He’s making sure I really understand he has nothing to give me but what’s between his legs.
Leaning forward, I press my lips against his for a soft, reassuring kiss. When I pull back, I look him right in the eye and tell him what he needs to hear. “Yes, I know.”
CHAPTER 13
Dane
The limo pulls up to the front of Andrew’s condo. We’d just flown in from San Francisco on the early flight, and he’s still looking green around the gills. While Avril and I were burning excess alcohol off in her room, Andrew apparently hit the mini bar to keep his drunk going.
Andrew groans as he pushes forward in the seat opposite me. Avril’s sitting beside him with a smirk on her face. It’s completely fascinating to me how easily Avril and I can turn off the sexual attraction when we are around others. Well, “turn off” might not be the right words. Maybe “mute” would be more accurate, but still… when we all met down in the lobby this morning for the car service to take us to the airport, it was business as usual between the three of us. She and I kept up a running chatter while Andrew listened in with half an ear and winced periodically from his hangover headache.
“Drink lots of water and take some aspirin,” Avril says as she pats him on the shoulder before he slides along the seat to exit.
He turns back to her and rolls his eyes. “I’m just a little hungover. I’m going to be working today.”
“Just from the comfort of your bed wearing your jammies, right?” I can’t help but tease.
“Fuck off,” he mutters and slides out the open door being held by the driver. After he steps out onto the sidewalk, the driver goes to the trunk to pull out his carry-on and Andrew ducks back down to look into the car at us with a somber expression. “Next time all three of us go back to Berkley together, we are never—and I repeat never—going out drinking like that.”
Avril laughs and pointedly reminds him, “You wouldn’t feel this bad if you had laid off the wet bar in your room.”
“But those bottles were so little,” Andrew explains with a lopsided grin. “They looked harmless because they were so tiny.”
All three of us laugh, and Andrew gives us a wave before shutting the door. Avril settles back into her seat, crossing one leg over the other. She and I are headed into the office, and we dressed this morning accordingly. Avril has always worn business attire to work, same as me. It’s funny, because I know she’s personally more comfortable in jeans like Andrew, but I think, as a woman, she doesn’t ever want there to be any room for employees or other executives to think her less capable because of a casual dress code.
Not that I would feel that way. Avril could wear a paper bag as a dress and still rock a boardroom meeting with her star power.
Her head is bent over her phone and her thumbs fly across the screen as she’s no doubt answering probably two dozen emails she’s received since we landed. We’re all attached to our phones, but Avril is all business on hers, while Andrew and I will sometimes fall prey to surfing for pleasure.
“Our one o’clock just got cancelled,” Avril says without looking up at me, her voice brisk and efficient. Such a difference from her throaty cries last night.
My dick twitches over the memories. By the time I left her room last night, there wasn’t an inch of her skin I hadn’t licked or bitten, and I keep waiting for a flood of guilt or regret to hit me.
But it never comes and it’s either because I’m soulless and without conscience, or there really isn’t anything wrong with what we’re doing. I mean, what’s private is private, and our professional life seems to be carrying on without any problems so far.
“Dr. Lane just emailed us a new research proposal,” she advises me as she looks up. “I’m sure Andrew will read it and give us his thoughts.”
“Sounds good,” I say as I pull out my phone from my inside jacket pocket. I unlock the screen and pull up my calendar, checking to see what I have on the agenda for tonight.
Dinner, pick Sharon up at 8PM
Shit. I totally forgot about that.
While I frequently visit The Wicked Horse, I still do occasionally date, especially when it’s an airline stewardess who can do amazing things with her tongue.
I glance up at Avril, who still has her attention on her phone.
We haven’t discussed exclusivity and given the fact that we are both members at a sex club, I’m not sure what’s expected in this situation. She’s not like any other fuck I’ve had in the club because… well, she’s Avril.
I open my mouth to bring it up, because it’s a discussion we need to have, but then it hits me.
I don’t want Sharon tonight. I’d rather be balls deep inside Avril tonight… or any night for that matter.
Without an ounce of hesitation, I shoot a quick text to Sharon. Sorry. Something came up. Will have to cancel tonight.
I don’t ask for a raincheck, which is what I would have normally done, because I don’t foresee wanting to cash it in any time soon either.
Amazing.
Lifting my head, I look at Avril again. She’s got her shoulder-length hair pulled back in a low ponytail, her trademark thick bangs hiding her eyes as she works her phone. Taupe pencil skirt that comes to her knees and a lavender blouse. Her matching suit jacket is on the seat beside her.
Chief operations officer of Caterva, my best friend and a consummate professional businesswoman.
She’s also sexy as hell, and I want to fuck her.
As if she can feel me staring at her, Avril’s head lifts slowly and she tilts her head, “What?”
“Come sit on my lap,” I say with a grin.
She jolts and twists her neck to look at the driver behind her as the glass separating us is down. Her head snaps back my way. “Excuse me?”
I start unbuckling my belt. “Come sit on my lap. Ride my cock.”
Avril’s entire face flames red, and she glares at me as she jerks her thumb over her shoulder at the driver. “Now’s not a really good time.”
Laughing, I tell the driver as I start to roll the window up. “Drive around the block until I tell you otherwise.”
“Yes, sir,” I hear him say as his eyes look at me through the rearview mirror briefly before the dark glass seals shut.
“Jesus, Dane,” Avril grumbles as her eyes drop to my hands. “You’re such a spectacle.”
I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, stroking it to full hardness. Her eyes go wide as she watches.
“Don’t act all offended, Av,” I tease her. “You fuck in front of a lot more people at The Wicked Horse.”
“But not during business hours in the middle of the morning in front of our limo driver,” she grumbles, but her eyes dart back down to my cock.
“The glass is raised,” I tell her. “We’re private.”
Not really, as the glass isn’t all that dark and I’m pretty sure this car isn’t soundproofed, but whatever.
“Lift your skirt,” I order as my thumb circles around a drop of precum leaking from the tip of my dick. “Pull your panties off and get yourself wet.”
She stares at me a moment, but I’m not surprised when she does what I tell her. My breath catches as she wiggles her hips to get her tight skirt up. Rather than take them off, though, she gives me a defiant look and just slips her fingers down the front of pink cotton panties that are sexy in their simplicity.