I wanted to say yes, but deep-rooted fears kept me silent.
“See?” he huffed. “That’s why I wasn’t gonna say anything.”
“What? I didn’t say no.”
“You didn’t say anything.”
“Ash—”
“No, it’s fine. I agreed to the secret thing. I’m sorry I mentioned it.”
I downed the entire contents of my glass to keep from saying the first thing that popped to mind, then settled with, “I’ll think about it, Asher.” It was all I could give him.
“Okay,” he said in a small voice. After a moment, he added, “Since I won’t get to see you Friday, I’m expecting a grand date to make up for it.”
“Hmm.” I grinned, the liquor helping realign my mood. “Why don’t you give me some hints as to what you’d consider a grand date.”
“Well, considerin’ how breakfast went on Sunday, I’m gonna go with whatever gets my hand down your pants.”
I jolted, dropping my glass onto the plush rug under my feet. It didn’t break, and being empty, only the ice ball rolled out. “Shit,” I hissed and picked it up with Asher laughing in my ear.
“Didn’t expect that, huh?”
“Certainly not. I thought you might ask to go to the mall and build a bear. Isn’t that what kids do?”
“Maybe, but then I wouldn’t want to make my old man walk all the way from the car to the bear shop.”
“You deserve a spanking for that, Seducer.”
“Careful, Flirt, I might like that.”
I sighed and palmed my growing erection. “Me too.”
“Did it get you hard?”
“You know it did.”
Something rustled through the speaker, and when he spoke again, his voice had deepened. “Will you send me a dirty picture, something I can use until I see you again?”
“Hmm, I can do that. But maybe I should make you wait for it for being a tease.”
Asher groaned. “So mean, Mr. Dorset.”
“Will I get one in return?”
“Of course. I want to keep you happy.”
“You do, Asher. You keep me happier than I deserve.”
With the newness of the situation and how deeply I was out of my depth, the classic dick pic would have to suffice. After work the following day, I went home, left my suit on but unfastened my pants enough to get my dick out, and jerked off.
It wasn’t easy holding the phone, readying for the money shot, so I changed tactics and made a video of it instead. With most of my torso and lap in the shot, I paused on the moment I exploded. Streams of come ran down the hand holding my flushed, hard cock, all while surrounded by my Armani suit.
“How’s this for snooty britches?” I laughed as I panted, then hit Send without giving myself a second to rethink it, captioning it with:Barely made it home.You’ve been on my mind all damn day.
He didn’t respond for hours, long enough I’d run straight for the worst conclusion and impatiently waited for him to call all of this off. Of course, that was stupid.
Just after ten, Asher texted a smirking emoji and a picture that nearly stopped my heart. He stood in front of a mirror—hair a mess with a flush spread over his tanned chest—licking come from his fingers.
