“This is true.” He attempted to hold in laughter, said fuck it, and let it all out. “Then, after you took my very huge member out. I mean, massive cock—”
“I got it.”
“Well, you took my cock out and vomited all over it.” He returned to unwrapping the sandwiches. “And then it went downhill from there. I never got to see your good good. Instead, I did a whole lot of cleaning, while you rested in your own vomit.”
I froze. “Umm … did you say I threw up all over your dick?”
“Yes.”
I couldn’t close my mouth.
“Purple and black vomit.”
“No way,” I mumbled.
“Oh, yes way. It’s kind of hard to forget the vomit, since it was my cock that was vomited on. I decided to change my clothes. I rushed to clean everything up, while you rolled over and went back to sleep.”
Shoot me now.
“It took a while. Then there was some embarrassing stuff, but I took care of that,” he said.
“What can be more embarrassing than me throwing up all over you?”
“Nothing.” Suddenly, my desk had all of his attention.
“You’re hiding something.” I sipped my coffee. Steam rose in my face. The hot, bitter liquid stung my tongue, but I drank a little more. “Did I do something even more embarrassing?”
“No. It’s more me.”
“Oh, this I have to hear.”
“You can tell no one.”
“Duh, I threw up on you. We’re now blood siblings for life.” I held up my hand in a gesture of honor. “All horrid secrets remain between us.”
“Okay. My pants were ruined, so I put on your jogging pants while I walked around and cleaned.”
I spit out some coffee. “What? Can you even fit into them?”
“Not really. They looked more like skinny jeans and hurt my waist. They were murder on my ass. I may have stretched them out a whole lot. There’s no way you can wear those pants again. Holes and rips of course. Either way, I would say that we’re even as far as damage.”
“Yes, we are.”
“But,” he said, “you still owe me this presentation of your good good.”
“Please, pretend like I never said that.”
“No way. I’ll be talking about your good good during our dinner tonight.”
There won’t be a date, buddy.
Ignoring him, I drank some more of the coffee. “Thanks for everything.”
“What time do I pick you up?”
I scanned the clean office and even the food he’d brought me for breakfast. Here was a man that had maintained his best behavior with a clearly drunk girl, cleaned her up, and even organized her office as well as fixed the club’s plumbing. He was any woman’s dream. I should’ve been humping him right there instead of freaking out about his sexy behind being in my space.
“What time, Christine?”
“I can’t date you.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t have the time.”
“I’ll make time for you. We just had a date last night.”
“That was business.”
He quirked his eyebrows. “Really? Is that how you take care of business?”
“I’m—”
“Scared.”
I frowned. “Don’t finish my sentences.”
“I will when I know what you should be saying. You’re scared. Admit it.”
“I’m not.”
“You are, and so badly afraid that you’re scared to open those legs around me or come within a few inches of my presence. You’re fucking scared.”
My heart caught in my chest. “I’m not scared. You need to check your ego.”
“Okay. You’ve gotten nice and patient Maceo, but this isn’t working. I crave you too damn much. I’m done with patience.” He stormed my way. “It’s time to meet the other side of me.”
I widened my eyes and prepared to run. “What the hell are you about to do?”
“What I should’ve done the first time I saw you.”
He captured my face with both of his hands and consumed me with those full lips of his. His tongue entered my mouth as I gasped. Groaning, he pulled me in closer, sucking on my lips and triggering destruction between my legs.
If I’d been trapped in his lust, then he held the netting. If I’d figured I had any chance of escaping this man, then I’d been clueless all along. I moaned, my body coming alive with each thrust of his tongue between my moist lips. My nipples pebbled, right as he dove one of his hands under my shirt and toyed with them like no other man had ever tried before. Up and down, he flicked the pads of his fingers along those hard, hungry points. My pussy clenched into wet, hungry knots that yearned for him to untie.
“You’re as sweet as I thought you would be,” he murmured right before sucking on my neck and nibbling my chin. He yanked up my shirt—well, his shirt—over my head. My breasts hung free.
Where the hell did my bra go? Oh fuck. Who cares?
“This is just one time only,” I panted.
“Is that what this is? A onetime thing?” He slung the shirt I wore on the ground and took off his. Tan muscles greeted my eyes.