Page 39 of The Suit

I was still seething over that, even if I wasn’t entirely convinced she’d been telling the truth. I’d seen her face, I’d felt the power of her orgasm as she shuddered against me, her entire body buckling underneath her as her cries were muffled by my shoulder. Sex like that didn’t allow you to think about anything else. Sex like that stripped your brain of coherent thought, of words, until you could only give in to what your body needs in that moment, and let go.

No, she hadn’t been thinking about fucking work.

Penn’s lips rolled like he was trying to hold back laughter but knew better.

“I was still inside her.”

That did it, his head flew back again.

“I hadn’t even put my dick away before I was out the door.”

“Have you seen her since?”

I gave them a sly grin. “Yeah. I went over to her office yesterday.”

Murray finally gave in to his laughter. “Oh, mate, you are glutton for punishment. Why would you do that?”

“Two reasons actually.” I held one finger up, “First, I ripped her shirt on Friday, so I bought her a new one.” I grinned, adding another. “And the second, we’re going to have sex again.”

Both their necks craned forward as their mouths dropped open like they were auditioning for some kind of weird, synchronized dance.

Murray snapped out of it first, “Shiiiiit. I know that look. You like her.”

My hands flew up in protest. “No. I will make this very clear. No, I fucking don’t. Nothing has changed. She’s still the worst human being on the planet…” At least in the top ten, or maybe twenty. “However, I do know what incredible sex is like, and that, my friend, is not something I’m going to pass up while I have the chance. Plus, she intrigues me.”

“What does that mean?”

I shrugged again, “I dunno, I’ve been thinking about it this weekend. I think there’s more to her than just layers and layers of hatred and spite.”

It was true. No one who fucked like that could live off hatred alone. There was way too much emotion in her eyes.

“You had sex yesterday too?”

I shook my head. “No, I just went to test the waters and see what her reaction would be if I suggested it.”

When I’d gone over yesterday, I had no idea of the reception I’d receive. I’d expected a level of indifference, but from the way her breath caught the second I slipped into her office, I could see she wanted it as much as I did. Even more, how desperate she was not to admit it that my dick had been so hard when I left it was difficult to walk. I would have fucked her in the office again, but then decided it would be more fun to make her come to me.

Which she would be doing. It was only a matter of time.

“And?”

“She tried to slap me.”

Now it was Murray’s turn to choke on his beer until tears were streaming down his face with laughter, infecting us all with how ridiculous and amusing it was; until all three of us were laughing with tears pouring down our cheeks.

“Okay, buddy… tell us what you want your gravestone to read, just so we’re prepared,” he managed to wheeze out, which set us all off again until the waitress came over with a fresh tray of beers and cleared the table of empty plates.

Penn reached for his just as another thought dawned on him. “Oh shit! Weren’t you seeing Dover on Friday?”

I nodded. “I rain checked.”

“First time for everything!”

“Yep, there sure is. Didn’t think she’d appreciate me with fresh nail marks down my back. Plus, I was exhausted.”

“Oh, man,” he dropped his head with a shake and an expression that I swear was a combination of awe and pity, as well as a little uncertainty. It was valid; even though Penn had made his bet with Murray, I’m not sure he ever expected to win it, and definitely not quite so soon.

“You both set for this weekend? What day are you coming down?”

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