He just laughed.
“You’re evil.”
“And you’re determined to make me think you can read palms so I give you whatever you want.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I evaded. “Who would go through such an elaborate scheme for something like that?”
“You.”
“Pffffft. You’re being crazy.”
“What’s my next job, Roller Skates?” he asked with a grin. “Waste removal? Rodeo clown?”
“All right,” I admitted. “So I got you a job.”
“No way,” he said with overexaggerated eyes. “You got me a job? That’s such a surprise!”
I rolled my eyes, and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me down to him. Lips to my neck, he placed soft, openmouthed kisses along my skin. “Are you going to tell me what it is?” he whispered into my ear, and his warm breath spurred goose bumps all over my body.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On how well you beg,” I whispered into his ear.
“Is this you or your perfect, greedy little cunt making these demands?”
“Does it matter?”
He smirked. “Stand up.”
“That doesn’t sound like begging.”
“Stand up, Lo,” he demanded and sat up on the bed with me still in his arms. “And then I’ll show you begging.”
I stood up on the mattress and braced my hands on his shoulders while Reed deftly undid my jean shorts and removed them, along with my panties, from my body.
“Does my new job revolve around animals?” he asked as he slid a finger across where I was already wet and aching.
“Uh-uh.”
“Children?”
My breath hitched. “Nope.”
“Crazy brides?”
“Nope.”
“Am I actually going to enjoy it?”
While his finger continued to toy with me torturously, I managed a nod and a whisper. “More than fortune cookie writing.”
“This sounds promising.”
“I’m certain it’s going to be the perfect match.”
“Any more details you’re willing to give?”
“Nope.” I shook my head. Well, at least, I thought I didn’t. I was finding it a bit hard to focus.
“So the begging shall commence?”
“Yep.”
One-word answers were all my brain had to offer as he slid one finger inside and paused.
I waited him out, but I silently begged him to cave. I wouldn’t hold out much longer, and I really wanted to hold out for a long time.
“Okay,” he finally stated. I let out the breath I was holding and melted a little around his finger all at once. “I’m going to lie back on this bed. And you’re going to sit on my face.”
“And then what’s going to happen?”
He took absolutely no time to even consider an answer. Instead, a shriek left my mouth as he yanked me forward and fell to his back in one swoop. I didn’t fight it as he situated my body with ease, his firm grip on the cheeks of my ass, directly over his face.
“What’s my new job, Lola?” he asked and swiped his wicked tongue against me.
“A job,” I sputtered out.
His assault wasn’t swift and efficient, but rather, slow and calculating, and the instant his lips wrapped around my clit, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I moaned out loud and grasped the headboard with my fingers. Like I said, wicked tongue.
The vibrations from his greedy groans as he ate at my pussy only made me crazier.
My thighs started to shake on their own accord, and I braced myself for the initial waves of a delicious Reed-induced orgasm.
But it didn’t come.
I whined in frustration as he pulled his lips away.
“Need something?” he asked, his playfully sinister blue eyes staring up at me.
My hips thrust toward his mouth traitorously, and he smirked.
“What’s my new job, Lola?”
I shook my head. “Not telling.”
He licked me, once, twice, and then pulled away again.
A hazy, longing pain settled over my body.
“What’s my new job?”
“A job,” I gritted and then moaned as he tapped my clit with his tongue.
“Tell me what it is, and I’ll make sure you come.”
He’d better make sure I come. One more swipe of his tongue robbed me of the ability to hold my head upright, and with my hair tickling the skin of my back, I shivered.
“Just tell me what it is, LoLo. It’ll be over. You won’t have to suffer anymore. And after that, I’ll have time to do it again.”
“All over again?” I breathed.
“Uh-huh.”
Yeah. I considered myself a strong-willed person, but who needed to be strong-willed when there were orgasms at the end of the rainbow?
Not me.
I’ll take the rainbow and the pot of gold and the fucking unicorns, thank you very much.
