Page 41 of His Reward
Malcolm returns with an all-clear.I enter and shut the door, then toe-off my ballet flats.
“Did that Wally guy—the landlord—get back to you about the installations?”he asks.
I free my hair from my scrunchie, and the relief is immediate and immense.I massage my tender scalp while I answer his question.
“He said it’s OK to change the lock as long as he gets a copy of the key, but he doesn’t want you to put up a camera.”
I head for the loveseat, sighing as I sink into the cushion’s soft embrace.The weariness in my body after work is only ever noticeable when I sit.Malcolm removes his shoes too, then comes closer.He remains standing, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Did he say why?”
I wave my hand.“Something about it being aviolation of privacyfor the other tenants.”
“What violation?This is the last unit on this floor.The camera will point at the wall opposite the door.”
“I guess he means it’ll pick up people walking through the hallway to the rear exit.”
He scoffs and shakes his head.“He’s a fucking joke.We’re in a major city and this property lacks protection.He needs to update the main entrance with a modern security system, put up exterior cameras, and fix the one in the lobby because I don’t think it’s working.”
“You’re not going to believe this next part.”I scowl when I remember Mr.Wolsey’s sanctimonious tone over the phone.“He doesn’t like that you moved in either.He says it’s against his religious beliefs for an unmarried man and woman to live together in his property.”
The look on Malcolm’s face could freeze the Great Lakes.
“It’s a good thing the law doesn’t give a flying fuck what he believes.”
I snort, though the displeasure on his face makes it clear he didn’t intend to be funny.It feels good to be in solidarity with him.Mr.Wolsey got on my nerves too.He didn’t seem as upset about the intruder as he did about the solutions to protect myself.
“He hung up on me after I told him it’s illegal for him to discriminate against tenants based on religion.”
Malcolm takes out his phone.“Give me his number.I’ll get in touch with him and sort this out.”
His expression and tone of voice reminds me of when he said he’d have a chat with Kevin if the police didn’t help in time.I share Mr.Wolsey’s contact information with him and he pockets his phone.
“Go wash up.I’m gonna get dinner started.”He starts to turn away but pauses when I stand with a wince.“What’s wrong?”
I wave away his concern.“The store was busy and I was on my feet for most of the day.Wearing flats the whole time didn’t help either.”
“Do you want a foot rub?”
Do I want one?Hell yes.I’ll be a puddle of bliss in his strong hands.Should I get one from him?Hell no.His hands on my feet, rubbing and squeezing and kneading while I groan in pleasure seems like the start of a porno.As a matter of fact, I’m one hundred percent certain it’ll lead to something highly inappropriate between us again.
“Uh… no.That’s OK.”I drop my gaze and back away from temptation.“A hot shower will do.”
In the shower, I fantasize about how things would’ve proceeded if I’d accepted his offer.It would start out innocently, his capable fingers finding all the sore spots in my feet and massaging away the ache.He’d slide his hands up my calves and thighs.Soon, his face would be between my legs again, his wicked tongue offering a whole different kind of bliss.
Stop thinking filthy things about him!
I can’t stop.My fantasy becomes the memories from last night, pelting my mind like the spray of water on my body.What stands out is that moment as he knelt over me, rubbing his erection over his boxers.It was so big and so hard, it strained against his underwear like it would rip through the material any second.
I was wet and ready for him, and I saw the hunger in his eyes.Why didn’t he take what he obviously wanted?It would’ve been easy for him to pull himself out and slide into me.
My pussy tightens around the phantom feeling of Malcolm’s thick cock inside me, filling me deep.I slip my fingers between my legs, pushing two of them into me, just the way he did last night.
His fingers were bigger and better.
Ashamed, I pull my fingers out and pat my cheeks hard.Get it together.I had the water on lukewarm, but I turn it to cold as punishment for fantasizing about fucking my dad’s best friend.
Done with my shower and dressed, I’m greeted by a delicious scent when I leave the bedroom.Malcolm stands by the stove, stirring the colourful contents in a large pan.
