Cav:I’msitting on Edge’s sofa.Waiting for him to get home.We’ve got some issues to address.
Me:Oh.
Edge:Don’tworry, sweetness.Nothing serious.
Me:Gladto hear that.
I smiled to myself.
Me:Dome a favor?While you’re working out those issues…
I hit send.
Cav:Yeah?
Me:Thinkabout me.
I lay there staring at my phone for the longest time, waiting for a response.My eyes started to close, but my phone finally buzzed.
Edge:Thinkingabout you seems to be a trend right now, sweetness.
Cav:Sweetdreams, cupcake.See you soon.
With a smile on my face, I drifted off, my thoughts on the two of them and exactly how they were going to work out those issues.Wishing I was there.
To watch.
EDGE
When I walked into my apartment, I was thinking about Jamie.
I’d been surprised by her text message.Surprised and slightly disappointed that she wasn’t with us tonight.
Then again, it was for the best.Considering my frame of mind, I wasn’t sure it was in her best interest to be around me right now.I felt as though Cav had blindsided me earlier in my office at Chatter PR.I was still pissed that he’d done it.And sure, it was my own damn fault for going through with it, for allowing Jamie’s delectable mouth to wrap seductively around my cock, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t beat myself up about it.
Something you’ve gotten far too good at.
And in turn, aim some of the blame on the man currently sitting on my sofa.
Cav looked comfortable, reclining, one foot on the coffee table, the other on the floor, knees wide as he stared at the television.
As I dropped my coat onto the chair, I didn’t bother to look to see what he was watching.I didn’t care.
Before he could say anything, I held up my hand as I passed in front of him.“Don’t say a fucking word.”
I went to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and poured two fingers of scotch into it.I tossed it back, set the glass down, then, without saying a word to Cav, went to my bedroom.
I stripped off my clothes and headed for the shower.Although I felt cleaner when I was finished, the hot water had done little to ease the tension in my shoulders.My dick was back in the living room, already making plans for the sexy man on my sofa, but my brain was trying to come up with ways to punish him.
I wrapped the towel around my hips, then headed for the living room.What I needed was a submissive.Not just any submissive, though.I wanted Jamie.I wanted her on her knees waiting for me.I’d been thinking about it all damn night.
Cav might not be submissive, but he’ll do in a pinch.
Yes, Cav would work, too.He wasn’t the submissive I imagined, but only because he wasn’t a submissive.I craved him like a drug, sure.However, I knew he couldn’t curb the yearning I had for domination.
I stepped into the living room, stopped dead in my tracks.
Well, will you look at that?
