Page 19 of Seeking Two Lovers

Do you have any hard limits? I asked what wasn’t shared on our initial profiles.

@S2L: No scat play, no golden showers. No bondage, I don’t like pain with my pleasure, and I’m not a big fan of the crossing of swords if you know what I mean.

I imagined my cock coming into contact with Blaine’s and swelled fully, my length pressed hard against my pants. A ridge not easily hid throbbed along my thigh.

Thank fuck for private offices where no one but Meryl entered without an invite.

I squeezed my dick, rubbing my thumb over the swollen head, contemplating my weekend and how long I would have to wait to meet up with her.

Friday, I was hosting an office gathering at my house—surprise birthday party for Meryl—so that shot down that night. I didn’t want to wait for Saturday.

Tonight? Yachtsman’s Club? I suggested a bar I often went hunting in. Oceanfront and a few blocks from my home, the hotel’s restaurant offered a sexy, dim interior and rooms easily rented for the night if a woman preferred to stay on neutral turf.

@S2L: Gotta work. Wednesday night too. Are you up for Thursday?

“Am I.” I chuckled. I’m up now, but I can wait for Thursday.

@S2L: Tell me more. She sent along one of those smirking, side-eyed emojis along with a purple devil.

Demanding little minx—playful too. Tell you or show you?

@S2L: Those sweats revealed all I need to know…if that pic is really you.

It is, I assured her. But what I’m packing right now is even more impressive.

@S2L: If that’s the truth, you’ve definitely got yourself a date, Scott.

A hot-faced emoji accompanied her message.

I hoped she didn’t mind being bossed around because I couldn’t function any other way. Wear red. It’s a good color on you.

@S2L: Does the fulfillment of my fantasies hinge on my ability to obey demands like that?

If the woman looked as good in person as she did in her picture, I’d be on board with giving her whatever the fuck she wanted regardless of her lack of interest in being told what to do. Hell, I could easily be persuaded to be on the submissive end if it meant getting her on my cock.

Would you please wear red? I found myself grinning again while hitting send. Since when did I beg?

@S2L: Thanks for the compliment, and I will—if you’ll wear those sweats.

Another laugh rumbled through me. Yachtsman’s isn’t a sweats and hoodie kind of bar. Maybe afterward?

@S2L: Sigh. Does your roommate look as good as you do in those delicious things?

Better. I typed out my response and bit down on my lower lip at the memory of Blaine wearing sweats the night before when I’d gotten home from work. Slung low on his hips, the sharply defined V disappearing beneath the waistband—and no fucking shirt.

My dick jerked beneath my hold.

No man wore gray sweats like Blaine Mitchell.

@S2L: Damn, I’m in trouble if that’s really true.

I blew out a breath, wishing I could type the “You and me both” that would out my obsession with my best friend and let bikini girl know I wasn’t as averse to the crossing of swords as she was. Bikini girl…

What’s your real name, beautiful? I couldn’t help but ask. Rarely did hookups on Missing Link offer that sort of truth, my name included, but I found myself more interested in the young woman than usual. Perhaps it was her blunt honesty and the lack of drama I tended to find too much of. Sure, the girl sounded needy—but in the best way possible.

@S2L: Lily.

I rolled her answer around in my head before saying it out loud in my suddenly stifling office. Imagining Blaine whimpering her name while sinking deep inside her pussy caused pre-cum to ooze from my slit.

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