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Or when we have to navigate the kitchen or the hallway and brush past each other, there's a little more incidental contact than I remember there being.
Or when I catch him looking at me, I see questions in his eyes that weren't there before.
Questions I don't have answers to.
His reaction to Howie outing me was surprisingly good. Not that I was expecting him to freak out or anything, but I guess I assumed he'd play it off as a joke.
But it's almost as if he likes the idea of me checking him out.
And him lifting his arms and posing for me? Jerked off three times over that one single moment alone.
That was a little strange, but hey, if you can't jerk off over your husband, who can you jerk off to?
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Buzz
I spit on my palm and slide it along the length of my achingly hard cock. A hiss escapes out the corners of my mouth at the instant relief.
Icouldrub one out at home, but Court's always there when I am. It's bad enough he's the subject of my fantasies. Orgasming with nothing but a wall separating us is too much.
"You jerkin' off in there, bud?" Ramzi barks, thumping the stall a few times.
Shit. I didn't hear him come in.
"No."
"Bullshit. You're talking to a master bator here, word play intended. I once jerked off nine times in one day. That's still the fire academy record," he boasts.
"I'm not jerking off," I reply, pulling my pants up and struggling to shove my hard cock back into my briefs.
"So, what? I just imagined thatschlik, schlik, schliknoise?"
"I think the bigger question is what are you doing sneaking into the men's bathroom? That a new kink of yours?"
He chuckles. "Who said anything about new?"
With my unsatisfied dick crammed back into my pants, I flush the toilet and fling open the stall door. "You're seriously messed up."
"That's rich coming from the dude sprung masturbating at work. Not that I disapprove or am judging you. I crank 'em out all the time in here. Just neverin frontof anyone."
I run my hands under the faucet, ignoring his smug, smiling face in the mirror. "Okay. So you caught me. Can we move on please?"
"On one condition."
"Why do I have a feeling I'm going to hate it?"
His smugness reaches new levels of smugliness. "Tell me why," he sings, recreating the melody from the Backstreet Boys' "I Want It That Way," which I immediately recognize since I may or may not have had Nick Carter posters fromTiger Beatmagazine plastered all over my walls. Along with Chad Michael Murray, Zac Efron, Taylor Lautner, and because I've always been proudly geek-positive, Dan Benson from the Disney channel’sWizards of Waverly Place.My poster collection was a source of immense teasing from Howie, but totally worth it.
I finish washing my hands and yank a few paper towels from the dispenser. "It's Court."
"That I figured. But what's happened that he's got you polishing the bishop at work?"
"I think we had a moment." I turn around and explain what happened at Howie's.
Ramzi nods along, like I'm telling him about a hike I went on over the weekend and not that my best friend and I almost kissed.
When I finish, he points at my groin. "You still hard?"
