The hot water was heaven on my skin and I immediatelygripped my length. Green eyes floated in my mind, tears seeping out of the corners as my girl gagged around me. Her long black hair was wrapped around my fist, and fuck, she loved choking on my cock. Goddamn, I hadn’t been this hard in ages, and I was already starting to feel the familiar pull in my pelvis.
Raven moved her hand to work in tandem with her mouth, and I was fucking wrecked. I braced my hand against the white tile as I worked myself harder and faster thinking about those full lips on my skin. I gritted my teeth, a low moan tearing from my throat as my release flooded my body, sending wave after wave of pleasure.
“Fuck.” I sighed, drawing out the word, and stepped under the showerhead. Water sluiced down my back and over my ass before running down my thighs—the warmth calming me down. My chest heaved, and my legs were unsteady. That was one for the record books. Good thing I didn’t have an audience because that was an embarrassingly quick performance. So much for fucking Raven out of my mind—pretty sure I fucked her farther into it.
The next morningI woke up feeling more rested than I had in years. Usually, it was a bit difficult to get out of bed, but today I got up immediately. After pulling on a pair of sweats, I made myself a simple breakfast of toast and eggs, then settled at my desk. I didn’t bother checking my email. Craig could wait until Monday. This weekend I was going to play with a little fox.
The earthy taste filled my mouth, fueling my devious plan. The paid platform populated the screen, and I clicked to the private messaging section that I never used. Searching “finigirl666,” I clicked “message” next to the blank photo. Myfingers flew across the keyboard, and I hit send just as my phone rang.
Annoyance flared, and I blindly answered the call. “Dammit, Craig, it’s Saturday. What now?”
Except it wasn’t Craig on the phone. Instead, a surprised voice said, “Oh, um, hello, Mr. Mitchell, this is?—”
I cut her off, staring slack jawed at the computer. “Raven?” I asked in disbelief.
“Yes, this is Raven Lovelace with Lovelace Financial,” she answered.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Raven…uh…Ms. Lovelace.” I wracked my brain for an excuse for my rude greeting. “I wasn’t expecting a call from you on the weekend. What’s up?” I said coolly, hoping she hadn’t noticed how rattled I sounded. Had I manifested her calling me with how much I thought about her over the last twelve hours? Maybe the stars were in alignment, and she was thinking about me as much as I was thinking about her.
“I apologize for calling unannounced on a Saturday, but I just had another question before I get started next week.” I waited for her to continue. “Do you prefer retail or food service?”
My face scrunched in confusion. “What?” I asked. “I don’t, uh, I don’t understand what you mean.”
A nervous laugh sounded through the speaker. “I just wondered if you had any preference in the type of companies we invest in. There’s an array of different ones, and some of our clients have a preference.”
This was why she called me? I’d regained my composure by this point, so I turned the charm to eleven. “Why are you working on a Saturday, Raven?” I said in my slow, seductive tone. After knowing she listened to my content, which was very intimate, I presumed to use her first name.
A sharp intake of breath came before she answered. “Oh, you know, owning a business and all. Work doesn’t always stop on the weekends when you’re the owner of a business.”
Another nervous chuckle.
“Hmm. Don’t you take a break from the week? Surely you don’t work all the time, right?”
“I guess I do work most of the time, yes,” she mumbled, her voice a bit quieter. A voice I wanted to hear whimper my name.
I had her now, happy that she divulged that tidbit. “What about the evenings? Do you work then, too?”
I could hear the blush on her pale cheeks. “Oh, I…I do sometimes.”
“Do you ever take time for yourself, Raven? Time to do the things you enjoy most?” I wanted her to keep talking. Hearing her voice again so soon was an unexpected treat.
“Sometimes. Not often. There’s not enough hours in a day most of the time.”
Annoyance pricked my temples. I didn’t even know her, and I was already aggravated that she overworked herself. “You really should take a break.” My tone switched from alluring to serious. “Working every day isn’t healthy. You should do things you enjoy that have nothing to do with work.”
She signed. “I’m not sure how this conversation turned to this topic, but uh, I think I have everything I need. I won’t take anymore of your time.”
“I told you we would speak again soon.” I laughed. “Take care of yourself. Until next time, Raven.”
Chapter Seven
Raven
Tossingand turning all night with sleep evading me, I finally decided to get up at four a.m. I settled on the couch and listened to almost every audio posted on Zander’s paid platform, which dated back almost two years. The farther I went the more I could tell he got better with his acting as time passed. I wondered if he came up with the scripts because those got better too.
After making a meager breakfast of toast, I paced the apartment as the sun rose. I couldn’t stop thinking about Zander, or Ryan, or whoever he really was. The obsession was unlike anything I’d experienced, and my brain settled on a really dumb idea. What if I called Ryan? I could come up with an excuse for the accounts so I could hear his voice again.
Before I talked myself out of it, I grabbed my phone and pressed call on his number saved in my email. His voice sounded just like the one I had listened to all morning, and when he said my first name, heat surged between my thighs. As I listened to him say I should work less, I was transported back to his audios that were caring and loving. I couldn’t helpbut imagine what it would be like if he were taking care of me even though I always had to take care of myself.
