Page 39 of Just The Sex

Scene 32

My dick is not happy with you right now

Quinn & Merritt

It’s 6:15pm and my phone rings again. I hurry to finish up so I can leave and talk to Merritt. I don’t dare answer it now; ‘cause he’ll distract me and make me blush a shade of red I really don’t want anyone here to see.

“Night, Quinn,” my boss says walking out.

“Night,” I tell him and pack up my bag. Merritt calls me again, and I finally answer it, walking out.

“It’s 6:16, my dick is not happy with you right now.” I giggle and tell him, “Hello to you too.”

“Don’t be all nice and proper, this isn’t about a friendly exchange of words; this is about sex, baby.”

The elevator dings as it arrives on my floor and he says to me in an aggravated tone, “Are you still at work?”

“Maybe.” I push the lobby button and begin my ride down. He goes quiet and then my phone buzzes with a text. I look at the screen and see he sent me a picture.

Opening it up as I walk out into the bitter, cold night, I gasp at the sight of his rock hard dick, being clenched in the palm of his hand.

“Merritt?” I scold him.

“What? We had a date, and you’re late. So you better walk home super fucking fast.”

“I am.”

“But be safe, beautiful.”

I smile loving how he’s always looking out for me. “I miss you,” I tell him.

“Me too. How was your day?”

“Busy, but it flew by and kept my mind off you.”

“I wish I could say the same. I couldn’t shake you from my thoughts and then those pictures.”

“Sorry, I got a little carried away.”

“No, don’t apologize. I love them. You’re so gorgeous, you know that?”

Walking into my building, I have the biggest grin on my face. He always says the right things. “Thank you for saying that.”

“It’s the truth.”

“God, I wish I was there to fuck you.”

“I wish that too.” Opening the door to my condo, I can’t help but feel like maybe he’s lying and he’s here. He did say that if I didn’t stop with the pictures he was gonna fly out here, so it might have spurred me to snap a ton of them and flood his phone all day with them.

But looking around, my place is dark and quiet. Closing the door, I press my back to it, tears suddenly pricking the backs of my eyes. “You home yet?”

“Yeah, I just walked in.”

“Good! Get naked and text me a pic.”

Letting my coat and bag fall to the floor, I step out of my shoes and don’t know why I’m suddenly so damn emotional.

“Jesus, I’m hard for you.” Keeping my emotions in check because I don’t want him to think I’m crazy, I strip naked. “Where are you?” he asks me.

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