By the time I was finished in the bathroom,I still hadn’t decided what he was doing, but I was clean and as prepared as Icould be for whatever he had planned.
Hopefully.
As I stepped out into the room, Porter wasstanding by the bed in a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up andthe same suit pants he’d been wearing the first night we’d met. He looked likea million bucks…which, as I thought about it, might’ve been a lowball estimate.
Google.
Life was so fucking weird.
At least I wouldn’t have to worry about himnot being able to afford his early retirement.
But just the memory of the look on his faceas he’d explained things made the stress ease out of me. He’d been worried I’dhave some kind of freak-out moment, but I didn’t care. He was just Porter tome.
Now, if we were going to play the wholeLandonhas to act fancygame, that would be something worth complaining about. Butsince he hadn’t tried to do anything ridiculous, the money didn’t matter.Besides, it wasn’t like it was my money.
He could shove me out of his life tomorrowand the only thing that would’ve changed for me would be my understanding ofwho I was.
Nowthatwas the important parthere.
I must have stood there staring too longbecause he grinned. “You’ve got a very curious look on your face.”
“It’s the suit.” And man, that wasn’t a lieeither. “It makes me go all stupid.”
He chuckled, preening a bit as he shiftedto lean against the bed. “Then it’s lucky we don’t have any power toolsaround.”
I gave him a goofy grin. “I really thoughtthat financial firm by that old job would out me to everyone.”
Porter shook his head. “There is no way yougave that away.”
I shrugged. “People just don’t pay enoughattention. But they might the first time you pick me up from work.”
He slowly walked over, studying me as hemoved closer. “Is that something you want or something that would make youuncomfortable?”
“It wouldn’t make me uncomfortable, but Idon’t need it either.” I shrugged, more focused on the way his dick was pushingat the fabric than the actual conversation. “I wouldn’t be the onlynon-straight person, and I don’t think most people would say anything even ifthey cared. It’s a good company, and they’d be stupid to make trouble.”
And I really couldn’t imagine anyonenoticing.
“Then I won’t worry about that.” Porterlooked like I’d already given him a thousand other things to worry about, so hewas just going to check that one off his list.
It was a look my mother had given me a lotwhen I was a kid.
“You don’t have toworry about me in general.” But his scoff said that wasn’t going to besomething he agreed with.
“That is so ridiculous that I’m going to addto your punishment just so I don’t ever hear it come out of your mouth again.”Porter shook his head. He was clearly tallying up my sins and had found quite afew reasons to punish me.
Goody?
My dick and the dirty part of my brainwhere my fantasies lived both found it sexy, but my cock was tied up at themoment, so my brain got to be the focus. “More?”
Yeah, it wasn’t much better than my dick.
Porter gave me a devilish grin that sent ashiver through me. “Oh yes. Now walk over to the bed and lean over to show methat sexy ass of yours.”
“Bed?” I finally looked over and I couldfeel my eyes widen.
I probably looked ridiculous, but juststaring at the…contraption that was now over the bed made my legs wobbly and mydick tried even more valiantly to get hard.
He was stupid but incredibly stubborn.
