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Like that was really a thing. If it was, I would have gone to him two fucking weeks ago and had him dose me every day. As it was, the last time I tried one of Fox’s new herbal teas, I was shitting myself for aweek. But it would be worth it if I didn’t have to feel so hopelessly attracted to a woman I could never have.
“—only need one team for this mission,” Cash said, drawing me back to the present. “It’s a four man job, which means Jerrod?—”
I jumped up, interrupting him at once. “Ooh, me! I’ll go. Send me with Thumper’s team.”
“Thanks for the volunteer,” Thumper grunted.
“I need you here working on a special assignment,” Cash shook his head.
“Give it to Rae,” I argued. “When was the last fucking time I asked you to put me in the field?”
“Yesterday,” Cash deadpanned.
“Okay, but before that?”
“The day before yesterday.”
Man, this guy just wasn’t cutting me any slack. “Alright, when was the last time I asked and you actually put me in the field?”
Yeah, he didn’t have an answer for that. I willingly went wherever he told me, not arguing with the assignments I was handed. I even suffered through working with Rae when needed. And she loved nothing better than to fuck with me on a job. But I still did it.
“Boss, you gotta give me this one.”
“Yeah, let him have it, boss. The man has blue balls,” Slider spoke up.
“Yes!” I pointed at him. “They are blue, and very large.”
Cash held up his hand. “I think that’s about all we need to know about the state of your balls. Still?—”
I shoved my seat back and undid my pants, shoving them down my thighs for everyone to see the tragic state I was constantly suffering from. Everyone’s eyes widened as they leaned in closer, checking out just how bad it was. I wasn’t shy by any means, not when it came to this situation. I was a man in need, and if they didn’t understand how dire the situation was, I had no problem proving it.
Cash cleared his throat, his eyes dropping to his paper. “Thumper, your team has lead on this one. Take Dash with you and…do something about his situation.”
“Strip joint!” Slider cheered, but he was the only one.
I pulled up my pants and buttoned them, then took my seat again as if nothing had happened. Everyone looked away from me as an uncomfortable silence filled the room.
Cash sighed, tossing down his pen. “What the fuck was I talking about?”
22
LAURA
The moment Dashwalked out the bedroom door, I went through my usual routine of waiting to hear the front door close. I laid still, listening for any unusual sounds that might indicate he was veering from his normal morning rituals. But then the telltale snick of the front door carried through the house and I threw the covers off and ran to the window.
He didn’t waste any time leaving this morning, which was perfect for me because I was in desperate need of release, and the shower wouldn’t do today. Normally, it wasn’t this bad, but in the middle of the night, I woke up with Dash wrapped around my body, his thick cock pressing against my very thin silky shorts. The moment I tried to wiggle out of his arms, he thrust forward and his cock bypassed the fabric and slipped under the leg opening of the shorts to my very warm, very wet and throbbing pussy.
Pussy.
It wasn’t a word I normally used—not because I was a prude, but because I always figured that was more of a guy word. But over the last two weeks, I came to realize that pussy was the exact word that described the throbbing hot mess between my legs. I could hear himwhispering it in my ear at night, telling me he wanted to slide his thick cock between my legs and show me how much I was missing.
Okay, he never actually said that, but when I got myself off every morning, it was his voice I heard in my head.
I ran over to the dresser, opening the bottom drawer where I stashed my favorite vibrators. I had considered putting them in the nightstand, but that seemed a little obvious. I didn’t want him assuming that I used them on a regular basis.
The pink one was my favorite, with ten speeds and four different vibrations, there was never a time that Master Luke failed me. Yes, I named my vibrator Master Luke after using it the first morning after he left me writhing under the sheets in desperate need of a man’s length shoving inside me. I figured it wasn’t really about Dash since I wasn’t calling out his name when I came. Luke could be anyone. There had to be at least ten other men named Luke in a thirty mile radius.
It was the little lies I told myself that made it easier to sleep at night. Well, that and a good orgasm, but I hadn’t been getting my fix of those since I started sharing a bed with Dash. Not until he left at precisely 6:45 every morning. Then I ran off to my dresser and grabbed Luke and shoved him in my coochie until I was singing praises to the only man who had never let me down.