lewdness of it, but his cock didn’t have any hesitation. It rose up like it was trying to break free of his breeches, his balls suddenly feeling so full and heavy that he wondered how they fit inside his jock.
“Well, hello to you too,” Tex said, putting away his helmet and taking off his utility belt. “You’re in a good mood.”
Peter grinned. “I am. I had a really good day at work, and now I want to celebrate.”
“And you want to do that by playing with my feet?” Tex asked, crossing his arms and looking down at him with blatant suspicion. “What’s the catch?”
“I want to lie with my ass in your lap while I do it, and I want you to play with my prostate until I come.”
Tex grinned, licking his lips and reaching down to grope his package.
