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“Craig.”
Fuck. I opened them again. Foster gave me a crooked smile and added a third digit. His fingertips grazed my prostate, and I cried out. I was on the edge of coming but grateful for the excuse to look away.
But then his cock replaced his fingers and there was no escaping the feel of him entering me and surrounding me with his body. Foster pulled my legs down so they hung over his hips as he knelt on the bed. I had no leverage to move; all I could do was feel him thrusting his cock into me and dragging it out again, meeting my prostate with every stroke.
One of his hands collected my balls, but I was dying to feel his touch on my cock. “Please, Foster. Jerk me,” I pleaded. I tried to push off the mattress with my shoulders to make him go deeper, but he held me down.
“Look at me.”
I obeyed, and he rewarded me with a firm grip on my shaft. He still had some lube on his hand, and enough precome had leaked out to ease his way. One, two strokes and I was done. As I clenched around him, he pulsed inside me, hard and hot. “Yes!” I shouted.
Foster pulled me up, and we clutched each other close in the aftermath. He sucked on the skin behind my ear, and I pressed a kiss to his shoulder. After a few moments Foster finally extricated himself. I let him go with a moan, and he rolled off the bed to deal with the condom. I wanted to tell him not to worry about cleaning me up or anything, but I couldn’t be bothered to get any words out. The post-orgasm lassitude was strong.
I heard the water running in the sink, so I let myself relax down into the mattress. I was halfway to sleep when Foster came back and cleaned me up. Oops. I grunted my thanks, which made him chuckle. Soon he spooned behind me and I knew no more.
Chapter16
Craig
A week later,Monday brought yet another employee issue. Around 2pm I walked into the office where Greg was waiting. Nate, one of our daycare attendants who I’d retrieved from the yard, followed me inside. I gestured toward the guest chair and took a seat at my desk. Greg got up and brushed past Nate to shut the door.
“Sorry, Greg. I should have gotten it.” As if we hadn’t choreographed that little move so Greg could use his super-sensitive nose.
“No worries,” he said, returning to his seat. He gave me a little shrug with a head shake. Dammit, that would have been too easy.
I turned to Nate. ”Sorry to pull you away from work,” I said. “Hopefully this won’t take too long.” Well, I was probably setting a false expectation, but I didn’t want him to get defensive too soon.
“No prob. Whatever you need.” Nate leaned back in the guest chair, perfectly relaxed. Well, okay then.
“So a few minutes ago, one of the front desk team members told Melanie they’d smelled marijuana in the restroom. She checked it out and came to tell us. We all agreed it smelled like marijuana in there.” Nate didn’t react.
Greg took over. “Craig and I pulled up the security cameras, and you were the last one in the restroom before the person who notified Melanie. Did you smell anything when you were in there?”
Nate made a serious thinking face. I had a hard time not laughing.Do not look at Greg. Do not look at Greg. “No, I don’t think so.” He shook his head slowly.
“Huh,” Greg commented. “It’s just that on the camera we noticed you were in the restroom for over ten minutes, and when you went in there you were carrying a slice of pizza with you.” Greg and I had ordered pizza for the team’s lunch since they’d been working so hard this week.
“Oh, right. It’s quieter in the restroom, you know? I like to eat in there.” Okay, sure. And, ewww.
My turn, “So, Nate, I’m sorry, but I have to ask since you were the last person in there. Did you use marijuana in the restroom at work today?” Why can’t employees wait until they clock out? Why?
“Oh, no. I don’t use drugs.” Greg and I waited a beat. I was about to respond when Nate held up a finger. “Oh!” he said dramatically. “But my mom does!”Okaaaaay. “And sometimes she wears this jacket while she smokes.” He patted the front of his Bark & Purr windbreaker.
“Oh, um. I… see.” I kept my eyes locked on Nate. Dammit, I couldnotlook at Greg; I’d lose it.
Greg recovered faster. “Well, Nate, unfortunately since you were the last person in the restroom, we have to require you to take a drug test. But it sounds like you won’t have any problem passing. We’ll pay you for the rest of your shift today, and you can come back to work as soon as we get the results and you’re cleared.”
“Sure, whatever you need.” I couldn’t believe how relaxed he still was. Although, maybe I should’ve believed it, considering the marijuana he’d smoked.
Greg’s face was blank, when I could control myself enough to glance at him. But he wasn’t looking my wayat all, so I knew he was about to burst out laughing. I took over for him. “Nate, Greg’s going to drive you to the clinic, since we can’t let you take your own car in case you are under the influence.”
Nate was completely agreeable to this plan. As soon as they left, I allowed myself a few moments ofwhat the fuckbefore I got back to work.
As I finished checking my email, my cell phone rang. Foster. I couldn’t help the burst of happiness that rose within me at the sight of his name on my phone screen. Wow, I had it so bad for him. I felt no panic at the thought, only that same comforting, bubbly feeling.
“Hey, how are you?” I asked warmly when I answered.
“Oh, it’s been quite a day,” he said. His voice was tight and clipped.