“The San Francisco Times.”
He looked up at me skeptically from between my thighs.
“Your own column,” I added.
“What am I writing about?”
“Basically, anything you want.”
His blue eyes shone with intrigue. “Anything I want?”
“Pretty much.”
“Fuck, I love you.”
I nodded, but in reality, I was just saying, Yeah. Yeah. That’s great. The love and stuff, that’s really great, Reed. But for the love of God, I need to come.
I moved my hips a little, and he smirked.
“We’re not leaving this bed for the rest of the day.”
“It’s only noon.”
“Exactly.”
Oh, boy.
“Hewhoa?” Lola answered on the fourth and final ring.
I could barely understand her. Her voice was groggy with sleep, and from the look of it through the window, it was also being muffled by the pillow.
I know this seems creepy, but just go with it.
“Uh, hi,” I greeted, making my voice as nasal as I could by pinching my nose. The only problem with my technique was that I would need to remember to unpinch it every so often so I could breathe. “Is this Lola Sexton?”
I watched as she sat up slowly, the sheet pooling around her naked back, and surveyed the room for me. Obviously, I wasn’t there. I might have freaked out about the view—the unobstructed view of her sleek skin—if it weren’t for the fact that I had been the one to open the blinds this morning before leaving. Plans and all.
She’d told me about my new job only a few short days ago, and it’d taken a lot of work to pull this together, but I felt like it was important. For her and me, but really, for everyone else. I wasn’t much for show, but I wanted everyone to know one thing irrefutably—I didn’t ever want to make trouble for Lola; I wanted to make it with her. Forever.
“Yeah,” she said slowly, confused by my absence. “Who’s this?”
“This is Bobby Bunson,” I started, purposely choosing an androgynous name because I had no fucking clue if I sounded like a man or a woman. “With the San Fran Blotter.”
“The San Fran what?”
“The Blotter, honey. Anyhoo, we were hoping you’d be willing to do an interview on your thoughts on Reed Luca’s new article—”
She jumped out of bed—sadly on the other side so I couldn’t see anything—and cut me off as she did. “Sorry, Bobby. I’m not interested in any interviews.”
I smiled at her answer, and then smiled even deeper when I thought about how she’d react to what I had to say next.
“Oh, well. Shoot. That’s a shame. We were really hoping to have an answering piece to Reed’s interview, sort of like your col—”
“I’m sorry, what?” she nearly shrieked. I laughed as silently as possible and took a drag from the e-cigarette she’d gotten me in what I knew was a bold move to get me to quit. Palm reading, missing cigarettes, this new fancy, as she’d described it, e-cigarette—after a few months with me, she was becoming quite the little manipulator.
“Reed’s interview, dear. He’s supposed to meet us this morning. In about fifteen minutes or so, in fact.”
“Oh, he is, is he?” she seethed. I did my best not to break character as I watched her stomp around our room half naked, scooping clothes from the floor at random and pulling them onto her body in sharp, agitated movements.
“Well, yes, dear. We can do your interview in a couple of days, though, if you’re not available as soon…”
“Oh, I’m available,” she railed, turning to face the window and giving me the perfect view of her absolutely magnificent…face. Both fortunately and unfortunately, she’d managed to pull down a shirt by that time. “Where’s he meeting you?”
“We can conduct the interviews separately—”
“Oh, no. That won’t be necessary. You just tell me where to be, and I’ll be there. I have something to give that… I have something to give him anyway.”
“Muddy Waters Café, on Valencia.”
Her answering smile was pure evil; I fell in love all over again.
“I know just where it is. I’ll see you there, Bobby.”
I barely had to play a role to respond to that. “Can’t wait.”
Exactly fifteen minutes later, after quite a bit of hustling on both our parts, from a booth in the back corner, I watched Lola stomp into the Muddy Waters Café on a mission. Searching for the mystical Bobby, and me, of course, she scanned the tables with barely restrained impatience.