38. Salinger
38
SALINGER
“ H is name stars with a J.” I frown.
Faulkner looks up from where he’s texting someone from Hawthorne’s couch. “Is this your new super-secret crush?”
“No, this is the stalker who is after Mandy.”
“Sure, we’ll just look through every man in the city with a first name that starts with J.” McCarthy snorts. “That will be easy and fun.”
Fitz scoots over on a rolling chair.
“You’re going to scrape up the floor,” Hawthorne complains.
“This would be a lot easier,” Whitman says with a sigh, “if we had Crawford’s resources.”
“You know, Walker and Cyber Security developed some software to help narrow down searches by parameters,” McCarthy tells me as Whitman searches on Instagram for males in Seattle with names starting with J. There are thousands of results.
“I’m not asking any of the East Coast Svenssons for help.”
“Can we set a trap? You know, stake Mandy out in the middle of a field and nab him when he shows?”
“I tried something similar but no bites,” I admit.
“I can’t believe you haven’t convinced her to give up the name.” Hawthorne looks up at me.
“He’s losing his touch.” Faulkner shakes his head. “He’s not young and pretty anymore. I think I see a little bit of a receding hairline.”
I slap his hand away. “Just tell me if you find anything.”
Benji Isaacs is already in a private booth when I arrive at the restaurant.
“You didn’t tell anyone you were here, did you?” He looks around nervously, beckoning me closer. “She can’t know we’re meeting.”
“Linda?”
Isaacs nods. “She’s going crazy—she’s out to get me. It’s a revenge plan. She won’t see reason. She doesn’t trust you because we’re friends,” he whispers from behind a menu held up to block his face. “She’s got half the board on her side, and she’s turning the rest of them against me. At my company. That I built!”
I don’t say it, but I’m pretty sure it was his father-in-law’s company where he was given a cushy job and sort of failed upward.
“We need to strategize.” He grabs my jacket lapels, panicked. “I’m going to be pushed off the board. I need this project. I have child-support payments. We have to get rid of Linda.”
“Let me put some feelers out, see if I can get someone to convince her to change her mind.” Though I’m not hopeful.
“I’m ruined. Ruined!”
My life is collapsing around me. Mandy is in danger, and I don’t have a chance in hell of getting that port contract now.
Mandy isn’t at the office when I return from meeting with Isaacs. I don’t want to stay there—I feel antsy without her, and there are too many distractions. I need to sit in my study and think about what I can do to salvage the port contract.
As I drive back to the penthouse, I stew on it. I need to convince Linda to give me that contract. How? Blackmail? Bribery? Does she have any children who need jobs? Is there a way I can somehow turn Isaacs into a sacrificial lamb to show Linda I’m on her side?
If only she hadn’t decided to usurp the throne from Isaacs.
Then, there’s Mandy. The flowers last night have to be an escalation. I don’t recall any other incidents of the stalker sending her gifts to the office. He’s getting bolder.
When I walk into the penthouse, Seward confirms that Mandy returned and hasn’t left, but where is she? I frown, drop my briefcase in the study, and head upstairs, half wondering if I’m going to find her in my bedroom. It wouldn’t be an unwelcome surprise.
She isn’t there. Nor is she in the kitchen or out on the deck .
“Mandy?” I call as I search the penthouse.
Claws click on the hardwood floor, and Pepper comes running toward me from a side hallway, followed by her owner.
“Hi, Salinger—you’re home early… er than I was expecting.” Mandy’s jumpy.
I’m immediately suspicious. “What happened? What’s wrong? Did he contact you? Did you see him?”
“No, I’m fine, Salinger. Honest.” She’s chewing on her lip, standing on one bare foot and scratching the back of her leg with the toes of the other. Nervous. Fidgety.
“You’re hiding something from me.” I stare at her.
“Nope. Everything’s great—well, except for the new underwear you bought me.” Her nose wrinkles. “I can’t believe you got me thongs, of all things.”
