“Home, Louis. Thanks.” I considered asking him to take me to the next bar, but I wasn’t in the mood anymore.
Louis nodded and pulled away from the curb. “Certainly, sir.”
The drive to my apartment building went by fast. Lost in thought about Jannie and Stephanie and still wondering about that broken picture frame, I was only vaguely aware of the city rolling by and only snapped out of it when Louis stopped outside the elevator doors in the residents’ parking garage.
“Thanks, Louis,” I said, climbing out of the Jag. I stuck my head back in before I closed the door. “I’m in for the evening. Have a good one.”
“You too, sir.” He nodded politely and waited for the elevator doors to close behind me before pulling away. I jabbed the button for the penthouse and leaned with my hip against the railing as I watched the floor number climb.
The elevator went straight to the top and deposited me right outside my door. I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a scotch from the crystal decanter sitting on a side table, shedding my tie, jacket, and shoes as I went.
I undid the buttons on my shirt and picked up my tumbler, walking to the bank of windows that looked out over the park in the daytime. At night, the city’s lights stretched on below for what seemed like miles.
Standing there in my socks and half-dressed, I ran my free hand through my hair and sipped my drink. Rain pelted my windows. It splattered on my balcony and splashed against the uncovered outdoor furniture.
Frustration simmered in my veins. The alcohol couldn’t burn it away fast enough. What a shitty day. I sighed heavily and wondered what the hell I was going to do with the rest of my night. Nothing that came to mind appealed to me.
Eventually, I decided to start with a shower. Maybe washing the crappy day away was a good place to start. I padded down the darkened hallway past guest bedrooms I only ever used for the guys and a home office that was a relic from the days I wasn’t chained to a desk in Williams Tower.
My bedroom was at the end of the hall. Way too big for one person, but I loved it all the same. The penthouse was the first thing I bought with my own money, and I was damn proud of it.
Decked out with an emperor-sized bed, dark wooden furniture, a sitting area with a giant flat screen and three different gaming consoles hidden in the modern wall unit, my bedroom was all me. Pre-corporate asshole Jeremiah.
The shower in my en suite bathroom was made of stone and glass, had a steam setting, and was big enough for three people. It was ostentatious and unnecessary—but fucking awesome.
I flipped on the water and shed the rest of my clothes before stepping underneath the satisfyingly strong stream of hot water. Tipping my head back, I closed my eyes and let the water work its magic.
The unfortunate side effect of closing my eyes was Steph’s face drifting back into the forefront of my mind. Seconds later, I was back to replaying what happened between us in my office. It didn’t take long before I was as hard and horny as I had been in that moment.
I debated the idea of jerking off to thoughts of my secretary, a woman I’d promised myself I could have a totally professional relationship with despite how attracted I was to her. Finally, I decided to throw caution to the wind. Fuck it all.
I was wound up, frustrated, naked, and my balls were already heavy. This was happening. I would deal with whatever moral dilemma it presented when I saw her tomorrow.
Reaching down, I wrapped my fingers around my shaft. I groaned at the pressure, the knowledge that relief was imminent. I started slow, imagining that was what Steph would’ve done yesterday if Neil hadn’t knocked.
I ran my fingers along the veins, exploring my cock like it was the first time I was holding it. My breathing became heavier, shallower. Increasing my pace, I made a fist with my free hand and rested it against the wall leaning my forehead against it.
I stroked harder, wondering how long it would’ve taken her to speed up. An image of her plump lips popped into my mind. They kissed like a dream. I could only imagine what they would feel like wrapped around my cock. And so I did.
In my mind’s eye, Stephanie fed my length into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my tip, and her eyes fluttered closed as she released one of those little moans she made when we kissed. She took me as far back as she could go, her small hand wrapped around my base and worked in unison with her mouth.
My fist clenched against the wall. My breaths were coming out in pants. I shifted my hips, pumping faster. I pictured Stephanie working my dick into her mouth, pulling back. Rinse, repeat. Her tongue would trace my slit, swirl around my crown.
Fucking my fist, I moaned and jerked harder. Faster. My balls tightened. My spine ignited as shudders wracked through me. “Fuck yeah.”
My voice reverberated through the shower, jumping off the wall back to me. But I hardly heard it. I was close, so damn close.
One more stroke. Two. On the third, I came. Hard. An orgasm that sucked me dry and left me shaking in the shower.
“Holy shit.” That was good. I think I’ve found a new favorite fantasy.