Page 35 of My Turn

Her blanket was thrown off to the side, giving me a view of her in just a pair of cotton underwear. I wanted to run my tongue inthe crease between her ass and thigh. It was right fucking there, calling my name.

Just a few days. Then, I would give us a proper introduction.

I left her there and went to the kitchen. Quietly, I opened the fridge and took out her coffee creamer. I returned to the hallway and peered through the door as I pulled my cock free. Just staring at her ass was enough to get me hard within seconds.

With every stroke, I imagined pushing deeper inside of her hot cunt. I pictured how her pussy would look wrapped around me, stretched until she was red and swollen. When I made her squirt for me, I’d drink every drop, then let her taste herself. Maybe I’d add that to her coffee next time.

The thought of her drinking her own cum made me suck in a breath. I positioned the carton at the tip of my cock and held it there until my orgasm faded. I set it down and dragged my index finger through the last bit of it on my tip. Taking a few steps into the room, I stared down at her while she slept.

I crouched beside the bed and softly traced her lip with my cum. Her brows pulled down before she turned to the other side. On my way out, I opened one of her drawers and pulled out a pair of her underwear. Next time, I’d return it and get hard from the knowledge that she’d be walking around with my cum between her legs.

After I returned the creamer to the fridge, I looked around. I tossed the chocolate in the air and caught it as I tried to decide where to leave it. I set out her favorite coffee mug and left the kiss beside it before I left the apartment.

I hated all Hershey’s chocolate, but she loved these. I wondered how many I’d have to leave before she finally decided to eat one. Stubborn little brat.

Chapter 14

Jayce

“Are you sure you can’t reschedule?” I asked.

There was shuffling on the other end of the phone, then Alana swore. “No, I’ll be fine, Jayce. I don’t need you to be there.”

“Beg to differ.”

“It’s fine. You can’t just rush back here anyway. If I feel like it’s going to kill me, I’ll give you a warning so you can say your final goodbyes.”

“Not funny,” I grumbled.

Patrick waved at me and I held up a finger. If I’d known that Alana would have to meet with the probate lawyer this week, I would’ve considered canceling this trip. It wasn’t really up to me, though. Even though I had nearly full control over my schedule, there were still some things that were required for my job. These goddamn meetings were one of those things. I had to be here for three days to discuss our projects with the people who paid for them. The work itself wasn’t bad; it was just tedious when I knew that Alana was struggling back home.

“Alright, just tell me how it goes.”

“I will,” she agreed.

After I hung up, I joined Patrick by one of the prototype helicopters. It wasn’t one of mine, but it was beautiful. I designed mostly higher end military equipment worth more than three of these. With that came more pressure from the men in suits who thought they were better than the people who spent countless hours making these things.

They were all corrupt, if you asked me. Whether it was corporations, the military, or the federal government, all of these rich pricks had their hands in places they shouldn’t be. When you got chummy with them, it didn’t take much for them to start blabbing about their less respectable enterprises.

“Patrick,” I greeted, taking his hand firmly.

“Mr. Weste, it’s great to see you again.”

“Jayce.”

“Right, of course. Your presentation in there was quite impressive. Not that I wouldn’t expect that from you.”

I flashed him a smile. “If I do something, it’s with my whole ass, not just half.”

He laughed and gestured toward the entrance. We started in that direction, meeting up with a couple other executives along the way.

“You all remember Jayce Weste,” Patrick announced.

“I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him,” one of the men said, holding out his hand. “Viktor Campe.”

He was wearing a suit that wasn’t quite as nice as the others but still probably cost nearly what I made in a month. He was newer- young, fresh blood. It was evident in the way he held himself and glanced at the others as if looking for their approval.

Taking his hand, I smiled at him. “I’m sure we’ll see each other occasionally, Viktor. They like to drag me to these things because I don’t choke up around all of you intimidating gentlemen. My pretty face doesn’t hurt, either. Don’t worry. I saw you looking.”

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