“Wondering how I can possibly last the night without you.”
“No need to wonder, come and get me.”
I smile. “I’ve had a few glasses of wine, I’m unable to drive.”
“Oh.”
“I can send Andrew to collect you.”
“Really?”
“Where are you?”
“I’m just leaving the restaurant now; can he pick me up from my place in say, half an hour?”
“Okay.”
She waits on the line.
“Oh, and Kate.”
“Yes.”
“Pack yourself a bag, that way you can stay for the weekend.”
I hesitate; slow down.
“Still in need of a human shield, you see,” I add.
She giggles. “How are your ducks?”
“All in a row.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
I chuckle.
“Okay, see you soon.”
“Goodbye.” I drain my glass and march upstairs. I need to shower and I need to . . .
I need to last longer tonight. She turns me into a schoolboy; she only has to look my way and my dick begins to weep.
I turn the shower on and take out the lube from my bathroom cabinet, squirt it into my hand and smear it on my already hard cock.
I run my hand up over my length and then back to the base . . . hmm, that feels good.
The room begins to fill with steam as I work myself, sliding my fingers up under my balls and cupping them hard as I imagine it’s her hand touching me . . . satisfying me now so that I can give her more later.
I don’t know if I’ve ever jerked off so much since I became besotted with Kate Landon.
She’s the ultimate taboo.
The employee I can’t date, the one I shouldn’t want.
The woman I can’t get out of my fucking head.
At this moment in time, my dick lives and breathes to be inside of her.
Nothing else matters.
My chest rises and falls as I begin to perspire, my strokes getting harder and harder. My need skyrocketing by the second.
I close my eyes and I see her naked on my bed, her legs spread, her pink, wet flesh open for me. She slowly slides her finger deep inside her sex, warming herself up for me. She spreads her pink lips open in a come-here signal. “Elliot,” she whispers.
I grunt as my hand works at piston pace. Fuck yeah.
Already . . . what the hell?
I tip my head back and aim up onto my body, and my cock jerks hard. White, thick semen glistens over my chest.
I pant as I come down from my high, and I step under the hot shower, aim my face up to the water. It runs down over my head and I put my hand on the tiles to hold myself up.
She doesn’t even have to be here to make me come hard.
The memory of her is enough.
I need to get a hold of myself. That was only one minute.
Fuck.
An hour later I sit on the couch by the fire. I’ve left the door slightly ajar.
The car has just pulled up and I know Kate isn’t far away.
I’ve given myself a few rounds, whatever it takes to keep the monster at bay.