Page 104 of Pretty Little Thing

Twenty-Five

Clive

I shovethe towel cart around the corner, pausing by the hamper outside the locker rooms to gather the last dirty ones on this floor. Then, it’s an hour of quiet downstairs while I wash and dry and fold. Of all my jobs, I can honestly say this one is the most relaxing — not that it will matter much today after what happened last night.

Last night was… well, to put it bluntly, fucking amazing. It didn’t quite sink in for me until I left her condo this morning. It’s been so long since I met a woman who meshed so well with me.

Actually, I take that back.

I’ve never met a woman who meshed so well with me.

I head downstairs to the laundry room, replaying the moments over and over again. Latching that collar around her neck. The warmth of her mouth when she sucked my dick. That beautiful ruin on her face every time the nipple clamps did their job and that absolutely perfect way she said she wanted to submit.

I’d do it all again. I will do it all again.

“Hey, Clive!”

I look up from the washing machine to find Alex standing behind me.

“Hi,” I say, turning up my hands.

“Why didn’t you answer me?” I ask. “I called out to you three times.”

I focus on the machine. “I’m just busy,” I say.

“Yeah, I bet.” He smirks. “Busy got a name and her name is Payne. Am I right?”

I gawk at him. “No.”

He slaps my shoulder and hops up to sit on the next machine down. “Seriously, though. You find that drive yet?”

“No,” I answer.

“You got into her place, right?” He furrows his brow. “Tell me you got into her place by now. Otherwise, the world of good pussy is doomed for all of us.”

“Yes, I got in.”

He leans in with excitement. “So, where is it?”

“I’m not sure,” I say, dumping the rest of the towels into the washer. “I didn’t find it out in the open and she woke up before I could really dig into her office but there is a small safe built into her bedside table. I think it might be in there.”

Alex grins. “Now, that’s progress.”

I nod. “I need more time.”

He cringes. “I’ll keep stalling, but…”

“Then, keep stalling.”

“But this buyer wants his product.”

I glare at him and he holds up his hands.

“All right. Stall mode activated.” He pats my shoulder again. “But tell me. How did it go otherwise?”

My heart skips as I imagine her mewling on top of me in the dark.

“It went fine,” I say.

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