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“My turn,” she says. Her once sky blue eyes are now brimming with something dark and all I can do is look up at her.
I am a dominant man in the bedroom. I call the shots, I control the orgasms and it’s not over until I say so. But something about the way Izzy is staring down at me, a fire in her stare, it has me numb. Like I can’t move. Like she is Medusa and I am slowly turning to stone.
One part of me is without a doubt rock fucking solid.
Izzy drops to her knees in front of me and undoes my belt. Then she slides the zipper down and my cock liberates itself from my slacks. Izzy lets out a low, wicked laugh. Then, shetakes me in her hand, pumping only once from sack to head and lowers her mouth over me–
Deeper, and deeper, and deeper.
She gags a little, but not enough to pull back. Instead she gulps, the sound audible in her throat, and she swallows hard.
“Goddamn…” I groan, leaning back against the bed. My entire body clenches against the tightness of her throat, the friction of her tongue, and the soft, sweet pressure of her lips wrapped around my dick.
My. Fucking. God.
She is good at this. Better than I’d ever imagined.
In and out she slides me with her hand still firmly at the base of my cock. Her lips nibble at the skin as the tip of her tongue traces up, up, up the shaft until it stops at that gloriously sweet spot. She traces the rim of my head with her tongue, and it’s just enough to edge me over and over again.
My hips rise up from the bed, driving my cock deeper into her mouth but Izzy doesn’t seem phased. She just pumps her hand harder and faster.
“Shit,” I grunt, reaching for her head so I can fist her hair in my hands.
Izzy pumps faster, sucking hard enough that I can feel my precome pooling in her mouth. And then, like a roman candle, everything releases. I cry out, my head falling back and my entire body jolting until finally going limp.
When I am capable of opening my eyes and looking down at her, Izzy is smiling. She wipes her lip with her thumb and smiles. Then she swallows hard and I swear to God, it’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
I kiss her multiple times before heading into the office. I want to make sure that I have access to what I need so that when it’sgo time, there won’t be any hang ups. Izzy is reluctant to say goodbye but I promise her that I’ll be back as soon as I’m done and we can go to sleep in the safety and security of my condo.
After scanning my badge at all the necessary doors, I am able to get inside. Everyone, including the janitor, has gone home for the night. Other than Liam, I am the only one with a badge that will unlock every room in the building. On occasion, Rose has used Liam’s badge too, but only when he has her doing his dirty work for him. Other than that, I’m the only one he trusts.
After seeing to it that none of the laptops have changed passwords, I go to my own office to check on things. I haven’t been in since I’ve been quote unquote “Working from home” as I told Rose, I want to make sure everything is as it should be. I’m sure Liam wasn’t happy about me not coming in today. At the same time, though, we haven’t spoken much since the golf match. The distance is probably a good thing.
I close the blinds, push my chair in slightly more than it was, and tidy up the desk a little. I’m about to leave, but I stop.
There’s an envelope on the corner of the desk.
I narrow my eyes and pick it up. It’s medium sized, manila, and unmarked.
“The fuck…?” I whisper, turning the prongs and opening it. Inside there are photos, printed on glossy eight by ten. They’re pixelated and I need more light to make out what, or who, they’re of.
When I flip on the lamp, I stop. My stomach bottoms out. They’re pictures of the coffee shop. Pictures of restaurants. Pictures of the gym and the park and the front of Izzy’s townhouse.
Pictures of us.
“Fuck,” I let out, flipping through them.
Meanwhile, the words how, who, when all race through my mind.
When I come to the last one, my heart stops all together.
It's from the Rockies game.
It’s a photo of us in the stands.
Kissing.
On the Jumbotron.