Page 3 of Until You’re Breathless (Insatiable #1)

Bowie

H is phone pings that he’s got a message, but I barely hear it, with his heavy breathing in my ear.

The heat sends shivers down my spine, but there is no mistaking that his pace slows, and his focus is split the second the ding reverberates through the room.

“Baby, I’m almost there.” I whisper to him, feeling myself climb.

His cock tells me that he’s almost there, too, but he speeds so fast, throwing me off my rhythm.

Seconds later, he shudders and grunts, and his seed spurting inside me normally throws me over the edge, but this morning, it’s different.

“Boston, I...” I trail off, half wanting to tell him that he didn’t bring me home, but half concerned for why his mind is elsewhere. We’re transparent with each other about everything, and I know that he’ll tell me what’s on his mind. I just wish that he told me before we made love.

Expecting him to start talking, I back off, not worrying about the fact that my needs were not met.

“Is it Mackenzie?” I ask, wondering if it’s our connection to the Ford Motor Company, whom we’ve been back and forth with.

It’s somewhat of a back door approach, I’ll admit, but it’s our edge against our competitors.

Boston walks to his phone, still fully erect, still panting, but the look of concern still crosses my face.

“No, it’s not.” He says, turning his back to me, also turning his phone off. “Sorry, baby. I need to take a shower.”

“Who was it?”

“Fucking spam. Same number that’s been pissing me off for weeks.

” He says dismissively. And he’s not wrong.

The same phone number has been harassing him at the most inopportune times since last month.

Although this is the first time that it’s interrupted us during sex.

It’s nothing for Boston or myself to drop everything when our phones ring.

That’s the life that we signed up for when we started this business.

“I’ll let Helga know to dig around and get you taken off their call list.” I sigh, mentioning our office manager. “Go get showered. I’ll make breakfast.”

We’ve got a long day ahead of us and I can’t stand starting one on an empty stomach.

It's an itch that needs to be scratched. But something else needs to be scratched, too. As Boston walks into our ensuite bathroom, I can still feel my pulse humming between my legs. I could join Boston in the shower, but I already know that his mind is elsewhere now. My battery-operated friend sits in my nightstand drawer. Boston is well aware of it, since it’s used often with us, but in circumstances like this, it calls for a solo job.

Laying on the bed, I part my legs and grab my pink buddy, rubbing it along my clit, sliding it inside me, trying to keep the groans quiet.

The bathroom door is closed, so he can’t hear me, but still.

It feels so good it’s almost too much. My back arches against the mattress as my pulse sings through my veins, bringing me to the edge quickly.

One hand squeezes my nipples while the other controls the vibrator, and in minutes I feel myself over the edge again, only this time way deeper, way more satisfying, and I come like thunder with the warm silicone gadget planted deep inside me, while the tiny nub teases my clit, giving me dual pleasure.

I cry out, letting myself feel it fully, and just in time.

The water in the shower stops flowing, as I come down.

My clit pulses happily as my insides calm, and I place my friend back in its spot, quietly closing the drawer.

As I slip my robe over my shoulders, I feel pleased and satisfied, with one hell of an appetite.

We’ve made it a rule to travel to the office separately, and we don’t have lunch together, unless it’s with the office crew.

Keeping a healthy distance is the glue that keeps our relationship intact.

Boston is in our home office, and I can hear him talking to our head engineer.

I’ve got a meeting with the finance team in an hour, so I head out before him, not bothering to interrupt to say goodbye. My phone rings on Bluetooth as I drive to the office. “Jinny. I’m just on my way in.”

Jinny is my best friend and our head of Human Resources.

We went to high school together, lost touch, and then reunited by accident at a club when Boston and I were celebrating an anniversary.

We were in the ladies’ room together and I needed a tampon.

She came to the rescue, but only after I held her hair up while she puked in the sink, since all the stalls were in use.

She gave up drinking since then and started earning six figures working for a large company, but when we opened our doors and offered her better treatment and a better overall package, Jinny was offered something that she couldn’t refuse.

She’s been on vacation with her mother for the past two weeks, returning just yesterday, and we talked about catching up at the office today.

“Good. I’ve got coffee so don’t bother picking any up. Boston’s not here yet.”

