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A prospective client?
I take the few steps to my apartment door when the elevator reaches the thirty-fifth floor and place my hand on the panel next to it, letting Serena read it. Rami installed security systems in all our homes. His level of overprotectiveness got worse once Phoenix entered the picture.
Serena’s voice welcomes me as I step inside. I drop the car keys on the small table in the entrance and remind myself to have mynew temp PA return it to Rague’s house later as I walk the short corridor that opens into a large living room.
I go straight to the sideboard, dropping the bag Michael gave me on the light brown sofa. I toss the empty to-go coffee cup and the crumpled paper bag in the small wastebasket, and I pour some whiskey into one of the up-side-down glasses. The liquid trails down my throat, leaving a familiar burning path that slightly assuages the uneasiness that hasn’t left me since I walked out of Lori’s room.
I feel sticky and sweaty as I make my way to the bathroom. The lights turn on as I move, a new apartment feature Remi brought with Serena.
The mirror reflects my tired face and rumpled blond hair. My shirt is open and wrinkled, my vest is missing buttons and has a dark wet spot where Lori drooled on me. My neck and chest are covered in marks.
None of my previous partners have ever left hickeys on me. As I keep looking at them, the restlessness lessens and the desire to pin Lori face down and fuck him unconscious increases. No drug involved this time.
Damn it. My cock plumps all the way up at the image forming inside my head. I need to take a shower and start that IV drip, hoping it will rid me of these impulses together with the remnants of the drug.
Good luck!Bez’s sarcasm doesn’t go unnoticed.
I quickly undress and slide inside the large shower stall. I let the multiple jets hit me as the water rolls down my body, washing away Lori’s scent from my skin. My hand wraps around my shaft, and it’s not Bez moving it this time. It’s like an untamedpart of me has found its way out. A part I’d pushed down many years ago.
My fingers squeeze the head and then glide down the whole length. My balls are full again and tingling already. I start to beat myself off, it hurts since I’ve come too many times already tonight, but I don’t stop.
I come in under a minute with a low groan leaving my lips and dirty thoughts of Lori Boone filling my head.
four
LORI
Iwake up slowly. My head feels messy, like a sack filled with parrots and squirrels. It takes quite a lot of effort to shake some of the fogginess away. It feels like one of those times when I’ve drunk way too much and I’m in need of a whole new identity.
My body is playing possum, not answering to the simple instructions my melted brain is trying to send. I ache everywhere. Even my damn toes are asking for mercy. It takes a second to force my caked eyes to open—I’m at Ollie’s.
I see the picture of me, Ollie, and Sully-doo skating at Maggie Daley Park that I left on the dresser to remind Rague that this is my room—not just a guest room. Even though it seems like Brad, Sully's bestie, has moved in here. His stuff is everywhere. Sport gear, clothes, and more junk scattered on every surface.
Pink, the house cat is studying me from the foot of the bed. His white fur shines under the artificial light, making the scar crossing his face even more visible than usual, but his missingear is hidden by the night shadows. I try to greet him, but my throat feels like sandpaper and I let out a cough instead.
My head falls on the soft pillow again, and I catch the shape of a small bottle of water on the side table. I move my boulder-heavy arm to grab it and frown at the sight of a gray suit sleeve covering my whole hand. An expensive suit. Gabe’s.
The cashmere blanket covering me can't stop the sudden chill spreading through my body. Flashes from the sex club come back to me, and my heart starts pounding inside my chest.
Everything else slows down, the air around me turns suffocating and slippery against my face. The unbearable pain is the first memory hitting me. The excruciating agony that clouded my mind, the blazing torment submerging my body. The chill sinks in too far, and shivers skitter down my arms and legs. My teeth start to chatter.
Then Gabe’s face appears, blurry at first. His handsome features turn more definite, his slate-gray eyes, light eyelashes, shiny hair, parted lips. I can feel his solid body like a wall of wondrous heat against mine, pulling me up, arms sliding around me. The chills disappear, replaced by smoldering flames licking my whole body. I hear his voice, filled with tension, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
I’m panting, trying to center myself. It doesn’t work; I’m bombarded by broken memories. I let out a pitiful moan, remembering some of the words I uttered as his fingers stretched me deliciously and achingly open, the craving in my abdomen almost unbearable. It was bliss—the scent of him, the strength of his arms as they held me against him, his voice low and tight as the heaviness in my gut built and built. His hands cupping my ass, kneading hard, parting my flesh, fingers slidingbetween my cheeks, holding me down. I squeeze my eyes even tighter.
The ridge of his thick, perfect erection pushed between the cheeks of my ass, teasing my hole, making me burn with helpless want and erasing any other thoughts from my mind. His hands rested on my waist, fingers digging in, the long, thick erection pressing against my greedy entrance. My center stuffed open, wet with cum, filled with heat, impaled by his cock. His dark gaze on me, setting me on fire.
Everything went upside down, my stomach flipped, and then suddenly, I was pushed onto a leather car seat. My knees spread; my hips went up. “Please give me more cock,” I said at some point. The memory of his low grunt sends hot shivers down my spine, straight to my balls.
Is that a memory or a drug-induced dream? My sore butt answers for me. Gabe fucked me. Gabe put his long dick inside me.
My own dick twitches at the images shuffling in my head.
“Sod a dog! I’m horny for Gabe,” I scream to the empty room. He fucked me, and I begged for it! Bleeding hell! I shoved myself against him, threw my entire body, clung to him, moaning like a whore. I craved him between my legs, inside me. And I could feel it. His cock, thick and hard against my thigh. In me.
He’s definitely not straight, but that doesn’t mean anything. Most of the time he ignores me, looking down at me like I’m some kind of nuisance, not worthy of any attention. But while giving me pleasure, his eyes were full of fire and embers.
What the fuck have I done? The memories are a jumbled mess inside my head, but I can clearly remember how I’d gone farbeyond the point of having any pride or self-respect. It doesn’t matter that I was under the influence of a very, very powerful drug. Whatever the reason, I still acted like a horny, rabid chipmunk.
