Leo

While I eat, there is no pleasure, no relishing of the perfect balance of ingredients that make this a favorite meal of mine. I barely taste my food. My mind is only on Alexandra Clark and the last hour. I am mystified, disbelieving still, of my body’s response to her.

Finished with dinner, I shut down, knowing I am no longer going to be able to focus on work. I call for a car to take me home. While I prepare to leave I receive a text message from Ebony Aarons. I am aroused at the invitation to enjoy her body for the evening. Confirming the time to arrive at her condo, a few hours later, I smile with satisfaction. Ebony is the palate cleanser I need to get Alexa Clark off my mind.

Ebony Aarons is a woman I have broken a few of my rules for, for all the right reasons. I have no desire to marry or have children, as such my rules for dealing with women are firm. I prefer no more than three casual sexual encounters. There are women who will not accept anything less than a relationship before allowing me to fuck them. For those women, I am willing to bend, slightly. The women never came to my home, I never spent the night, and it did not last longer than sixty days. If they refused my desire to fuck more than once or I went longer than five days without getting my cock sucked or ridden before sixty days, then it was over immediately.

Ebony started as a relationship. Unlike most women, she was more than worth the wait. When her sixty days were up, I ended it and earned her scorn. Almost a year later we ran into each other. After making it clear it would be nothing more than that night, I took her back to her place. She was as good as I remembered. Now almost two years later, we have a friendly fuck only relationship when we are free of other partners.

At home, I take a shower willing the hot water to relieve my tension, it doesn’t come close. Frustrated, I give into the need that has been biting at me since I laid eyes on Alexa. I grip my cock and pump, trying to bring up the memories of when I have fucked Ebony except they twist and disappear.

Alexa is what my cock craves, her blue eyes wide as I pound into her soft body. Slower now, my hand moves down to the tip leaking for her, imagining her taking my cock between those soft plump lips of hers. I am long at more than nine inches and very thick. Most women cannot take more than a few inches of me into their mouth. All I want is Alexa’s lips around my head, I know she could take that much.

I stroke down, twisting my hand, wanting to make it last. A stroke up as my thumb plays over the tip; I want her hand on me, guiding me inside her, between those long legs as they wrap around my waist. Fuck! I come hard, body weak, leaning against the wet tile it takes a moment before I’m able to stand on my own. Damn it, if that had happened with a woman I would be ashamed at how quickly I came.

Pushing away from the wall, I sway out of the shower. I grab a towel and quickly dry off. Weakness still clinging to me, I sink into my bed. Just for a minute, I tell myself as I close my eyes.

I wake up to the ringing of my cell phone. Fuck. I roll over to swipe my phone from my bedside table. When I do, I see the glowing dials of my alarm clock telling me it is eleven thirty, a full hour after I was supposed to be at Ebony’s. No surprise, it’s Ebony.

“Leo, what the fuck?”

“I fell asleep. Your call woke me.”

Her gasp is audible. “You fell asleep?”

“Yes, I fell asleep. I apologize. Obviously, I will not be over. Good night.” I end the call before she says another word.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath willing my mind to quiet. It does not work, I?

?m awake. The three hours of sleep I got is something I have functioned on often enough my body is prepared to keep going, even though I want nothing more than to go back to sleep.

I pull on silk boxers, instead of my usual cotton boxer briefs, welcoming the cool, tight fit. In the living room, I find a note from my housekeeper reminding me of her vacation next week. I note it without concern, Mrs. Espinoza has been my housekeeper for nine years. She runs my home so smoothly it would only be a concern if she were retiring. She sees to it my bills are paid, my home is clean, my suits are cleaned and ordered all without ever disturbing me. The note even details how she scheduled others to fill in while she is away. She is the perfect employee.

I pull out the report I was reviewing before Alexa interrupted me. I turn on the television, already on its usual channel, BBC news. The American twenty-four-hour news stopped being endurable to watch almost a decade ago. The report doesn’t hold my attention for long, slowly my mind drifts to Alexa.

As soon as I think of her, the hunger begins again. This is unusual for me, I am not used to need hounding me. Once sex was over, I rarely desired it again for at least a few days. Then again, I usually take my time. Often luxuriating in a woman’s body for hours, not the five minutes I could barely last in the shower. That has to be the reason need still lingers, it has to be. No other explanation is plausible.

Rolling my neck, tension sends me outside. I open the door to my terrace and step out into the cool April night air. I am on the fifty-sixth floor, in the Waldorf Astoria hotel in Chicago. This high the view of the city is invigorating, it’s something I have taken pleasure in countless times. Tonight, the peace I usually find does not come. If I am still here in six months, I will have been here for four years, the longest of any home I have owned and lived in since the home I grew up in.

Of the nine properties, I have purchased and lived in over the last sixteen years this place has been the most comfortable. The condo comprises the entire floor, yet almost daily it is becoming claustrophobic which is why I am often out on the terrace.

I consider checking out the realty website again to see if anything appeals. However, more time in front of a computer does not interest me. A run does though. While there is a workout room in the building, I never use it. One of the bedrooms was made into a home gym before I moved in. There is a treadmill, two different weight machines, a rowing machine, and a heavy bag.

An hour later, I am dripping with sweat and exhausted. After a cold shower, I’m back in bed. My mind still will not shut off. I give up and take a sleep aid with more than two fingers of scotch neat. Although the sleep aid works, it does not last. I wake up twice before my alarm sounds at five in the morning.

5

Alexa

While the coffeemaker is going, I sit down to write out my letter of resignation. I’m lost in thought about actually leaving the company I worked at for so long. I’m pulled out by a light knock on my door.

Natalie is holding out a takeout bag. “I smelled your coffeemaker when I went downstairs to get my coffee.”

I still can’t believe Natalie spends money on coffee from the corner coffee shop every morning rather than make her own. “Thanks, come in. What are you doing up so early?”

“I had to um, update, I guess you could say, the report on you from the security company. Then I have to get it into Leo’s office before he gets there.” Knowing she’s changing the file on me makes my stomach turn even as it grumbles. I open the takeout box. It’s waffles from the diner a few blocks away, where Natalie and I usually have brunch on the weekend. There’s a cup of strawberries and whip cream and a side of bacon. Heaven, my brunch breakfast. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

I’m confused as I bite into the bacon. “Tell you what?”

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