Fuck. No wonder Corrine has trouble trusting me. She must think I’m a total manwhore. Especially since they’re all Barbies and flotation devices, as she likes to tell me. She’s right. And funny.
I look at my watch. I wonder what she’s doing right now. It’s after eleven here, but earlier there. Still, in case she’s gone to bed already, I text her.
Me: Are you up?
Corrine: Yes. I just got settled in my room. Feel free to call.
I immediately dial her.
“Hey,” she answers. Her voice sounds sultry, and it makes my dick hard.
“How was dinner?”
“I got to meet Brian’s family and spend time with the staff. I like them all. Maybe I should take over the majordomo role?”
“Please, don’t do that. I need you.”
“You’d still have me, just in a different role. I’m teasing anyway. I’d get lonely here without my friends.”
She’s silent a moment, and I wait to hear if she says she’s going to be lonely without me.
“How was the rest of your day?” she asks instead.
“Kind of still going,” I sigh. “I did get a call from the agency, and they’re sending a woman in first thing tomorrow. They assure me I’ll be impressed.”
“I’ll call when I wake up and see how she’s doing.”
I can’t let it go. “Won’t you miss me, too?”
“I don’t know. I did ask for a casting of your dick. It’s not the whole thing, but with some speed and maybe a set of ears, I might forget all about you.”
Now I know she’s teasing. “A set of ears?”
“Yes, they’re like rabbit ears that nestle up against my clit and vibrate. It would make for a shattering orgasm.” Her voice is low and really making me horny.
“But wouldn’t you prefer the real thing? After all, the real thing comes with fingers, a mouth, and a live dick.”
“I definitely like the sound of that.”
“I miss you,” I tell her truthfully.
“I haven’t been gone twenty-four hours.”
“I know, but going back to my apartment without you seems depressing.”
“I’m sure there are plenty of people you can call to keep you company—and I don’t mean naked company, people to hang out with.”
“That’s my problem. I only want to hang out with you naked.”
“Brian has set up perimeter alarms and cameras and some other devices. The staff is concerned that the nocturnal life of the mongoose is going to drive him crazy, but he’s going to try.”
She’s changed the subject, and that isn’t lost on me.
“I met Brian’s family,” she continues. “His two little boys are adorable. I mean, just the cutest things. They’re all trouble. They’re mini versions of Brian, but I think they have their mother’s sense of adventure, which gives Brian great anxiety. They were so much fun at dinner tonight. I’ve asked him to find a perimeter fence for the pool. I know it can obstruct the view to have a fence, but it’s a safety issue. Plus, they’re having problems with critters drowning in the pool.”
“I defer to you for that. Can I change the subject?”
“Of course. You’re the boss.”
My heart stops. This again? I want to be more than Corrine’s boss. I want to be her everything. But right now doesn’t seem like the time to push.
I take a deep breath. “How’s the view from the master suite?”
“It was stunning today. You’re going to love it when you get here.”
“Aren’t you staying there?”
“No, that’s your room. When you come, you can stay there. I’m staying in the same room I stayed in last time.”
That’s a knife through my heart. “Then what are you wearing?”
“I’m afraid it isn’t very sexy. I’m wearing a pair of your boxer shorts and one of your MIT T-shirts.”
That is a positive sign. “So, at least I’m close—in theory—to all my favorite parts.”
She giggles, and my heart soars. “I suppose that would be true. I probably did that subconsciously.” She chuckles. “What about you? What are you wearing?
“I’m sitting in my office with all the lights off except my desk lamp, watching the East Bay with my work clothes on. Ben is outside in your office—I think reading a book.”
“You should go home unless you plan on sleeping on that crappy couch in your office.”
“Hey! That couch cost a lot of money. It’s not crappy.”
“Sit down on it, and you’ll see. It’s like sitting on a concrete bench.”
I walk over to the couch and sit down hard. I groan. “Oh my God. I think I hurt my tailbone. You’re right. it’s like sitting on a concrete bench.”
“I always thought it was because you didn’t want people to stick around long.”
I chuckle. “That sounds like a reasonable excuse, but that’s not why it’s there—or at least that wasn’t my intent.” My voice softens. “I’ve had visions recently of bending you over the arm of this thing and fucking you.”
“Mmmmm… That might be fun.” She sighs. “Where else do you think about fucking me?”
“In the car, in the elevator, on the table at Jim’s house, beside the flower stall at the farmers market… I think about licking your pussy at a restaurant—essentially everywhere I go with you. Do you ever think about fucking me?”
“Oh, only in the car, the elevator, in public, in private, and definitely in your office.” She sighs again, and it turns me on. “I’ve never had the kind of sex I’ve had with you. And now I crave it, and it scares me,” she says just above a whisper.
“I’ve never had this kind of sex with anyone