I round on her, and she backs away. I grab her waist, pull her toward me. “You think,” I growl, my grip tightening on her waist, “that I don’t know when someone is trying to distract me with sex?”
She pants against my mouth.
“Tell me, Mandy—what are you hiding?” I push her until her back thumps against the bare wall of the hallway. The waistband of her little short-shorts slides down easily.
“You can’t tell me”—I palm her through the lacy white fabric—“that the only thing you’re hiding from me is that you don’t like my choice of fashion.”
She whimpers as I pull back from her and tug at her shirt, slowly lifting it over her head. Her huge tits are full and round in the matching bra. I lean in and suck the hard pink nipple through the sheer fabric .
“This bra is not full coverage. You cannot throw away a woman’s own bra.” She’s trying to stay in control, but her voice quivers.
“All the elastic was going,” I tell her flatly. “I bet you had it since college. Stop pretending to be a martyr. Now, turn around. Slowly.”
She spins slowly in front of me so I can admire the curve of her ass in the thong, the way the bra’s lacy straps crisscross over her back. “If you come clean, I’ll eat your ass out in that thong.”
A thong that her stalker has never had his hands on and never will.
She swallows. “Right here?”
“I’ll do it in my bed, really give you the princess treatment.”
She’s biting her lip again, hunger and desire in her wide eyes.
“Tell me,” I murmur, placing my hands on the wall on either side of her head. I lean in, kiss her softly, then do it harder. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“I can’t…”
I slam my hands on the wall beside her head, and she screams and claps her hands to her ears.
“Stop fucking with me, Mandy, and tell me.”
“Psycho.”
Grabbing her neck, I kiss her hard. “Damn right. I fucking told you that you make me crazy.”
“You were insane before I came along,” she spits.
I respond by hooking two fingers on the strap of the thong and pulling it, making her gasp as the fabric slides along the slit that I know is already swollen with desire for me .
No matter if she tells me or not, I’m fucking her tonight. I didn’t get enough of her pussy in my office.
Pepper trots past me down the hall.
“There’s something in there.” I peer down the hall, then I stride after the dog.
“Wait!” She rushes after me.
Pepper is at a closed door, drooling and jumping up on her hind legs.
“Look,” Mandy pleads as she squeezes herself between me and the door. “I’ll tell you, but promise me you won’t be too mad. You can be a little bit angry—just don’t go nuclear, okay?”
Now I’m curious. “What can you possibly have in there?”
Reaching behind her, I turn the door handle while she protests.
Pepper rushes into the catering kitchen.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been in this room.” I slowly walk in the windowless space. “To be honest, I think I forgot it was here.”
“Must be nice to own real estate in Seattle that you can completely forget about.”
I take a breath to make a quippy response, then I’m salivating just as badly as Pepper, who is sprawled out panting in front of a huge double oven.
“It’s…” I take another deep whiff of the most amazing aroma in the world. “That smells like my lunch. Wait, that is my lunch. What the hell?”
“No,” Mandy counters as I slowly approach the oven. “It’s my lunch that I feed you.”
“What the fuck?” I mutter as I open one of the oven doors. The heat and delicious, meaty, slightly spicy smell of the Greek casserole wash over me like a loving embrace. It takes every ounce of self-control not to join Pepper on the floor and watch it cook. “You said it was from a restaurant.”
“To be fair, I never said that. You assumed.” She crosses her arms over her chest in stubborn defiance. “You can’t be mad. You like your lunch—you’re always requesting it.”
I’m shaking my head, incredulous.
“I dropped your lunch one day awhile back,” she admits. “It was an emergency.”
There’s more to that story, but I’m suddenly starving. For the food, yes, but also for her.
She’s apprehensive as I approach and back her up against the cold metal of the prep counter.
“You know my two favorite things to eat? That dish and your pussy.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, her arms around my neck. She kisses my mouth, my face, my nose like she can’t get enough of me, like I’m the only thing in the world she wants, like she loves me. By the time we make it up to my bedroom, she has my tie off and my shirt buttons almost all undone.
