33. Logan
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logan
I did it.
I fucking did it.
I have an idea.
And not just any game idea. The game idea. One I know is going to be successful, marketable, and profitable. And not just that, I’m going to enjoy the hell out of developing this.
And it’s all thanks to Maeve and Jayce.
“Whoa!” Kat says as she walks into my office. “Why am I having déjà vu?”
I don’t look up from my computer as she comes walking over to my desk. “Probably because I haven’t slept and I’ve lost track of times you’ve found me in one of these situations.”
“Yeah. It’s called a month ago,” she says. “But this is different. You look…happy?”
“Not just happy. Bloody thrilled,” I say, my fingers flying across the keyboard. “I fucking did it.”
“Did what?” It takes Kat a second of silence to realize what “it” is. “Holy shit! You figured out a game!”
“Not only did I figure it out, but I have basic specs, the story, and a few character mockups.”
“Fuck yes!” Kat celebrates, running around my desk to give me a hug. “I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it.”
“Thanks,” I say, returning her gesture. “I was starting to get worried.”
“Honestly? Same.” We share a laugh as she steps away. “So? Are you going to tell me what it is?”
“Tell you what what is?”
Good, Maeve’s now in here so I can tell my two favorite women together. “The game I came up with.”
Maeve’s eyes quit blinking for a second before she lets out a screech of excitement. “Oh my God! You did it!”
Maeve runs over to me and nearly tackles me in my desk chair. Wow, I didn’t know she could get this excited.
Well, this kind of excited.
“Is this why you got up in the middle of the night and I hadn’t seen you since?”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” I say as she takes a seat next to Kat in my newly furnished, and might I say, quite posh, office. “But I woke up in the middle of the night, and for some reason, that was the time my brain turned on. I didn’t want to take the risk it would be gone by morning.”
I didn’t just wake up in the middle of the night; I shot up from a dead slumber. I don’t know if it came to me in a dream or what, but one second I’m holding Maeve’s naked body against mine, and the next I’ve come up with the idea that will no doubt be the next big thing in video games.
“Well, quit making us wait,” Kat says. “Especially me, because no offense to the missus, but I’ve been here a lot longer and have had a lot more headaches.”
“None taken.”
I turn my computer screen, showing them the mockup I’ve started. “Ladies, may I introduce to you SpaceCraft Eras, name subject to change.”
Maeve and Kat look at each other, slightly confused, which I don’t blame them. The name makes no sense without explanation.
“Okay, follow me,” I say, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice. “I kept thinking of how much fun we had on Christmas with the old video games,” I explain. “And not just the old guys who were reliving their youth, but Jayce, who was seeing these classic games for the first time.”
“It was a hit,” Maeve says. “But, and I hate to be the Debbie Downer, I’m pretty sure those games are spoken for. Or at the least, the characters are.”
“Correct, which was where I was getting stumped,” I say. “Then last night it hit me. Bring in the old with the new.”
I bring up the screen that has the SpaceCraft characters on it. “People know GameTech for SpaceCraft, and even if the sales have evened out, it’s still one of the most popular games in the world. So why not bring in the characters everyone knows and loves, and put them in situations that resemble the games of the past.”
“Because scenarios and scenes aren’t copyrighted,” Kat adds with an excited nod. “It’s the best of both worlds.”
“Exactly,” I say. “We can have scenes where they fight each other in a boxing ring. We can have them shooting at launched stars. Or maybe fighting in underground sewers while eating tacos instead of pizza. Whatever we want. As long as, at the end of the day, it gives the feeling of those old, vintage video games that we love but in the modern gaming world.”
“Bringing the new generation and the older generation together.”
I smile at Maeve. “Exactly.”
“Fuck yeah!” Kat yells, clapping for extra measure. “This is perfect, Logan. The board is going to go nuts.”
“Right? I have so much to do. I need to get development on it. Give a presentation to the marketing team to make sure we nail the name and the concept of the packaging. Oh! And the board. Those crotchety old men need something to get excited about.”
