“My apologies, sir,” Naomi expressed as she hopped into the driver’s seat. Rory took the passenger seat, and Gregor slid in next to him.
“Go!” Gregor ordered in impatiently.
As they rounded the circular driveway and drove toward the gate, all Victor could think about was the way Taylor had shown up at his office with her sexy body half covered in skimpy underwear. The way she’d dropped to her knees in front of him and took him deep in her mouth. The way he’d licked her sweet, wet pussy while she was spread eagle on his desk. And how he’d ridden her hard with her legs on his shoulders.
His dick swelled, almost to the point of pain. And, it stayed that way the entire ride home.
Naomi pulled around to the back of the building and stopped at the private entrance. When Gregor and Rory got out, Victor sat in the backseat and waited for them to clear the area. He didn’t make a move until Gregor opened his door and gave the go ahead.
Rory stayed behind as Gregor escorted him through the entrance to a waiting elevator. Inside, there was yet another member of his security detail. Victor entered the elevator and held his hand out to stop Gregor.
“Go home and don’t come in tomorrow.”
“Excuse me?”
“Take tomorrow off and spend some time with your boys. I think I can manage to stay alive for one day.”
The man had a family. Yet, he was always right by his side. Gregor’s work ethic was impeccable, but he was a single parent. Surely, he was needed at home.
“Okay,” he agreed easily, to Victor’s surprise.
However, as soon as he stepped further in the elevator, Gregor entered as well. He smirked and pushed the button for Victor’s floor.
“I’ll go home after you’re inside the apartment. And… I appreciate the day off. Thank you.”
Victor chuckled, shaking his head. “Fine,” he relented.
After a quick ride up, they were entering the apartment. While Gregor did a quick safety check, Victor crossed the foyer and made his way over to the bar. Since his small buzz had disappeared, he poured himself a Scotch, neat. He adjusted his hard-on and took a sip.
“All clear,” Gregor announced on his way out.
Victor finished off his drink and left the glass on the bar. On his way to his room, Victor contemplated what position he would have his wife in first. Unfortunately, when he opened the door and stepped into darkness, the sound of Taylor’s soft breathing told him that she was sleeping peacefully. Damned, if he didn’t want to slip some hard cock into her, but she hadn’t been sleeping since the shooting. There was nothing that could convince him to wake her up, not even his carnal need.
He slipped out of his shoes and crept quietly to the bathroom, making sure to close the door before turning the light on.
Victor pressed his head to the door and sighed. He gripped his aching dick and squeezed, hoping it would calm his need to be inside his wife’s snug pussy. But calm did not come. So, he walked over to the shower and turned it on.
After stripping out of his clothes, he stepped into the cool water. He adjusted the temperature and he grabbed a bar of soap. His plan was to lather up, rinse off, and get out. However, when his soapy hand landed on his throbbing dick, the plan changed.
He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and squeezed his lids closed. His imagination took him to Taylor, bent over in the shower while he pushed his hard dick into her from behind. As he stroked his dick, he pictured her ass bouncing as he fucked her behind. He stroked harder when he imagined her pussy clenching his cock. And, before he knew it, he was growling through a much-needed orgasm, blowing a huge load on the shower floor.