I kick my shoes off and throw her down on the bed.
She drags my face down to her by my shirt collar, kissing me like she knows what she wants, and it is me.
“You said you were going to eat my pussy.” She tries pushing my head down. I shake her off, smirking at her.
“I just found out that I have my own little machine that makes my favorite meal. I think that calls for more than eating your ass, sweetheart.”
“You know,” she gasps as I undo my belt, “I think that’s the most appreciative anyone’s ever been of my cooking. ”
She reaches for my zipper, but I grab her hands, forcing them above her head.
Her back arches as she strains against me, her chin banging into my mouth. “You gonna fuck me like this?”
“No.” I grab the leather cuffs connected to the bed frame and tighten them around her wrists before she can register what I’m doing.
“What the—Salinger, what the hell?”
“You’re the one who said she wasn’t some inexperienced virgin,” I remind her as she yanks on the cuffs that secure her to the foot of the bed.
“Untie me.”
“Sure.” My tone is mild as I unfasten my cuff links.
The bed frame creaks as she strains against the bonds on her wrists. I remove my shirt and drape it over a chair.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asks. Excitement. Desire. Anticipation.
“What am I not going to do to you?” I coil my belt on top of the dresser.
“I was right. This is a kink for you,” she goads me.
“No, I was right—this is a kink for you.” I lay my dress pants next to the shirt. “You in, or you out?”
“What am I agreeing to?” The strap connecting her to the bed is too short for her to sit up on her knees. She either has to lie flat or stay on her hands and knees.
“I said, in or out? Yes…” I tilt her chin up so her eyes meet mine. “Or no?”
Her eyes narrow. “Do your worst.”
“With pleasure.” I kiss her hard, my tongue tangling briefly with hers.
Her head drops forward when I release her. Her lips glisten, slightly parted .
The belt is coiled where I left it. “Open your mouth.”
There’s a bit of resistance as the strap of the leather belt forces her jaw open.
She bites down on the belt. Her chest rises and falls. In the white lace, she’s an offering served up on the bed just for me. Her back arches as I run my fingers under the thong, now coated in her juices. Her cries are muffled by the makeshift gag. She throws her head back as I tug the panties to the side and flick my tongue along the slit of her hot, wet pussy.
She twists against the wrist cuffs. I don’t even have to ask her—she spreads her legs for me, begging me silently to take her. I give her another lick, a taste of what I have planned. Fucking her the night before hadn’t been enough. I couldn’t take my time, make sure that I ruined her for any other man.
I shrug off the boxer briefs, fist the hard length of my cock, then tease her with the head, rubbing her swollen clit.
She moans, low and needy.
I grab a condom from the nightstand and roll it on. Then I hook my hand in the belt around her head, position myself behind her, and pull her panties to the side. My fingers tighten on the leather belt, and I use it to pull her back against my cock when I slam into her.
Her pussy clenches around my cock as I bury it in her tight cunt.
She whimpers and moans around my belt as I fuck her, fuck her like I wanted to do when I first saw her on her hands and knees in my living room—her legs spread to offer me her greedy little pussy, to let her feel the thick length of my cock in her tight cunt .
Having her tied up on my bed is better than I could have imagined. It’s driving me crazy, having her there at my mercy. I don’t want to psychoanalyze it. Pretty sure I won’t like what I find. Instead, I fuck her harder, pounding into her with my hard cock as I work her clit with my fingers.
She rocks forward on my hand then back against my thrusts, grinding against me, her hips seeking me out as I pound into her. Too soon, she’s coming on my cock, her body shuddering around me.
I should savor it, but I’m too far gone, losing control, while she moans around the belt as she takes every thick inch of me. From the little whimpering noises she’s making and the way her thighs tremble, she’s close. She comes again as I spill into her.
She moans around the belt, and I slide out of her.
