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And then he'd cum unassisted, his hole contracting tight around my cock.

I thrust hard into my hand and blew my load, coating my fingers until the water of the shower washed it away. There was still enough to taste, and I savoured it. Noah had done that to me.

I did a decent job of washing myself. I'd shower again in the morning. Maybe revisit the scenario starring Noah I had created in my mind. It would be a couple of days until I saw him again. I didn't go out to eat on weekends. I liked to cook for myself for those two nights. It's one of the things my mom had instilled in me, a love of good homemade food.

Staying home also allowed me to catch up on some trial preparations. I loved my job. Being a prosecuting criminal lawyer brought me incredible satisfaction. I took it home nightly with me because it was a necessity but also because I enjoyed sitting in bed with my case files spread all over the bedding, my laptop on my lap, glasses on, tea on the bedside table, pouring over details of a case. It had always been my dream and now I was living it.

The only thing that could make it better would be if I had someone to share my life with.

Chapter Three | Noah

Morning seemed to come sooner than it should. Going out for pie with Brody last night had me out until past two. The alarm on my phone had gone off at the usual 7 am. I nearly snoozed it, rolled over, and went back to sleep. But it was Saturday, and I had a full day ahead of me.

I groaned as I pulled myself out of bed and headed to the shower. Normally, I would have had a shower last night, but being awake for nineteen hours had done me in. The hot water felt good, but it made it too easy for me to close my eyes on the verge of slumber.

I thought back to last night and that perked me up. Brody really was beautiful. I liked that he was soft-spoken like he was almost unsure of himself. His questions came across as measured. Friendly but deliberate as if he'd memorized a script. The entire conversation had been one-sided. I picked up quickly that he didn't want to answer any questions about himself, so I backed off.

Maybe his life in general was the source of his sadness. Or maybe the softness in his eyes was just him. Steadfast and intelligent. I had found the way he looked at me to be calming.

I tried to hang on to that sense of calm as I shoveled spoonfuls of Fruity O's cereal into my mouth. I would put on the coffee pot when I arrived at work. I looked out the window. November was typically cold and raining in Victoria and today was no exception. I called up a taxi app on my phone and booked a cab. I was close enough to work to walk but not in this weather.

My cab driver was someone I'd never ridden with before, so our conversation was restricted to small talk. I knew quite a few of the cabbies quite well having ridden with them often. Some of them made appearances in my pub for a pint after they finished their shifts. It was one of the things I loved about Victoria. It was just the right size. Big city feel but not big enough that you didn't run into the same people frequently. Plus, we prided ourselves on being friendly.

I unlocked the front door of the pub. We didn't open until 11 am. I would have a couple of hours to myself before staff started to arrive. I'd only be sticking around until two in the afternoon. Saturday was my allotted time to volunteer at the LGBTQ Rainbow Youth Centre. I'd nip in for a couple of hours, hang out with the kids, and be back at the pub in time for the dinner rush.

After flicking on the coffee pot to brew, I went straight to the office. The desk had been tidied. Maddy must have organized everything after she completed the closing paperwork. I flicked on the computer and checked my email. The accountant had sent over the latest income and expense sheets. I was afraid to look and rightly so. I dragged my hand through my hair. We were barely breaking even. I needed to fix things. I knew there were areas of operation and presentation to work on but maybe I wasn't being thorough enough. I went through a list in my mind.

First was marketing. Obviously, something wasn't working. It needed to be revamped and streamlined so it ran like clockwork. New graphics were needed for the website. I'd need to check our listings on the search engines. I needed to contact our social media person and light a fire under their ass. We needed to be posting at least three times a day on all platforms.

I pulled out Maddy's closing report. Once again … a lull at 11 pm. What the hell was causing that? Perhaps the entertainment needed to be stepped up. The Friday night band had enjoyed a residency for the past fifteen years. Maybe it was time they were retired.

I needed to contact the booking agent to see if we could get some bigger name cover bands with an existing following to play on weekends. There shouldn't be a lull happening.

I called up the program for scheduling the employees. There had been quite a few new hires over the summer but now most of them were back at university. Thankfully. Now that cruise ship season was over, our established employees needed as many hours as I could manage.

Maybe the staff needed a refresh. A retraining of the front-of-house servers, bartenders, and managers that included tests relating to the drinks and food menu. If an employee didn't score well, their hours would be cut back. It was brutal, but I felt like it needed to be done.

I knew I had a problem with wanting perfection but figured it motivated me. I was always chasing that elusive success that would make my parents proud of me.

I spent the next couple of hours working on the schedules for the front-of-house staff and the managers for the next two weeks. I left the kitchen scheduling to the kitchen manager.

One of the day managers, Brian, a bartender, and two servers were busy setting up when I emerged from the office. We'd be opening in a few minutes. I'd help where I was needed until I had to leave for the centre. I reminded myself to ensure I stopped to have lunch before I left.

I ended up behind the bar. The lunch crowd was steady. It was quiet mixing drinks during the day compared to when Liam was there. I looked at my phone. It was 1:00. Liam would be awake by now. He tended to sleep in, not going to bed as soon as he was home from work.

More likely than not, he ended up hooking up with someone.

Then who knows how late he'd been awake.

I ordered some lunch, went back to the office, and called him. His deep scratchy voice answered the phone. He sounded like he'd had more than food in his throat last night.

"Did the axe murderer get you last night?" Liam started.

"Turns out … not an axe murderer."

"Then what did he want?"

"Sex."

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