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Part of me considers jumping in a cab to Alchemy, but I can’t be arsed to put on a smart outfit. Besides, I don’t really want to fuck anyone else in this moment. This is an itch only Ms Russell can scratch.

My phone’s propped up on my bathroom shelf as I liberally apply lube to my palm and begin to stroke myself with long, indulgent strokes. Fuck, yeah. This is what I needed.

On my screen, a fast-moving edit plays to Ariana Grande’sDangerous Woman: Aida striding across various newsroom sets in sky-high heels, Aida rolling her eyes, Aida giving death stares, Aida licking her scarlet-painted lips. Over, and over, and over. A million different times.

Lick.

Lick.

Lick.

Fuck, that mouth of hers should be illegal.

Jesus, the feel of it around my cock was un-fucking-real.

Look at those legs. I want them wrapped around me. Why have we not fucked yet?

The edit plays over and over.

My strokes get faster. Harder. More desperate.

And then I’m coming, my grunts harsh and the pumps of my fist punishing, shooting my load all over the marble basin.

ME: I watched you annihilate Dowling and you were so sexy I just wanked into my washbasin.

It’s called aftercare. You know, checking in after a big moment for her this week. Letting her know I’m thinking of her.

She responds an hour later.

AIDA: How charming.

I groan as I flop down on my bed.

Dowling’s not the only guy she’s capable of roasting.

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CAL

I’m serenading the beautiful woman in front of me, and I think she’s into it.

Sure, we’re standing by the fireplace in Alchemy’s main reception room, waiting for the others to get their shit together so we can all sit down.

It also may be eleven o’clock in the morning, but she’s into it.

I can tell.

I have my head bent so my mouth is right by her ear and only she is privy to my sweet, sweet words.

I’m gonna fuck you,I croon to the tune ofYou are my Sunshine.

I’m gonna fuck you,

I’m gonna fuck you till you’re sore.

And when I fuck you,

Oh, when I fuck you,

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