Page 22 of Spinning Out Of Control

I roll out of bed and pad across the wooden floors to my ensuite bathroom. Flipping on the water, I jump under the spray before it’s reached an optimal temperature and take myself in hand. The physical relief is immediate, even if my palm doesn’t hold a candle to Kira McKenna’s perfectly filthy little mouth. I snap my eyes shut as I begin to fuck my fist in earnest, bucking my hips and picturing the way she looked up at me with her stunning grey eyes. I pay extra attention to the piercing closest to the tip of my cock, trying to recreatethe way she flicked her tongue against the barbell with my finger.

When I remember the way she smiled up at me as I coated her lips with my cum, my orgasm hits hard and fast, nearly taking me to my knees.

“Fucking Christ,” I moan, slapping a hand against the tiled shower wall.

I catch my breath and clean up quickly before wrapping myself in a towel and going to my closet to get dressed for the day. The biting edge of arousal is gone for now, but I’ll still go into Spin Sync with Kira on my mind.

Keeping my distance from her has been difficult. Nearly every question I have for anyone is answered with “Ask Kira, she knows” or, “Kira is in charge of that. She can help you.”

It’s become increasingly clear to me that while Jonathan’s name may have been on the paperwork, Kira has been running the show at Spin Sync for a long time. The more I learn about the inner workings of the company, the more I understand why she’s pissed off.

After the verbal lashing she gave me in the street, I tried to reach out to Jonathan for more information about their working relationship. Not because I give a shit about his side of the story–if Kira says that he screwed her over, then I believe her–but because I get the sense that he is a slippery fuck, and if led to believe that he and I are part of some sort of boy’s club, he might be susceptible to telling on himself. Maybe he’dlet some information slip that I could use to curry favor with Kira and convince her I’m not the disgusting leach who sleeps with women whom he’s actively trying to screw out of a deal that she thinks I am.

Of course, even that is grasping at straws. I’ve got no proof that Jonathan did or took anything more from Kira than what she already told me, besides a feeling and a dizzying desire to protect her.

Unsurprisingly, I’ve been unable to reach Jonathan Graham. Seems as though he fucked off to some remote island before the ink was dry. So instead, I’ve just been staying out of Kira’s way, because she can’t be pissed off at me if she never has to see me, right?

Wrong, of course. I know she’s still pissed. I’ve heard the gossip spreading throughout the building like wildfire. That I’ve got erectile dysfunction, that the grey streaks in my hair are highlights I pay to have done to make myself more distinguished, that I was the lead designer of the Cyber Truck and that’s why it looks like a cardboard box that was smashed by an anvil. I know who’s responsible for the rumor mill.

I also know that every person who works at the lobby cafe refuses to serve me a cup of tea or any of the blueberry-lemon muffins, always telling me they’re sold out even when I can see them sitting in the case. I can’t prove it, but I know Kira is behind the breakfast deception as well.

If I keep to myself and allow her to do what makesher feel better, maybe she’ll eventually get tired and give up the act.

I carry that same energy into the day. I’ve set up an office upstairs, and when I kick the door open–lightly, and only because my hands are full of coffee and a whole wheat muffin from downstairs–James Adler is waiting for me on the other side.

Before Spin Sync, I’d only ever seen James in a suit. Well-tailored polyester and rayon when he was younger, and then once he’d made his billions, Italian silk. It still catches me off guard to find him in compression leggings under gym shorts and a backwards cap, sipping green juice from a glass bottle.

“Adler. To what do I owe the pleasure?” I ask as I move across the room and take my seat.

“I just thought I’d stop by and ask how things are going. See if you needed any advice, former CEO to current CEO,” he says, winking. I roll my eyes.

“You may have been CEO of a billion-dollar company, but don’t forget who gave you the financial leg up you needed. I’m doing just fine.”

James throws his hands up in mock surrender

“Fine then. I’ll tell you the real reason I’m here.”

“Please, enlighten me.”

“Kira.”

He says her name with a reverence that I envy. The kind of deep respect a person can only have for someone they know and love well. Someone they would do anything for.

“Miss McKenna?” I ask, choosing to call her by her last name as if there is another Kira he could be asking me about. James’s typically warm and playful expression is gone, replaced by a mask of vexation.

“We’ve known each other for a long time, Warren. That’s the only reason I’m here, giving you the benefit of the doubt.”

“James, I don’t–”

“You slept with her.” Not a question, a statement of fact. I don’t love the idea that Kira told people about the wedding. We never agreed to keep it a secret and I’m not ashamed of having been with her. I just sort of liked the idea that the memory belonged to her and I alone. I bite the inside of my cheek.

“Technically, we didn’t sleep together,” I grumble.

“Don’t bullshit me with semantics, Warren. Kira McKenna is an obnoxious pain in my ass, but she’s family. She means a great deal to me and an even greater deal to my wife. She’s hurt and feels betrayed, and that pisses me off. So, I’m here, waiting for you to tell me that you really didn’t know what you were doing. That you didn’t sleep with her and then turn around and buy the company she wanted out from under her. Tell me it’s just a fucked up coincidence.”

James looks at me with an icy resentment that I feel in my core. Part of me is a little scared. I know that if he wanted to, James could do some serious physical damage to me with all those muscles of his. The otherpart of me is grateful that Kira has people like James in her corner to protect her.

Even though I’m sure, if given the opportunity, she could do more harm to me herself.

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