“Well, then, it’s your lucky day,” Kat says. “I came in here to remind you about a call with the board and the department heads today. Might as well let the good news out.”
Maeve stands up and leans over my desk. “I’m so proud of you.”
She gives me a kiss, and for the first time maybe ever, I feel like I’m proud of me too. I was when I came up with SpaceCraft, but I always felt like I couldn’t take time to feel good about my accomplishment because I felt like I had something to prove.
Somebody to prove something to.
But now? Knowing what I’ve come up with is, what I feel, going to be a hit, and getting to share that success with the people who mean the most to me? Who I know are proud of me even without the words being spoken? That’s a special feeling.
That’s love.
Today might have been the only day in my entire career that I was excited for a virtual conference call meeting.
That excitement lasted ten minutes.
Just like I thought, they loved the idea of mixing SpaceCraft with vintage games of days gone by. One member even suggested one of his favorites that I’d totally forgotten about.
SpaceCraft characters on a race track? Hell, yeah!
But now that the excitement has died down, and I’m sitting here pretending to be an engaged CEO, I’m remembering why I dread these calls.
I don’t hear much of what my CFO starts talking about—I’m going to take a stab that it’s about finances or budgets—as out of the corner of my eye I see Maeve come into the office. She’s dressed in a robe, which is odd since it’s after lunch, but I don’t have time to think anything of it as I luckily hear the conversation be tossed back to me.
“Sounds good.” Did it? Not sure. If there are bad things to report, I’m usually notified ahead of time so I’m going to assume everything is going well. “Let’s keep everything on track. We want to have a strong Q1…”
I don’t mean to trail off. I was actually doing well in sounding like I had any idea what was going on.
Then again, I wasn’t expecting my wife to flash me in the middle of my conference call.
I swallow the massive frog in my throat and try not to squirm in my seat due to my suddenly hard cock, as Maeve stands just off to the side of my vision, gloriously naked, while I’m trying to be a proper CEO.
“Mr. Matthews? Are you okay?”
“Yeah…Yes,” I say, blinking a few times as I try to resist not looking at Maeve’s beautiful body. “As I was staying. Q1. Let’s do good.”
Let’s do good? I sound like a bumbling idiot. Though, they’re lucky I’m speaking at all right now as Maeve isn’t moving, just continuing to stand just out of my reach, and plenty out of sight of the camera, teasing me like the vixen she is.
“You heard the man, let’s do good.” I don’t know who said that, but I’m thankful as it naturally segues to the head of accounting taking the floor.
“I’m on camera,” I mumble, making sure the microphone is off. I don’t turn off the camera, though, because the last time I did that, I fell asleep, and Kat had to come in and slap me awake.
“I know.”
My eyes glance to her, then back to whoever is talking, then back to Maeve. She’s inching closer to me, and I’m now doing anything I can to hold myself back.
I want to touch her. I want to feel her. I want to suck on those perfect tits while she straddles my lap. I want her to ride me here on this chair. I want to bend her over this desk and make her scream.
And I will, I’ll do all of that. Once I unmute and get off this godforsaken bloody meeting.
“Great,” I groan out as Maeve starts walking around the desk. My eyes can’t help but follow her, and I know everyone on this meeting has to think I’m insane. They would be too if they had a goddess in front of them like I do. “What else do we have on the agenda?”
I shut off my microphone quickly as I realize Maeve has done an expert job of perching herself on my desk, perfectly out of camera view, but now so close to me I have to physically sit on my hands to keep from touching her.
I start scribbling gibberish on a piece of paper, anything to try to focus on the speaker, when all I want to do is bury my face between Maeve’s legs.
“Great. Fine. Let’s do it.” I say, and judging by the expressions on their faces, that takes everyone off guard.
“Mr. Matthews…you want to give everyone every Friday off?”
Oh shit…do I? That’s what they were talking about? Fuck it, might as well. If it means getting off this call quicker, and stop Maeve from snickering in the background, we can work three-day weeks for all I care.
