“Sorry…I didn’t think you’d care.”
“I don’t care. That’s…pretty sexy.”
I should put the groceries away, but I continued to stand there, my heart beating rapidly.
“Maybe you can record yourself tonight…and send it to me.”
I’d never done anything kinky like that in my entire life, but Deacon made me want to try new things, to be adventurous, to connect with him in whatever way I could. “Alright…”
“I look forward to it.”
I couldn’t believe I was actually going to do this.
“I’ll talk to you later,” he said. “Love you.”
“Love you too.” I listened to him hang up before I set my phone on the counter. I had all these groceries to put away, but all I could think about was what we agreed on. I didn’t even tell him that I got the raise. It didn’t seem important, even though he would have wanted to know.
Fifteen
Deacon
I sat in the middle row, between Kathleen and Marcus. We were supposed to present soon. I hated social interaction in all forms, but public speaking didn’t bother me, not when I was excited about what I had to say. It didn’t feel like a speech I had to give when accepting an award, the kind that embarrassed me. I actually wanted to do this.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
I glanced at the screen, seeing the message from Cleo. Have a good night. The thumbnail of the view showed her naked on the bed, her fingers between her legs. It was just over five minutes long.
I got hard in my slacks so goddamn fast.
I scrolled up to hide the video from my screen and quickly texted back. I won’t watch it until tonight. I’ll let you know how much I like it then. I turned my phone on silent and slid it into my pocket. I had to put that image of her out of my mind fast because I didn’t want to go up there with the outline of my big dick noticeable…and it would definitely be noticeable.
I was a regular guy who liked sex, but she turned me into a bedroom fiend. I loved sex more now than I had in my twenties. It was on my mind almost every time I looked at her. I liked her in lingerie or buck naked. There were times when I wanted to fuck her violently, and other times when I just wanted something slow and gentle. In the morning, I got off quickly then left the bed like it was no big deal. But my sex drive had definitely increased now that I had a long-term partner, and from a scientific standpoint, I couldn’t really explain it. When I had casual sex, I enjoyed it and it was easy. But with one person, it was much better, even though Cleo wasn’t necessarily doing anything different from the other girls. There was an unidentifiable component there.
But I didn’t dwell on it because I needed to focus right now—and not on my dick.
The eight of us sat together at a table, finishing off the last bottle of wine as we talked and laughed into the night.
A part of me wanted to run to my bedroom so I could watch the video Cleo sent me, but I was having a good time, so I stuck around, swapping stories with my colleagues, sharing laughs, really socializing.
It was one of the only nights I was actually with my team. Dr. Hawthorne was beside me, drinking more than she usually did. Her personality became more outspoken as the alcohol spiked in her blood. Then she settled between a good buzz and drunkenness.
The night ended when the restaurant closed, so we left and entered the lobby.
I was excited to get back into my room. The wine hadn’t dulled my enthusiasm. I expected to beat off to that video at least twice. I got into the elevator with everyone, and one by one, people got out.
My dick was hard in my slacks because now I couldn’t keep it at bay. In just a few minutes, I’d have the privacy of my suite with a fully charged phone, seeing my woman in my bed, touching herself while thinking of me.
I grew uncomfortable with the size of my dick but didn’t adjust myself because it might be obvious. It was just Kathleen and me, and once she stepped out and the doors were closed, I could do what I wanted.
The doors opened, and she looked through her clutch, as if trying to find her room key. “Do you mind walking me, Deacon? I’m just really…unorganized right now.”
The last thing I wanted to do was be a gentleman and help her to her room right now, but I wasn’t an asshole to a colleague, so I just did it. I stepped out and walked with her down the hallway. “I drank too much too.”