She sags on the bed as I step around to face her, discarding the condom on the way. She’s panting, two red lines on either side of her mouth after I unfasten the belt.
“That was so fucking hot.” I kiss her, taste the slight tang of the leather. She’s already making me hard again. “Dirty little girl. You like this. You do want me to tie you up.” I pinch her tits through the bra.
“Just trying to be a good prisoner.”
“I told you—you’re a guest.”
“I don’t think people usually tie up and fuck their houseguests.” She blows at a piece of hair hanging in her face. I tuck it behind her ear.
“Just FYI, I need to take that the casserole out in forty-five minutes. Oh gosh.” She hangs her head when I squint at her. “I sound like my mother… Oh my god. Okay, let me go. I ruined the moment. I need to set a timer. ”
I take out my phone, punch in forty-five minutes, and show it to her, then I snap a photo of her with legs splayed on my bed. “The moment isn’t ruined for me.”
Mandy yelps when the belt cracks on her bare ass then moans when I do it again.
“You like that, don’t you?”
I pull the lacy bra down, sucking at her huge tits, working the nipple with my tongue. The mattress sags as I kneel behind her, mouthing her through the soaking-wet panties.
“You’re supposed to,” she gasps, “use me how you want.”
“My cock in your pussy not good enough for you?”
“I told you, I’m not one of those dumb girls you like to fuck. I want the deluxe prisoner package.”
I slap her ass again.
She whimpers. “Am I making you hard?”
Still behind her, I pull the thong to the side, spread her cheeks, and grind my quickly hardening cock against her. “You tell me.” I buck against her, making her feel my hard length against her pussy.
Snapping the band of the thong, I caress her ass then slide the fabric down. She arches as I pull the thong to her knees then bury my face in her sweet pussy. The mewling, needy cries of pleasure go straight to my cock.
I ignore it, lapping at her swollen clit. Her pussy is hot and ready as I play with her slit. My thumbs dig into her ass as I spread her wider, licking her, teasing her, driving her to another body-shuddering orgasm.
She’s breathing hard, arms trembling as she shifts on the mattress .
I slide her panties down to her ankles, slipping them off first one then the other.
“You gonna fuck me?” She lets out a little moan.
I caress her ass. “You,” I say, climbing off the bed, “have been giving me shit for the last several days about how you’re not getting the full experience.” I open a drawer and pick up the box there. “And you know me, I’m a competitive motherfucker. I want five stars.” I set the heavy box next to her on the bed.
“What it that?”
“You said I could use you however I wanted, remember?” I take the lid off.
She’s straining against the leather cuffs. “Shit.”
There’s thirty-five minutes left on the timer.
Her eyes are dilated, her face flushed.
“What do you say, Mandy, my little prisoner? You want to engage in my deepest, darkest fantasies? Don’t worry—they aren’t too dark. You’ll be able to walk after. Well, mostly.”
She licks her lips, weighing the options between pleasure and release. “What if I say no?”
“Then I’ll fuck you one more time and pour you a glass of wine.”
“And if I say yes?”
I raise an eyebrow.
She’s craning her head, trying to see in the box.
“Yes or no?”
Her pink tongue darts out again. It’s driving me crazy. “You have to go get the casserole out of the oven,” she tells me .
“That goes without saying,” I growl at her. “Your arms can barely hold you up. You’re not dropping my food—that shit is gold.”
“Okay, then.”
“Say it.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I want you to use me. I want to be your little prisoner.”
“Good girl.” Then I show her what’s in the box.
She gasps when I pull out a huge toy.
“What?” I wave it at her. “I thought you liked the color pink. You’re a basic millennial woman.”
She strains at the bonds. “That’s huge.”
“You had bigger.”
“Oh, really?” She rolls her eyes.
“Shit.”
“You need to have balls of steel to deal with someone who’s not an easily impressed, naive, sheltered trust-fund virgin.” She sticks her tongue out at me.
“See?” I hold the toy up next to my cock.
