Page 11 of Not So Casual

“You’re making this way more complicated than it needs to be.”

“How so?” I ask.

“We’re just hooking up. That’s it. It’s not a marriage proposal.”

“I know,” I grumble. Elias' soft laugh comes through the other end of the phone, the sound soothing me, and my body instantly relaxes into the couch.

“We’re adults, if one of us wants to stop, then we stop.”

“That easy?” I ask in disbelief. It can’t really be that easy, can it?

“I’m not asking for more than that. And from what you said earlier, you aren’t either.”

“Fine.”

“Good. Now that that’s settled, I’m going to bed.” He yawns, causing me to smile. “I work for a demanding ass boss, so I need as much sleep as I can get.”

“I am not demanding,” I mumble.

“Goodnight, Alexander,” he says before the phone clicks off.

Tossing the phone to the side, I grip my shaft through my sweatpants, hissing from how good it feels. Just the sound of his voice turns me on. Pushing my sweats and briefs down, my cock springs free, hitting me in the stomach. I wrap my hand around it and slowly start stroking. Reaching into the basket on my coffee table, I grab the lube—it's there for easy access—and pour a small amount before stroking again.

Tilting my head back, I close my eyes, Elias’ soft brown ones filling my mind. Fuck, I can’t wait to get my hands on him again. To feel his throat constricting my cock, to finally know what it’ll feel like to be inside him. Stroking faster, the sound echoes throughout the room, mixing with my panting breaths, and it doesn’t take long before I’m coming all over my stomach.

Sinking into the couch, I let out a long sigh before moving and cleaning myself up. If I thought it was bad before, now I have no idea how I’m going to get any work done at the office. Will I be able to control myself now that I’ve had my hands on him?

Elias

The rest of the week has gone by at a snail’s pace. Since our phone call on Monday night, nothing has happened. Being the professionals we are, we’ve managed to keep our hands to ourselves and not talk about the elephant in the room.

It honestly feels the same as it has the past few years. Except now, I know what it’s like to have my hands on Alexander, and to have his hands on me, and it’s something I want again. Craving his touch isn’t something new, but knowing I could have it is what’s blowing my mind. I’m just waiting for him to make the next move. Hopefully, he didn’t change his mind.

Fuck.

What if he did change his mind?

Groaning, I bang my head on my desk a few times, only stopping when my phone rings.

“Hello,” I mumble into my phone.

“What’s crawled up your ass today?” Melanie’s voice hits my ear and I smile instantly, loving how she’ll easily get me out of this funk.

“Just a long day. What’s up? We heading out tonight or what?”

“Duh. I was thinking of just hitting up a restaurant, if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, for sure. Does six sound good?” I ask, knowing that I’ll want to make a quick change before heading over there.

“Yep. See you then.”

“Bye.”

I press the end call button and bang my head on my desk again for good measure. High heels clack on the floor, and my body tightens in annoyance. Isla Evers rounds the corner, looking amazing as usual. She’s gorgeous and tall, with beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. Of course, the top button on her blouse is undone, and she’s wearing tall fuck me heels that she only seems to wear on days when she has her appointment with Alexander.

“Is he free?” she asks while walking right past me and opening the door to his office.

“Yup.” I barely get the word out before she shuts the door behind her.

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