"I look forward to winning." I follow him out of his office and into the empty reception area. "You're about to lose your shirt."
I letthe water from the shower run over my back as I palm my cock. It's purple and angry, swollen from thoughts of Maya.
She's been on my mind all day. The touch of her skin on my hand, the taste of her lips on my mouth. If the Clarksons hadn't interrupted us, I would have dropped back to my knees and ate her right there in the penthouse.
I was aching for more when I left, but work got hold of me. It was after ten before I stopped at Griffin's office and near one a.m. when I finally left the bar.
I didn't notice Maya's voicemail until I got home because I don't check my messages as often as I should in the evening. That changes now. I want to be available to her, whenever she needs me.
I turn off the spray and step out into the cold bathroom.
I towel off quickly and pull on a pair of black boxers before I reach for my phone from the counter.
She'll be dead asleep by now but I thumb out a text anyway.
I'm sorry I missed your call, Maya. I'll be in touch first thing tomorrow.
I press send and then walk through the darkened apartment to my bedroom. I toss the phone on the bed and stare out the window.
I hear the faint chime of an incoming text.
Shouldn't you be asleep?
I smile. She's awake as well. My body stirs with the image of her in bed, naked, with one hand holding her phone, the other fingering herself.
I could ask you the same thing.
Her response isn't immediate but I can see she's typing something. I wait patiently, knowing sleep isn't going to find me tonight. I'm too wound up, too wanting.
I have your cufflinks. You left them at the penthouse.
It's not the response I was hoping for but it's better than silence.
I can drop by your place tomorrow and pick them up.
I press send and sit on the edge of the bed. I rub my cock through my boxers. I'll have to come tonight. I feel the sharp bite of need nipping at my spine.
Or…I can come by your place now and drop them off.
I read the message twice before I type out my address and three simple words:
I'll be waiting.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Maya
I haveno idea what's gotten into me. I went from standing firm in my resolve to not get involved with Julian because of his recent break up with Isadora, to inviting myself over to his apartment in the middle of the night.
If a woman invites herself over to a man's place is that considered a booty call?
I sit in the back of the taxi as the driver steers through the streets of the city. I didn't even read the address Julian sent to me. I was too busy getting dressed and applying a light coat of pale pink lipstick and a sweep of black mascara.
I'm dressed in jeans and a white blouse under a black trench coat. I didn’t put a lot of thought into my outfit because I knew that if I did that, I'd second guess my decision to go see him.
"We're almost there," the cab driver announces from the front seat.
I look out at the row of businesses that line the street. "We are?"
