She pulled the covers over the lower half of her body.
“When I beat the hell out of whoever is at the door, I’m coming back for seconds,” I said.
I licked my lips.
She looked flustered.
She wanted me to have seconds. And thirds.
I grabbed my t-shirt and shut the bedroom door behind me.
The pounding at the door continued…
“The building better be on goddamn fire,” I yelled. “Or else you’re…”
I opened the door.
“Cole,” I said.
“You busy?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I was in the middle of devouring Emily.”
“Fuck. Sorry. Am I cockblocking?”
“Yeah,” I said. “So… fuck off…”
“I fucked up,” Cole said.
“What?”
“I fucked up big time, Liam. You’re the only person I can trust with this.”
“With what?” I asked.
Cole reached into his pocket.
What he showed me made me do a double take.
Make that a triple take.
Or a quadruple take.
He held up the picture and shook his head.
“Yours?” I asked.
“Mine,” he said.
I kept blinking.
I didn’t want to state the obvious… but I kind of had to…
The ultrasound picture was…
“Holy fuck, Cole,” I said. “Who the fuck did you get pregnant?”
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(Cole)
I looked down and Maggie was on her stomach, asleep.
She had a tattoo on her right shoulder. It looked like a ballerina with wings. I had always wanted to ask her about it, but I didn’t want to cross that line where we actually talked about something other than sex.
The only time I wanted to hear her voice was when she was calling out my name or say something filthy that she wanted me to do to her.
And trust me… she could get wild.
I touched the ballerina tattoo and shook my head.
She was probably some small town girl who grew up taking dance lessons, never really sure of her dreams. Good in school, smart, all that shit. Then when the real life decision came to her, she chose a lawyer. Why not? A strong woman like her would make a great lawyer. But a wild fire was lit in her heart. The artist side of her. So she bolted to the big city to take it over and couldn’t do it.
Was that anything true to Maggie’s life?
I had no fucking idea.
All I knew was that after I sent Mr. Pickle home with the blonde beauty I ordered for him, I paid my tab with Maggie, left her a more than generous tip, and then asked when her shift ended.
I gave her money for a ride to my place, and she showed up a little after two.
Now it was four, she was asleep, and that was just another night in my life.
I inched my way out of bed and walked to the dimly lit kitchen.
I helped myself to a bottle of electrolyte water. That was the key when it came to a night of drinking and sex, knowing I had to be in the office in just a few hours.
Speaking of which…
I took out my phone and texted Maya.
Mr. Pickle is on the edge. Need you to send over a care package for him. I’ll text a list of items. Needs to be done ASAP.
I waited a few seconds.
Good morning, by the way. Early to rise, Maya. Got it?
I waited a few more seconds.
Also - pull the financials for the last decade of his acquisitions. I want to see what worked and what didn’t. Better yet - you do that. Give me a list of companies that succeeded and failed.
I chugged the rest of the water and walked my way back to the bedroom.
My dick swayed left to right like an elephant’s trunk.
Maya finally texted me back.
The way my phone was pointing, it was like Maya was talking to my dick.
I laughed.
Her text was simple.
Morning Cole. I’m awake now. I’ll get on that when I get to the office.
I curled my lip.
Get to the office now. I’m sending you money to grab coffee and food. Don’t worry about how you look. No need to impress anyone but me. Impress me with your work. You better be there before me. Tick tock, Maya.
I pictured her reading that text.
Cursing me out.
Then hurrying to get to the office, thinking I was going to be there, waiting for her.
I sent her more than enough money for breakfast.
Back in the bedroom, I stared at Maggie for a few minutes.
I slowly pulled the covers down her back, over the curve of her ass.
My fingertips touched the back of her right leg and moved down to her inner thigh. When I grazed her warmth, her ass jumped up and she groaned.
“Cole?” she purred.
I leaned over the bed and dipped my fingers into her pool of wetness.
“It’s just me, darling,” I said. I kissed the middle of her back. “You need to get the fuck out of here. I have to go to work.”
Maggie reached with her left hand and touched my dick.
I sucked in a breath and watched her hand try to grip me.
She tugged at me and moved up on her knees.
My phone vibrated.
A text from Maya.
Waiting for a ride. See you soon!
Maggie stroked my dick while I stared at the message.
My eyes glanced over to Maggie’s ass sticking up in the air.
My fingers plunged into her pussy.
She groaned into the pillow.
For a second I thought about pretending Maggie was Maya.
Now that would be wrong.
And even an asshole like me had some sense of morals…
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