It’s far from being the most scandalous nude I’ve ever received, but I don’t remember a single one making my cock jolt the way this one does.
Fuck.
“Now your face is getting red,” Eli points out. “Did she just—”
“Get out. I’m not joking, Elijah. Get the fuck out.”
He doesn’t take my harshness poorly, chuckling low as he stands from the couch. “I’m taking Mulls because she deserves better than your bad energy. Come, Grubsy. Come!” Mulli jumps out of her bed like a traitor and excitedly goes to him.
“Do you want me to put a sock on the handle for you?” Eli asks, half outside. I glare at him, ripping my eyes from the picture for barely a second. That only makes him laugh more. “You need to get laid, bro. Celibacy isn’t good for you.”
“Five days isn’t celibacy.”
“It is for you. Anyhow, enjoy your alone time,” he says with a wink, closing the door behind them.
As soon as I’m alone, I tug at my cock through my pants, trying to alleviate some of the discomfort. This woman drives me insane.
Me
Fuck, Gen.
Sexy Redhead
What?
Me
I didn’t think you’d do it.
Sexy Redhead
I surprised myself. But one more down, 38 to go.
Damn, those items are going down like lead balloons. If I’m not careful, she’ll be out of things to need me for by the end of the month. Thank fuck I negotiated the baby room was only three.
I need to make this last because when it’s over, the freckled beauty will move on. And then what? I’m left with a dick that only rises for her and a mind that refuses to focus?
Can’t afford that.
Whatever has got her racing through that list, whatever motivation drives her, I’ll have to navigate around it. I need to get my fill of the proper little Miss Kensington, and when I’m bored with the novelty of her, everything will return to normal, and I’ll get my perfect life back.
That sounds like a solid plan. One I’ll undoubtedly enjoy enacting.
Chapter Thirteen
Gen
It’s the fourth time recentlythat I’ve skipped Friday evening drinks with my coworkers. My boss insists the ritual isn’t mandatory, but strongly encouraged for “team building purposes”. I don’t miss attending. I’ve seen too many male colleagues intoxicated to the point where they start groping or flirting with their female counterparts.
If I’m going to be flirted with or inappropriately touched, I’d rather it be by someone I want to have sex with. That’s why I’m deep in Brooklyn while most of NexaCorp’s legal department is in downtown Manhattan, where I impulsively left them.
When I enter the dark hallway of The Devil’s Court, I still don’t belong, but at least it feels a little more familiar. As I step further in, my heart drums against my ribs, my breath shallow and quick. I’m about to see Jake again, and my entire body has come alive at the thought.
I still can’t believe I sent him that raunchy photo. I’ve never done anything like that in the past, and I’m not sure what came over me, but I stood from my chair, closed the privacy curtains of my office, locked the door, and undressed enough to snap the photo. But as mortifying as it was, I’m one item closer to fulfilling my list. I’m amazed at how fast I’m going through it. If Jake is as eager as I am, we might be done in mereweeks.
The dark and packed atmosphere is the same as when I was here last, with all types of people mingling together. The band performing on the stage isn’t the same as last week, and the alternative rock vibes are softer.
As I look around in search of Jake, I question my decision to come here unannounced. In my defense, I didn’t know I’d end up here until thirty minutes ago when I snuck away from my colleagues. Jake told me he was here every Friday evening, so I assumed he would be today. What if he’s already busy with another woman? Something twinges in my chest at the thought. I hate wasting time and coming all the way here for nothing would be precisely that.
