I follow him, spitting and cursing all the way to our studio.
CHAPTER TWO
Anger thunders through me as I glare over the mic at our new hot boss. Chrissy and our technical team must feel the tension brewing between us because they’re staying away from me, whereas before, they didn’t mind joking around and playing pranks on me before we went live.
I press the online button, leaning forward in my seat.
“This is Hayley and you’re listening to Love Loop Live,” I greet, smoothing my voice out. I still worry I’ll fuck up and say my real name, especially now with Clayton here. I feel like the world is tipping off its axis. He’s driving me crazy.
Hopefully, my listeners won’t know I’m two seconds away from throwing my Ribena all over my new boss.
Clayton, sitting smugly back in his chair, arches an eyebrow at my name. I ignore him. There’s no way I’m using my real name online. And I’d quit before he even thought about changing it.
“Tonight, we have something new in store for you. I’m sorry, ladies, but it looks like we’re going to have to bring the men to the party,” I explain, reading from the script Chrissy handed me. Reading the next line, I decide to go off track, giving Clayton a smug look across the table. “But don’t worry, ladies. This is the moment many of you have been waiting for. Men will finally listen to what you have to say. Maybe now they can find the front door and not the back.” I pause, putting on a pout as Clayton narrows his eyes on me. Sighing down the mic, I continue. “Or better yet, maybe they can find our G-spot and let us get some before they get theirs.”
Surprising me, Clayton leans forward, turning on his mic. “Maybe it’s not the man doing it wrong?”
“Are you saying women are?”
“No, but it takes two,” he tells me, running his eyes over my breasts, his gaze heating.
Taken off guard, it takes me a minute to gain my composure. “For some, it only takes one,” I quip. “But that’s neither here nor there.” I pause, my lips twitching a little. “So, why don’t we start the show with listening to your worst or funniest sexual experiences. Call in or message.”
Glancing over at Clayton, I become unnerved. I know the look he’s giving me all too well. It’s the look my brothers get when they’re about to do something dumb and don’t realise it until it’s too late.
“While we wait, Hayley, what’s your worst sexual experience?”
“Why don’t you tell us yours?”
He grins, showcasing dimples, and I sigh, clenching my legs together. “Ladies first.”
“I guess it would be the time I tried shower sex. Not only did the fucker get shampoo in my eyes, but he didn’t have the strength to hold me against the wall. He ended up dropping me on my arse.”
I arch an eyebrow at him, daring him to go on. I can tell by his slack jaw that he didn’t think I’d answer. What he doesn’t know is that wasn’t even my worst. Reid was my latest disaster—well, kind of, since we never got to the fun part.
Clayton chuckles, the raspy sound causing me to shiver. “Did you at least get to orgasm that night?”
I keep my smoky, dark brown eyes on him when I lean forward to answer. “Yes. I’ve got a wild imagination, so it didn’t take long to get myself off when I got home.”
His eyes widen at my declaration as he shifts in his seat, unable to meet my gaze. He clears his throat, opening and closing his mouth.
“Now, why don’t you tell us about yours, Clayton? Oh, and, ladies, Clayton is my new boss, so make sure you give him a warm welcome. I’ll post a picture for you all later.”
I’m a giving person after all.
I shrug at his put out look, sliding my finger across the screen of my phone before opening the camera app and snapping a picture.
I quickly mail it to Leana, knowing she’ll post it online for me.
He clears his throat once again, a pink tinge to his cheeks. “I guess it would be the time I got a blow job off my girlfriend when I was younger. Her parents were away for the weekend, so we stayed in and ordered pizza. Before we had finished eating, we started going at it. She had jalapeños on her pizza, and just when it started to get good, my dick began to burn. It was on fire. I pulled out quickly, just as she bent forward. I ended up poking her in the eye with my dick.”
I can’t help it, I laugh. His face is so adorable right now. All flushed and rosy. It’s such a huge difference to the arsehole I first met.
Maybe having him on the show today is a way for me to change his mind about how to take the segment to the next level.
“Men!” I sigh, playing along. “They can never get the right hole.”
“She’s the one who nearly gave me a heart attack. My dick was on fire.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Teaches you for not going down on her first.”
His lips twitch into a smirk. “Oh, I went down on her before we started dinner, and she screamed the house down.”
“Most women fake it,” I tell him, bursting his bubble.
“Trust me, there was nothing fake about it.”
“Probably not during oral sex, but I bet it didn’t feel or sound the same when you had sex,” I argue.
“When I fuck someone, I make sure they’re taken care of first.”
I take in a steady breath, clenching my thighs at hearing the word ‘fuck’ roll off his tongue. “You do know it’s rare a woman will orgasm during sex? Seventy five percent of women never orgasm during sex, and ten to fifteen never orgasm at all, leaving only ten percent of women who actually orgasm. Most of the time it’s brought on by either her finishing herself off when she’s alone or during oral sex. They say it’s nothing about the man, but believe me, I’ve been so close to orgasming during sex, but just before I finally get that release, the guy will do something to squash that libido. Or they just have no clue what they’re doing.”
“Then you’ve not been with the right man,” he tells me, his gaze heated.
I scoff. “That’s what they all say.”
“When I’m fucking someone, I can guarantee you they aren’t thinking about anything but how good it feels. It’s not just about sticking your cock in a hole. It’s touch, sight, and for some, whether they are in control or not. It’s a fantasy. Everyone has one.”
My entire body is burning, and I have to look away, unable to be under his scrutiny. The screen beside me shows we have a number of callers.
“Clayton talks the talk, but, ladies, how right is he? A poll will be up on our site soon to see how many of you orgasm during sex, how many of you haven’t, and how many of you only orgasm by yourself or not at all.”
“It’s not talk if it’s true,” he tells me, not looking away.
I blink, trying to shake off this lustful haze. It’s hard when all this sex talk with him is making me hornier than hell.
“Let’s go to line one. Juliette is calling from Devon. Hello, Juliette.”
“Hi.”
“How are you tonight?” I ask.
“Okay-ish, it’s why I’m calling. But first, I want to address the sexual tension going on between the two of you. Is he as hot as he sounds?”