Holy hell. I cup the back of her head with one hand while bracing myself against the railing with the other. She takes almost every inch of me, her mouth so hot and wet and... goddamn. Her steady rhythm is driving me insane, and I’m loving every second of it. Her whimpers and cries tell me she’s enjoying this just as much as I am and that’s one hell of a turn on.
“Fuck, Lainie. It’s too good. I’m gonna come.”
She smiles, and her mouth pops free and releases me. I feel the loss of contact like an arrow to my heart. “That’s the point, love.” Jesus. She takes me back in, picking up just where she left off. It feels so damn good, and I’m struggling to keep my composure, but when she reaches in my boxers and cups my balls, stroking the soft flesh there, it’s all I can do not to scream her name at the top of my lungs as I unleash myself inside her mouth.
I swear time stops as I take a second to come out of the haze induced by the blowjob my girlfriend just gave me. Damn. How did I get so lucky?
She stands, tilting just a little, so I extend my arm to steady her, then pull her in for a hug, which seems grossly inadequate.
“Mmmm…” Her eyes are sleepy and sexy, and I just want to drag her home to bed. “Is it 5 o’clock yet?”
“Sadly, no. It’s a quarter after three, and I have to meet with Daryl in fifteen.”
“And I forgot—it’s Tuesday. You have trivia, and I have dinner and shopping with Molly.”
“So, what you’re saying is that I won’t see you for another seven hours?”
“Yep. Gah. We’re those disgustingly attached people who can’t stand to be apart for five minutes, aren’t we?”
I can’t deny it. “We are, but damn if I don’t love it.” I test the l-word out on my tongue, innocuous in this context, so as not to send her running for the hills. It feels good. This feels good. And yea, we’re like a couple of horny teenagers, but now I have a much deeper appreciation for the plight of horny teenagers.
We take a second to collect and right ourselves and then I kiss her quickly on the lips. “I guess I should probably start this thing up again, yea?”
She fusses with her hair, trying to tame the sex out of it, which is futile, really, but I applaud her efforts. “Yea, I guess so.”
I unlock the elevator and press the button for the third floor, and the trip is all too short. She steps off and turns toward her office, sparing me a smile before she continues walking.
My dick twitches, and I scold it to calm the fuck down. No more illicit activity in the elevator… At least not until tomorrow. I ride up to the sixth floor and head to the men’s room to wash up before my meeting with Daryl. That task complete, I take a seat in the comfy bucket chairs outside his office and smile at Marlene, his admin, to let her know I’m here. She’s on the phone, but smiles back in acknowledgment. Settling in to wait, I palm my phone to check the time and see a missed text from my mom.
Damn. Well, that has the same effect as a cold shower. I’ve got a good ten minutes, so I check out my mom’s message.
Mom: You left our conversation about Addison’s party.
Mom: What if, by doing so, you missed a key detail about the color scheme or the very specific birthday list, complete with links from Amazon?
Simon: Wow. That’s certainly a case in favor of nurture. Addison might not be Katie’s biologically, but they are two peas in a pod.
Mom: True.
Simon: And I figured my dear mother would fill me in on all of the important details.
Mom: Suck up
Simon: Yep. So…
Mom: The party is this Sunday instead of next, so clear your calendar or all hell will break loose. And yes, it’s here, since that’s easier for Nan. I said you’d bring that crab dip you get at Trick’s. That way, you don’t have to make anything. But don’t forget to check the Amazon list!
It starts at 4, but Katie hates when guests have to wait for food, so get here by 3:30 at the latest.
My phone feels like it weighs a hundred pounds as it sits in my palm. This is when I should tell my mom about Elaine. She’ll be thrilled if I tell her I’m bringing my girlfriend. My hands move across the keys, but I hesitate and then delete. Because here’s the thing: I’m proud as hell of Elaine and our relationship. I’d shout the news of our coupledom from the rooftop. Hell, I’d propose if I thought she’d accept. But she’s not ready. I can tell. And after hearing all that shit with her ex, it’s easy to see why. She’s been hurt. Repeatedly. And though my mother is the kindest person I know, she’s also a bloodhound who will sniff out Elaine’s number and barrage her with questions, ranging from her favorite food to her preference of breast or bottle-feeding. And that’s gonna send my girl right over the edge.
So, I carefully craft my response.
Simon: You’re the best. See you at 3:30.
There. That was perfect. I didn’t lie, but I didn’t give anything away. And I’ll text mom on Saturday and let her know I’m bringing a friend. Perfect.
“Simon!” Daryl’s voice bellows from his office, and I head in.