“No, he’s on the phone at home.”

“See you in a few.”

When I arrive, she’s in my office, which is only two doors down the hall. “God...sunscreen...ever heard of it?” I chuckle, observing her golden-brown skin. She’s fair like me, so her with a major tan is a little jarring for me.

“Jealous much?”

“You went away with your mother.” I point out.

“You do know my mother, right?”

Her mother bought us our first condoms and vibrators.

And she took us to the bar for the first time.

Her mom is the only mom on earth that would allow us to have sex, drink, and even smoke marijuana in her house, and she left us unattended hundreds of times, so that we could have unchaperoned parties, even though having her around would be akin to having just another girlfriend present. “Fine. You had a good time I take it?”

“Fabulous time. You and Boston should consider taking a vacation. It’s good for the soul.”

I roll my eyes. “The last vacation we took together was ten years ago.”

“That wasn’t a vacation. You were scoping out another plant.”

“Touché. Still. It was just us.”

Jinny sits in the leather guest chair as I close the door.

Helga knows to only interrupt me for emergencies when my door is closed.

Meetings are generally in the boardroom, but when my door is closed, I’m usually ankle deep in something that deserves my undivided attention.

“So, tell me all about it.” I say with a sigh, sitting at my desk chair.

“I met a guy.” She brags.

“Yeah? Did you get laid?”

“Several times. He’s a fucking god. I never came like that before in my life.”

“No shit.” I mutter. My sex life with Boston is fine. It’s nothing like what it was in high school, but then, neither are our hormones. And we’re both so busy with work, this morning was the first time in weeks, and even at that it was interrupted. “Are you seeing him again?”

She waves. “Na. It was just a fling. Plus, he’s from Spain. Doesn’t speak a word of English. But his body language said enough.”

I wince. “Gross. What did your mother do while you were having multiple orgasms?”

“She was having them, too. She met someone in our cabana and that was the end of it. We barely saw each other. Best vacation ever.”

I chuckle. “Only you two could pull that off. I’m glad you took her. It seems that if you took me, we might have been off in the corner, playing Euchre.”

A flash crosses her eyes.

“What?”

She sits up higher in her chair. Her expression changes.

The teasing, playful look in her eyes is gone.

Jinny is a master at being serious. And she’s also a whiz at justly reprimanding errant staff and weeding out the ones that aren’t worth the time.

The woman is a marvel at reading people, too.

She knows the second that she’s in a room with a person, just what kind of a person that they are.

It’s an art. It’s a gift. And she’s got it. “I met someone else there, too.”

“Yeah? A guy?”

“No. A girl.”

“Don’t tell me you had mind blowing sex with her, too. Or was it a threesome?” I wouldn’t put it past her.

She ignores my comment. Her face is set. “I thought about it all the way home.”

“Thought about what? How to smuggle your Spaniard friend into the states?”

Her expression remains. “I went over this in my mind, when would be the best time to tell you, and I decided that it’s now or never, with this deal hanging over us.”

Jinny likes to joke around, but I know the difference. She’s not kidding. I can feel my stomach start to clench. “What’s going on?”

“I was sitting at the bar, waiting for my friend, when this chick comes over and asks the bartender for a drink for her friend. When I looked back, there was a table with a bunch of ladies, all wasted. I thought nothing of it, until they started to get really loud, and one of them made a toast.”

Normally, Jinny doesn’t have long-winded stories, so I know that every detail is meaningful and leads to something. I listen intently, waiting for the punchline. When it comes, I nearly vomit. “What was the toast?”

She swallows and looks at me, like she’s about to tell me the true meaning of life. “They were thanking some guy named Boston for paying for the trip.”

I tilt my head, wondering if I heard right. “What do you mean?”

Lifting a hand, indicating that there’s more, she proceeds.

“I went over there and played dumb, you know. Since they were all wasted, it was pretty easy to pump them for information. I made like they got the name wrong and were naming a state. But one of the silicone queens said, and I quote, ‘Boston Kruger’. She proceeded to brag that the guy is a millionaire, and he paid for her boob job and the trip, and other things that she couldn’t pronounce. ”

My nostrils flare. “Did you get the bitches’ name?”