“Hm.” She wrinkles her nose.
“We’ll see if your cunt can tell the difference.”
“Oh no, did I hurt his widdle fee—oh, fuck!”
She moans low in her throat as I slide the toy into her soaking-wet pussy. I grab her hips to keep her from wrenching away from it, holding her still, forcing her to take the toy up her cunt.
“Fuck,” she pants. “Salinger, I wanted you to fuck me—this isn’t fair.”
I flick the switch on the toy, and it starts vibrating deep inside her .
“Oh my gosh, Salinger, this so isn’t fair.”
It’s too easy to stroke her clit, to rub the hard nub under my fingers. It isn’t two seconds before she’s gushing all over my hand.
I pull out another, smaller toy from the box. “I see now why Dara’s account numbers are so high. She insisted we invest in one of these sex-toy companies.” I flick the switch on the side of a vibrator about the size of my palm. “I thought it was stupid, and yet her accounts just print money.” I hold the vibrator to Mandy’s clit briefly.
She can’t help it—her hips jerk into my hand.
“Greedy little slut.” I kiss her as she grinds against it.
Her teeth scrape my chin as she comes.
I kiss her nose. “Guess not every woman in America has one of me at their disposal. And they need the next best thing.”
“You are such a cocky motherfucker.”
I grab her jaw, forcing her mouth open, making her taste herself. Standing in front of her, I tangle my hand in her hair and guide her mouth to my cock, heavy in my hand. “I think I like your mouth better like this.”
Her knees are wide with the toy deep in her pussy. Her hips make needy circles in the air as she hums in pleasure around my cock.
I have to clench my teeth to keep from blowing my load in her mouth. “Go on, suck my cock.”
It’s probably a good thing that she can’t really give great head at this angle and with her distracted by what I have going on in her pussy, because I’m half gone already and I don’t want to come yet.
She moans as I slide out of her mouth. “Salinger…”
I kiss her before she can get the rest of the words out .
But then she asks, “What’s the timer?”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. I spent hours prepping all of that food. If it burns, I’m going to tie you up and shove this dildo in your ass.”
“Noted.” I check the phone. “We have enough time.”
“For what?”
I grab her pussy, shoving the toy deeper and making her moan so she can’t ask me questions.
Then I disappear into my closet.
Mandy’s eyes are glazed in pleasure when I come back out carrying the heavy mirror. Her eyes widen when I set it in front of her, propping it up against the dresser.
“I want to watch your face the first time you take a dick up your tight little ass.”
She lets out a whimper of anticipation.
I kneel behind her, my hands cupping her tits, pinching, teasing, rolling the nipples in my fingers.
“I told you. I fucked you fast and dirty in my office, now I want to take you slowly, make sure every inch of you is mine. I want to ruin you for any other man.”
Her pussy is soaking wet from the toy, dripping down her thighs.
“Fuck me,” she whimpers as I grind against her, driving the toy farther inside. “I want to feel your hot cum in my ass.”
“Yeah, you do.”
She lets out a loud, long cry as I slide the toy out of her pussy, then she takes a shuddering breath and groans as I thrust my cock in her.
She pushes back on my cock, apparently missing the sensation of having me in her tight cunt. Her pussy flexes around me as I take her but not too fast. I’m not ready to come yet.
She is.
I pull out and slide back into her, and she comes, whimpering and pleading.
Grabbing her hair, I force her head up. “Open your eyes,” I breathe. “I want you to see yourself. Watch yourself as I fuck you.” I withdraw then slide into her pussy again, slowly.
She lets out a loud moan. My eyes lock with hers in the mirror.
I take the lube out of the box. “Watch,” I order, eyes on the mirror as I slather the lube on my cock.
Her eyelids droop, and she pants in pleasure as I spread her cheeks, showing me her tight pink opening.
“You ready for a man to take your ass?”
“I think so,” she pants.
“You scared?”
She shakes her head.
“Yeah, you are. Tell me how scared you are.”
