That is until a voice points out the obvious. “Sending yourself into a bout of depression?” Violet walks into my office, wearing my shirt. I didn’t leave one out, but I like that she dug through my drawer as if she owns the place.
I open my arm to invite her to sit on my lap. “You caught me. I should probably find a documentary on owning a team or something.”
She slides right onto my lap, with her palm pressing against my chest. “Probably, but you do things your own way. Are you at least excited for your new adventure? I mean, sometimes I wonder.”
“It’s the next best thing to playing,” I say honestly.
“Not coaching?”
I snicker a sound. “You know what I’m going to say, right?”
Violet shakes her head, oblivious.
“There is a hierarchy with a team, and owner trumps coach. I want to be on top.”
She struggles to contain her laugh, but then it escapes her mouth, and the sound fills the room with a lightness that I need in my life.
“That is not a surprise,” she reaffirms.
My head tilts to the side. “Thought you would think that way.”
Her fingers play with the hairs at the back of my neck while we take a few seconds to stare at one another, because we didn’t plan on this. A lopsided nervous smile appears on her mouth. “Uhm, about last night…”
“Yeah?” I’m curious how she is going to lead us into this conversation, which causes her to gawk her eyes at me because she knows that’s exactly what I’m doing.
“It’s okay if we got caught up in the moment…” She’s struggling to beat around the bush.
“We can do casual.” I swipe some of her hair behind her ear.
She bites the inside of her cheek. “Yeah, so casual… without Ford finding out.”
“Probably wise.” I’m not sure he would appreciate the sentiment of not being serious with his sister. “Which means I need to scrap the whole ‘will you be my plus-one for a few social events I have coming up.’”
“What will you do then?” Her head perks up.
“Go solo.”
“Okay. And the moment that I feel this isn’t good for me, then I tell you.”
I lean in to kiss her neck. “Likewise. Now, how about we go grab breakfast from that spot I told you about.”
She lets out a laugh. “I think being with one another in public when we’re not platonic is kind of against the point.”
I grin at her. “Lucky for us, I have enough money to rent out their private room and ensure we have privacy. In an hour?”
Violet’s arms loop around my neck to pull herself closer to me, her tits right below my face. “I have nothing to wear since you destroyed my clothes somewhere between the elevator and the kitchen.”
“Two hours then, and I’ll buy you a new outfit.”
“Ooh, big spender, you should definitely make me earn it.” This is her way of leading us into trouble. I know, because great minds think alike.
“Damn straight. Now sit on top of me and use my cock the way you want to.”
Her sultry smirk informs me that she’s on board and stands up only to swing one leg to the other side of my lap. In one swoop, she lifts my shirt off her body to be fully naked and on top of me.
I free my cock from my shorts and allow my mouth to trace the curve of her breasts.
“You know, last time I was here at your place, you left before I woke,” she softly comments.
