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After catching my breath, I fall to my knees, careful of the slippery surface, finding myself level with his hardened cock.
“Fuck, Marilyn,” he growls.
“Your turn to try to stay quiet.”
“Shit,” he mutters as I stick out my tongue and lap the crown.
My thumb and fingers don’t touch as I grasp his girth, feeling the soft surface covering the rock-hard rod.
Ricky widens his stance while reaching for the tile wall.
Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I take only the tip, closing my lips and swirling my tongue over the mushroom crown. Backing down, I slide back up, each time taking more and more, until he’s teasing the back of my throat. I hold the root, giving him pleasure with both my hands and my mouth. It’s as I roll his balls between my fingers that Ricky curses, his legs grow rigid, and his cock tightens. Stream after stream of warm come covers my tongue as I quickly swallow.
The small shower echoes with a “pop” as I pull my lips away. Still on my knees, I look up, taking in the statue of the man before me. Mythological gods pale in comparison to the male specimen under my spell.
Ricky swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he offers me his hand. “That was…perfect.”
My knees twinge from the hard tub and my jaw throbs from being open, but as I look into his gaze, every ache is worth it. I’d do it again and again to see that level of admiration. With his hand behind my neck, he takes my mouth, bruising my lips as he claims what I’ve wanted him to claim for as long as I can remember.
By the time we wash each other, I’m unsure of how long we’ve been in the shower. Devan is right; the water stayed warm.
With a towel wrapped around my breasts and another wrapped around Ricky’s waist, we stand side by side at the vanity. I’m combing out my long hair as he’s trimming his facial hair.
His gaze meets mine in the mirror. “We should have driven together.”
“Now,” I say with a chuckle. “I hadn’t planned on telling anyone.”
“Because you don’t trust me.”
He doesn’t say it as a question.
“I’ve decided to live in the here and now. Whether we have a week together or a lifetime, it’s more than I ever dared to hope for.”
Ricky turns and cups my cheek. “I’m not making promises I won’t keep, but I know I want more than a week.”
“Living in the here and now.”
We both jump at the knock on the door and break out in laughter.
“Yes?” I call.
“Just making sure you’re both alive.”
I open the door at the sound of Devan’s voice and peer at her through an open crack. “Alive and well.”
Chapter 22
Ricky
It’s been almost two weeks since the partner dinner. I’ve had two meetings with Mr. Stevens, one on the phone and one in person. Today, I have my first solo in-person meeting with Mr. Parker.
While I don’t have any news on the hiring front with Parker and Stevens, on a personal note, the last two weeks have been better than any two weeks in my memory. Marilyn and I are officially dating. I brought her to my apartment, and after she met Max, we agreed to spend our time at her place. I’ve only spent weekend nights, but I made sure to keep my end of the deal and cook her breakfast.
Today is Thursday, and since we didn’t see each other last night and I’m early for my meeting with Mr. Parker, I make a detour.
Instead of heading to Mr. Parker’s office, I find my way to the third floor, to the reception desk where I dropped off the letter to Marilyn two weeks ago.
“Is Ms. James in?” I ask the receptionist.
