Page 86 of Stay

Two years later…

Haley: I want you.

I stare at the text and lick my lips. I lost a game of PIG over the weekend, and now my wife gets three free-use days out of me.

I said what I said.

Cole: On my way.

I pass the ugly pink Christmas tree that now has a few more hideous ornaments on it, and head out of our house that I designed myself. These past two years have been a whirlwind. Moving, marriage, the Marine Life projects.

What’s next?

I can’t wait to find out.

Making it to Haley’s office in record time, I sprint to her floor. It’s two in the afternoon, so I’m sure they’re busy preparing table seating charts and shit.

My girl’s business is booming. She’s amazing. Everyone loves her.

And I’m the lucky sonofabitch who gets to kiss her good morning and fuck her to sleep every night.

Her office is kitted out with all kinds of luxury. You don’t come to her for a pizza party, you come to her for a million-dollar wedding. Although, she would totally throw a banging pizza party if you asked. She caters accordingly. No event too small, no wish list too big. But most of her clients have extremely deep pockets.

Her dream office looks exactly like the drawing she gave me two years ago. The pride I feel every time I come here never gets old. It’s usually bustling with staff working on centerpieces and designs or meeting with clients. This afternoon is super quiet.

“Where is everyone?” I ask, entering Haley’s big office. Her beautiful orchid has thirteen buds on it, all ready to burst into blooms.

“I gave them the rest of the day off.” Haley swerves around in her chair. Naked. She props her feet on the desk and spreads her legs. “Get over here and lick my pussy.”

“Yes. Ma’am.”

Did I mention how much I love my life?

Usually, I’m the one who gets free-use of Haley, but having the tables turned for once is really fun. I didn’t think I’d enjoy being her fucktoy as much as I do.

Oh, who am I kidding. Yes, I did.

I crawl under her desk and roll her chair back until it hits the big windowsill behind her. “Put your feet on my shoulders.”

She bites her lip and does what I say.

Her pussy is drenched already. “What have you been thinking about, bad girl?” I shove a finger into her and pump it.

“You. Always you.” She reaches behind her and grabs something. When I look up, she’s wearing a mask.

My mask. The one I wear that only has a window for your eyes.

Oh. Fuck.

This is new. I think I like it.

She snaps her fingers and points at her pussy.

I definitely like it.

I suck her clit and fingerbang her until she’s clutching the armrests of her chair, screaming my name. She tears the mask off and pants.

“Thank me,” she orders.

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