She’s not, really. It’s obvious in the mirror. But she goes along with it. “I’m scared to take your huge cock up my ass. I’m scared it will hurt.”
“You’re going to like it, though.” I slide two fingers into her tight opening. “You feel me in you? You want me to be the first man who comes in your ass?”
She bites her lip as I grip her hips.
“Watch,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen as the tip of my cock pokes against her.
I push into her tight ass slowly, just the head, biting back a groan as her tight hole grips my cock.
In the mirror, her mouth is open, her hair tangled in her face .
“How’s that feel? You like my thick cock in your ass?”
“Yeah.” She can barely speak.
Her mouth makes an O of surprise as I slide in a few more inches. She ripples around my cock, so taut around me.
“Shit, Mandy.” I ease in the rest of the way. “Eyes open. Tell me how good that feels.”
“So much better than in my pussy.”
“Fuck,” I bite out.
Her back arches against me as I bury myself the rest of the way inside, my balls pressed against her curvy cheeks.
“You like that?” I ease out of her, letting her feel every hard inch along the way.
“Fuck me hard. I know you want to fuck me harder,” she begs. “I want to feel your cum—fill me with your hot cum.”
I push inside more quickly, her cry reflecting in the mirror, then withdraw, making her groan.
“I’m going to ruin your ass for any other man.” Then I’m fucking her, losing myself in her.
The way she arches her back, her ass rising to meet my thrusts—she likes it, she wants it, she needs it. I take her again and again, her cries echoing in time to my rhythm, her tits bouncing on the bed as I fuck her into the mattress.
“I want to make you come,” she pleads. “I’m gonna—”
She comes with a loud cry, and the pleasure on her face in the mirror is enough to send me over the edge. The almost reverent face she makes as my cum fills her ass gives me the hardest orgasm I think I’ve ever had.
As soon as I pull out of her, my cum dripping out of her ass down her legs, I could immediately go again.
I grab her jaw, cover her mouth with sloppy kisses. “You’re the best goddamn fuck on the West Coast. ”
“Yeah?” She looks up at me like she’s grateful—grateful that she has my cum in her.
I’m definitely hard again.
Too bad the fucking timer is beeping.
She gasps. “The food…”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Pepper is keeping careful watch over the casseroles when I walk in, grabbing oven mitts and taking out the huge pans—enough casserole to feed an army or all my brothers—and setting them on the counter to cool.
On my way back, I grab a bottle out of the wine cellar.
Mandy strains at the bonds when I walk back in, bottle in one hand. “Untie me.”
“I’m not sure if I’m going to fuck you again or not,” I reply, going into the bathroom and turning on the hot water in the tub that I never use.
She wrinkles her nose as I uncork the bottle. “I don’t know if I can.”
“You were all into prisoner-play five minutes ago. That means we’re done when I say we’re done.”
I pour the thick red wine into a glass and hold the glass up to her mouth. Some of it spills down the side of her mouth when she drinks. I lick it off.
“You don’t want me to fuck you again?” I murmur against her lips.
I set the glass down and grab the small vibrator.
Her eyes blink up at me. She licks the last drops of wine from her mouth. Her hips surge forward when I press the vibrator to her clit. “Y-Yeah, I think—”
She’s still slick when I spread her legs, still needy and craving me as I slam into her cum-slick ass, fucking her ass like I wanted to last night, hard and fast. She sprawls on the bed as I take her, her head pressed into the mattress, letting me ride her as she moans.
“Your cock feels so good.” She strains against the bonds.
“You’re such a good fuck, Mandy. You’re such a good little slut for my cock up your ass.” I sink my teeth into the crook of her neck, marking her. “You’re mine, Mandy. You belong to me. Your pussy, your ass, everything—all of you is mine.”
Her whole body jerks as I fuck her. “I’m yours, Salinger. I’m yours.”
I tip her head back, kissing her messily. One last thrust, then I’m spilling into her as she comes, filling her.
