KEELEY
Iwipe my mouth as I stand, while running the tip of my finger across his length, admiring his grooming. It’s so Sal. Of course he couldn’t be neatly groomed everywhere but his cock. He has to have it all. Even if nobody sees it.
Unless they do?
With a smile, I glance up to find Sal watching me, his gaze falling to my lips before his head drops backward on a sigh. “Fuck. It’s been a long time since…” He trails off, laughing under his breath, answering my unspoken question. “What are you doing to me? We’re in a goddamn changing room. At work.”
“I’d love to say I’m sorry, but I’m not. Plus, you came to me.”
His chuckles get louder before a groan rumbles from the back of his throat. “Fuck, I know. I have no words.”
“How about you say thank you then leave me alone. I have to finish my shower and get to a meeting with Wes.”
“Jesus. Are you late?”
“Not yet.” I raise a brow, and he shakes his head, my strong powerful man now a flustered mess. And God, it’s hot.
“Okay. Alright. I’m going.” He turns toward the door before pausing suddenly and glancing over his shoulder, stopping me from sneaking a look at his ass. “Thank you.” He winks back at me and I internally swoon.
“You’re welcome.” I bounce my fingers in a wave, and Sal chuckles again, wrapping the wet towel around his waist before disappearing out the door.
I listen until he’s settled back into the stall next to me, laughing when I hear his soft growl.
That man is the whole package rolled into one, and he doesn’t even know it. He’s hot, powerful, kind, generous, swoony, a freaking god at getting me off… and the crazy part is that he thinks I’m the one in control.
I’m not. I may be able to push his buttons to get what I want, but if he were to tell me to do anything, in that deep commanding voice of his, I’d be putty in his hands.
I’m secretly hoping that scene plays out soon.
When we’re not strapped for time.
With only fifteen minutes to spare, I rinse off and get dressed in record time. At least I thought it was a record time until I open the door to discover I’m alone. Sal not only finished before me, but he snuck out so quietly I didn’t even notice.
I quickly reapply my makeup, focusing mainly on the lip area—hoping to hide the fact that my lips look a little more swollen than they did when I walked in here—and I’ve just made it back to my office when Wes arrives.
He knocks softly, and I’m pleased to say I am cool, calm, and collected, despite Sal giving me an incredible orgasm barely thirty minutes ago.
What an end to my workout session.
“Wes, come in.” I motion for him to sit down at the round table in my room and grab my laptop on the way to join him.
“First things first. Was Thomas excited?”
Wes slumps in the chair, shaking his head ever so slightly. “He said no.”
“What do you mean, he said no?” I stare at Wes bewildered, my eyes wide as I let his words sink in. Not once did I consider that an option. Thomas loved it here, and I know he’s not doing anything else yet.
“He didn’t think it was fair for Beckett to be coached by the guy he replaced, when they only started a year apart in the pros. He says it’s like a teacher trying to explain a task to someone they went to school with, after they both learned the exact same thing at the same time.”
“That happens. My next-door neighbor tutored me in music, and we went to the same school. She was the year above me.”
“Yes, but were you both professionals in your field?”
“God, no. I sucked and she went on to play in the Boston Symphony Orchestra, I think.” I glance away, puzzled, and Wes chuckles sadly.
“Exactly.”
“Dammit.” My shoulders drop as I catch up, understanding Thomas’s reasoning. It’s unfortunate, but it makes sense. “Any other options?”