“Yeah! Sure. Why not? Four-day work weeks should be a thing. Let’s try it through the end of the quarter and see how productivity goes and then make a permanent decision.”
Everyone starts talking among themselves on the call, apparently thrown by my decision. I take the opportunity as a perfect time to wrap this up.
“Let’s leave this here,” I say. “Happy New Year to you all. We’ll chat again next month.”
I hit end on the call and turn my chair, putting me at eye level with Maeve’s perfect, pink pussy. “Quite a show you just put on…”
She shrugs, as if Maeve Banks-Matthews has ever been coy a day in her life. “Just wanted to see how your meeting was going.”
“Really?” I say, leaning back in my chair so I can fully take her in. “That’s it?”
“That’s it.” Though as the words leave her lips, she slides off the desk. “I thought maybe you could use something to keep you awake. I know you tend to find them boring.”
I’ve seen a lot of versions of Maeve since we met. Flirty and seductive Maeve is a new persona.
She might be my favorite.
“Come here,” I say, motioning with my finger to do the same. She doesn’t hesitate as she comes to me, leaning down so I can finally taste her lips on mine. I just have to move my hands slightly to squeeze her tits that have been beautifully on display. I start to bring her on my lap when the godforsaken sound of a Teams call rings through.
“Bloody hell!” I yell, looking to see that it’s the head of human resources. Probably wanting to make sure I wasn’t crazy for declaring four-day work weeks.
“Answer it,” Maeve says as she slides down from my lap. “And don’t mind me.”
Jesus fucking Christ is she about to…
Holy shit, she is. I hear the telltale sound of my zipper coming down, and I lift up for just a second before realizing I still need to answer the phone.
“What, Tom!”
Was that aggressive? Yes. Does Tom look frightened? A little. But I don’t care—my wife is sucking my dick during a work call.
“Apologies, Mr. Matthews,” Tom says. “I just wanted to go over the statement you made during today’s meeting, if you had the time?”
“Sure. Yup. Great.” Those are the only words I trust myself to say, otherwise I stay quiet as Tom starts giving me the facts and figures of what making a four-day week happen looks like. I nod and do my best to pay attention to him, because he’s just doing his job. It’s not his fault he chose the literal worst time for me to remember a thing he says. The way Maeve’s hand is working in tandem with her mouth, I can barely remember my name.
“Mmhmm,” I gasp, gripping onto my desk chair for dear life as Maeve takes me to the back of her throat. Luckily this coincides with Tom saying something that warranted a response. Hopefully “mmhmm” is appropriate.
Just when I think Tom’s done, he keeps going. How much more can he talk about? More importantly, how long can Maeve suck my cock without taking a breath? I swear the woman hasn’t relented. Between her strokes, and her tongue, and the way her hot mouth forms around me to provide just enough suction, I’m about to come in her throat and hope that Tom doesn’t realize it.
“Tom, I have another call coming in.”
And by call I mean come in my wife’s mouth.
“No problem, boss. I’ll just send you over?—”
I end the call before Tom can finish his statement. Which I feel bad about for two seconds before I feel Maeve’s mouth against my pelvis, deep throating me and taking every inch.
“Fuck!” I groan, gathering her hair in my hand. “You take my cock so fucking good.”
My words seem to spur her on, working me from root to tip in a way where I never know what’s next. I feel my balls start to tighten, and I can’t help but start thrusting my hips into her, wanting her to take every inch of me.
“Are you going to swallow my cum like a good wife?”
She doesn’t answer with her words; no, she just doubles down, sucking harder, and faster, and working me so hard that I’m…
Holy….fuck…
I pull her hair and grip my seat, needing something to keep me centered as an orgasm like I’ve never had pulses through me. I have to actively try and calm my breath, because I might pass out.
“So, was it a good meeting?”
I pick her up and bring her to my lap, her sweet laugh filling the air. “Best meeting ever.”