“I’ve never,” I begin, my breathing ragged, “fucked anyone like I just fucked you.”
She turns her head and makes a face at me. “I bet you say that to every girl you bring in here.” She pushes herself up a little on the mattress with her still-bound hands.
I carefully undo the bonds, rubbing her wrists.
She’s looking at me with more apprehension than she had when I tied her up.
“Mandy, I need you to know…” My words are awkward, halting. “I’ve never felt for anyone else what I feel for you.”
“Stop fucking with me, Salinger. I’m not some naive girl who’s just over the moon to be in your presence. I’m an adult. We had sex. I don’t need you to pretend to be nice to me after.”
I kiss her, needing her to know what I can’t convey. Picking her up off the bed, I carry her into the bathroom, where the water is running.
She slides into the steaming bath, dunking her head under the warm water. “I don’t suppose you have any bath bombs in that magic sex box?” She rakes her hands through her hair. Her tits float enticingly on the water.
I retrieve the box. “I’d dump the whole thing in the tub for dramatic effect, but it might electrocute you. Then who would microwave my lunch?” I joke as she paws through the box.
“Ooh, look—it’s a penis!” She holds up the molded white-and-pink-striped bath bomb then drops it. The water fizzes pink as the penis shrivels up and dissolves, fizzing wildly.
I stare. “That’s not disturbing.”
“I’m a witch, mwa-ha-ha!” She laughs, kicking her feet in the pink water, flicking some of it on me.
I’m in love with her. The realization is a punch in the chest.
I need to get out before I propose marriage.
In the catering kitchen, Pepper is splayed out next to the table holding the cooling casseroles.
Am I supposed to let them sit or anything? Maybe, but I don’t care. I retrieve a bowl from one of the cabinets plus a large spoon.
Pepper howls a lament when I don’t fix her a plate.
“I don’t know if Mandy wants me to give you any of this. It might be too rich. Do you want some cucumber?” I slice up a cucumber I find in the fridge and toss a few pieces at the dog.
The corgi reacts like I’ve thrown her a dead rodent.
I shrug. “That’s all you’re getting.”
Mandy is lounging in the tub when I come in with a steaming plate of casserole. She toasts me with her glass of wine. “There’s the best cock in Seattle!”
I kiss her again, because I can, because I love her .
“Is the casserole burnt?” She’s suspicious when she sees the bowl in my hand.
I show her the photo on my phone of the pans all laid out neatly on the counter to cool, then I flip to the one of her tied up on my bed. “My two favorite things to eat.”
I feed her a bite of the casserole.
“Yum,” she says. “But it needs to sit for a little bit.”
“I told you, I’m starving.” I pour more wine into the glass resting next to the tub.
“I’m upgrading you to five stars.” The water laps against her skin.
“Finally. A man really has to put on a whole production to impress you.”
“Any establishment that comes with a free gigolo is five stars.” She trails her hands through the pink water.
“Hey, you didn’t have to pay me at all.” I reach down and cup her slippery breast, lean in to kiss her, slowly, the way I want to make love to her the rest of the night. Except… “More wine before I go?”
“Go where?” She looks up at me.
“I need to fix this port contract. I met with Isaacs earlier today.” I can’t keep the disgust out of my voice. “He thinks Linda’s not going to give me the contract.”
Mandy laughs then pokes me in the thigh when she sees the annoyance on my face. “Aww, you’re so worried.”
My scowl deepens.
“Lucky for you…” Her pink-wet hand slips up my leg to tug at my cock. “I already have it under control. I have a meeting scheduled with Linda tomorrow, and she was happy to hear from me. So actually, I’m going to be the one leaving you to lounge in the tub so I can prep for my big meeting.”
“Mandy, you—I can’t…” I shower her with kisses. “Fuck, I lo—I’m going to give you a huge bonus if you fix this for me.”
“Bigger than the one you currently offer?”
“Such a huge one you won’t be able to sit for a week.”