How could I forget?
I woke up to her riding me. I had no idea I was hard, but apparently I was, because in a dreamy haze, I opened my eyes to find Lottie hovering above me, her tits bouncing beautifully as she used my dick to make herself come.
Hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“I do recall.” I place a kiss along her neck. “Not sure I’ll ever forget that.”
Pulling away from me, she turns in my embrace and asks, “Should I be embarrassed?”
I laugh out loud. “Babe, you should be rewarded. That was really hot.”
“Yeah?”
I nod. “Yeah. Please, feel free to do that again, whenever you want.”
Her fingers play over my chest. “You were so hard last night, you woke me up, and even though you were still sleeping, all I could think about was how it would feel to slide over you.”
“And how did it feel?”
“Amazing.” She glides her leg over mine and her hand falls to my pec, her thumb passing over my nipple.
“If you keep that up, I’m never getting out of this bed.”
“Would that be a bad thing?”
I grip her ass and give it a squeeze. “You and I both have work to do. Calling in sick won’t work anymore. Everyone knows we wouldn’t actually be sick.”
“Ugh, I hate real-world responsibilities.”
“You and me both,” I say, pressing a kiss to her nose.
Sighing, she rolls away from me and gets out of bed, much to my dismay. I was hoping for more cuddle time.
The shower turns on, indicating the start of the day.
Groaning, I get out of bed as well and trudge across the hardwood floor to the bathroom, where I find Lottie standing next to the shower, holding up one of her vibrators and sporting a mischievous grin.
“Care to have some fun in the shower?”
She doesn’t have to ask twice.
“Dude, are you listening?”
“Huh?” I ask, looking at JP, who looks more than irritated with me.
“I’m trying to talk about our business here and you can’t give me two seconds before you’re daydreaming.”
“I’m not daydreaming,” I say, even though that’s exactly what I’m doing. I keep thinking about Lottie and the wicked smile she gave me before rubbing her vibrator up and down my cock, making me come in thirty seconds—she counted in her head.
“Bullshit,” Breaker says. “You haven’t paid attention to a goddamn thing we’ve had to say this entire meeting.”
“That’s not true at all.”
“Oh?” Breaker asks. “Then who did we say is arriving in five minutes?”
Someone is arriving in five minutes?
“Uhh . . . Karla?” I ask, sounding more pathetic than I’d like.
Breaker rolls his eyes, while JP throws his arms up in annoyance.
There’s a knock on my office door, and Karla stands there with her tablet in hand. “Mr. Cane, Mr. Dwayne Hernandez is here to see you.”
“Thank you,” I say to Karla. “Send him in.” When she takes off, I quickly say to my brothers, “Dwayne is arriving.”
JP offers me a slow clap. “Wow, man. Impressive.”
I don’t have time for a snarky retort, because Dwayne makes his way into my office.
I’ve done plenty of business with Dwayne in the past. He’s a good man, someone I trust, someone I wouldn’t mind doing more business with, especially since he’s leading the area in clean, sustainable, and on-time construction. He’s our go-to man. And if I were paying attention earlier rather than daydreaming about Lottie, I’d know exactly why he’s here.
But I’ve winged it before.
I stand from my desk and round it, welcoming the man.
“Dwayne, it’s good to see you.” I give him a handshake.
“How are you, man?” Dwayne asks before shaking my brothers’ hands as well.
“Good. Good. Please, take a seat.” I join them in the sitting area of my office.
Dwayne unbuttons his suit jacket and takes a seat, his large frame eating up most of his chair.
“How are the girls?” I ask him. Pretty sure he has eight-, six-, and two-year-old daughters.
“They have me wrapped around their little fingers. We just installed a slide to our pool yesterday and I spent so much time in the water with them that I think my balls have become raisins.”
We let out a hearty laugh.
“But seeing those smiling faces as they flew into the water—worth it.”
“I bet,” I say. “And Maxine? She’s good?”