Maybe that’s what this thing with Sydney is giving me—control when I’ve felt like I’ve had anything but control in the past. I’ve never had a plan, I’ve never known where I’m headed or what comes next. I’ve never strived to be more until I got out of prison, and then we ran into each other.
And now she’s asking for it, begging for me to lead her down a path I never saw us traveling, which gives me a weird sense of purpose. If nothing else comes from this run-in with her, maybe we both leave feeling satisfied and renewed.
Even though the thought of this ending twists my stomach in knots.
“Are you almost there, Princess?” My words come out in a growl as I feel that tingling in my spine.
“Yes. Fuck, I’m so wet, Javi. I’m gonna come …”
“Let me hear you,” I command as her breath hitches and her whimpers come through the line. I know she’s probably trying to stifle her noises so her co-workers don’t know what’s going on in her office, but hearing her lose control pushes me off the edge as I spill my release on my stomach and moan alongside of her.
She takes a few deep breaths and then I can hear her chuckle. “Did we really just do that?”
I huff out a laugh. “Yeah, we did. I feel better though. I hope you feel the same.”
“Definitely.”
“That should hold us over then until next week?”
“Yeah. Sorry I didn’t tell you I was leaving, but …” I can sense her hesitation in discussing our lives with one another.
“It’s not a problem. But hey, if you need another release while you’re alone in your hotel room, you have my number.” I’m teasing, but part of me hopes she’ll give in to my offer.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Have a good day, Javi.”
“You too, Princess.” I hang up the phone and then reach for a napkin from the glovebox to clean up the mess on my stomach.
As I drive back to the jobsite, I wonder what the hell has gotten into me. I’ve never been the type to jerk-off in the middle of the day, let alone while I’m on the clock. But fuck if hearing Sydney get off over the phone didn’t give me the push to complete the day’s work with one less added distraction.
Now the countdown is on for when I can make her come again in person. Seems I’ve found a new addiction to keep me occupied for the time being—but the question is, will I be able to give her up when the time comes?
Chapter 17
Sydney
Javier: I have a feeling I could entertain you more than your stupid conference.
The text from Javier comes through just as my first session is about to start, and I don’t miss how knowing he was thinking about me in that moment makes a smile build on my lips.
Me: I don’t doubt that. Guess you’ll just have to show me what I’m missing when I get back.
I shoot off the text and then turn my phone on silent, willing my mind to focus on the presenter of my first session. Byron signed me up for this conference months ago, and back then I was eager to attend.
That was before I had a sex-friend as a distraction.
On the drive down here for the conference, I kept replaying the events that led me to this point, wondering how I ended up with a man from my past that has me questioning my future—not in the way where I think Javier and I would end up together—but more as in, how have I managed to go through my life at this point missing out on the type of comfort I feel with him?
I honestly don’t know him very well except for the fact that we went to high school together. I know he definitely grew up differently than I did and that’s part of the reason he had this disdain for me that I finally broke through.
But other than him living in the guest house on his sister’s property and working for Gibson Construction and Elite Gym, there are so many holes in his persona that I’m yearning to fill. And yet, when we connect physically, I feel as if I’ve known him forever—like he knows exactly what I need and can take, and I trust him to give that to me. I’ve never experienced that with any other man, even ones I was with for a long period of time. And now that I have it, it’s filling that void I felt growing recently, especially after my attack. Wasn’t that what I was looking for when I spoke to Ally?
Hours of legal jargon and note taking consume me until the conference pauses for us to feed our stomachs. On my lunch break, I check my phone to make sure I haven’t missed any important calls or emails, forgetting that Javier and I had a small exchange a few hours ago. And when I open his response to my message earlier, I can feel the pink in my cheeks develop as I swallow hard.
Javier: I’m going to have your ass so red and your voice so hoarse from screaming my name that sitting at your desk and doing your boring job is gonna be painful, but you’ll love it because I gave you three orgasms before.
A flash of his handprint marking my ass and the promise of multiple orgasms has me clenching my thighs together, but I pick up on a detail in his text that makes me pause.
Me: As much as that promise makes me itch for our next meeting, I’d like you to know that I actually love my job.
The three little dots pop up on the screen as I wait for his reply.
Javier: What made you want to become a lawyer? What is your
