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Authors: M. Mabie
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to do. That only stoked my anger. Of course he would, he wasn’t quite at the fucking hundred-dollar mark.
I gave Reagan the side eye. What a weasel.
Mercifully, my con-artist cab companion told the driver, “You can drop me off. The money is yours.”
I sat back and crossed my arms, praying we were close to his building.
Heaven smiled, and not even a block later we were pulling over in front of a high rise we’d already passed three damn times .
The clock still ran, and he didn’t move.
“Get out, Reagan. I’m tired.” I refused to look at him. New city or not, I didn’t need to be friends with an asshole who manipulated me into talking with him.
He faced me once again, and in my periphery, I saw his hand on the door handle. I huffed when he didn’t get out.
“Please, look at me,” he said, his voice gentle and apologetic. It was a little too coaxing, too familiar, for my liking. As if he’d known me for years.
He doesn’t know shit about me.
Still, I wanted him out of the car so I could get on with my night. The sooner, the better. I didn’t want to do what he said, but I did it anyway with a mocking leer.
“You’re interesting. Here’s my card. If you happen to get the job, or if there’s anything I can do to help with that, give me a call or shoot me an email. I haven’t been myself tonight, and I apologize.”
He placed the card on the seat between us, and my hand reached out to pick it up. As soon as my fingers touched the paper, he had my hand in his, lifting it to his mouth. I should have yanked it away, but I was on a mistake streak and evidently couldn’t break it.
“It was a pleasure meeting you.” His lips kissed the top of my hand. “I hope you get the job.”
He calls this pleasure?
Then, he got out of the car.
The driver pulled away before he was even through the doors.
“I’m going to 2923 North Racine Avenue,” I instructed the driver so that he would reset the time clock for my trip.
“He already told me the street and paid me an extra hundred to get you there. I’m supposed to make sure you’re inside before I leave.”
I sat back.
Some men really were control freaks. I laughed to myself at the lunacy of it all.
A handsome, infuriating control freak he was. Who’d made sure I was warm and paid for my cab ride. The sexy prick.
Janel and Ives were still up. I knew they would be. He had his head between her legs when I walked into their bedroom, something I was no stranger to seeing.
It had been a long time since I’d been with a man and a woman. In Los Angeles, I usually found myself in the arms of two men, David and Clint, another couple I knew, but even that had been a while ago.
I loved having sex with two men. I enjoyed being something they shared.
Although, when I’d first waded into the poly lifestyle it had been with Janel. We’d find a man and share him. Something about it clicked for me, and the more I learned about it, the more I finally fit somewhere.
I made eye contact with Ives as he pleasured his wife. The visual was so erotic. Half the reason I loved having multiple sexual partners at a time was that I loved observing so much.
It was different than porn. It was real sex—right in front of you.
Janel, naked and bared to him, in her own world with a man who knew his way around with his fingers and tongue. She didn’t even know I’d come in.
I stripped bare in their bathroom with the door open and slipped into the warm bath they’d drawn for me, no doubt before they got started in my absence.
I watched them make love as I touched myself, and although it wasn’t uncommon for me to fantasize about other lovers even while I was with two, I thought about someone new.
Someone who pretended to have the world wrapped around his little finger.
As Janel rolled on top of her husband, and she finally noticed I was there, she gave me a delighted smile from the bed as she started riding him.
I didn’t end up joining them that
I gave Reagan the side eye. What a weasel.
Mercifully, my con-artist cab companion told the driver, “You can drop me off. The money is yours.”
I sat back and crossed my arms, praying we were close to his building.
Heaven smiled, and not even a block later we were pulling over in front of a high rise we’d already passed three damn times .
The clock still ran, and he didn’t move.
“Get out, Reagan. I’m tired.” I refused to look at him. New city or not, I didn’t need to be friends with an asshole who manipulated me into talking with him.
He faced me once again, and in my periphery, I saw his hand on the door handle. I huffed when he didn’t get out.
“Please, look at me,” he said, his voice gentle and apologetic. It was a little too coaxing, too familiar, for my liking. As if he’d known me for years.
He doesn’t know shit about me.
Still, I wanted him out of the car so I could get on with my night. The sooner, the better. I didn’t want to do what he said, but I did it anyway with a mocking leer.
“You’re interesting. Here’s my card. If you happen to get the job, or if there’s anything I can do to help with that, give me a call or shoot me an email. I haven’t been myself tonight, and I apologize.”
He placed the card on the seat between us, and my hand reached out to pick it up. As soon as my fingers touched the paper, he had my hand in his, lifting it to his mouth. I should have yanked it away, but I was on a mistake streak and evidently couldn’t break it.
“It was a pleasure meeting you.” His lips kissed the top of my hand. “I hope you get the job.”
He calls this pleasure?
Then, he got out of the car.
The driver pulled away before he was even through the doors.
“I’m going to 2923 North Racine Avenue,” I instructed the driver so that he would reset the time clock for my trip.
“He already told me the street and paid me an extra hundred to get you there. I’m supposed to make sure you’re inside before I leave.”
I sat back.
Some men really were control freaks. I laughed to myself at the lunacy of it all.
A handsome, infuriating control freak he was. Who’d made sure I was warm and paid for my cab ride. The sexy prick.
Janel and Ives were still up. I knew they would be. He had his head between her legs when I walked into their bedroom, something I was no stranger to seeing.
It had been a long time since I’d been with a man and a woman. In Los Angeles, I usually found myself in the arms of two men, David and Clint, another couple I knew, but even that had been a while ago.
I loved having sex with two men. I enjoyed being something they shared.
Although, when I’d first waded into the poly lifestyle it had been with Janel. We’d find a man and share him. Something about it clicked for me, and the more I learned about it, the more I finally fit somewhere.
I made eye contact with Ives as he pleasured his wife. The visual was so erotic. Half the reason I loved having multiple sexual partners at a time was that I loved observing so much.
It was different than porn. It was real sex—right in front of you.
Janel, naked and bared to him, in her own world with a man who knew his way around with his fingers and tongue. She didn’t even know I’d come in.
I stripped bare in their bathroom with the door open and slipped into the warm bath they’d drawn for me, no doubt before they got started in my absence.
I watched them make love as I touched myself, and although it wasn’t uncommon for me to fantasize about other lovers even while I was with two, I thought about someone new.
Someone who pretended to have the world wrapped around his little finger.
As Janel rolled on top of her husband, and she finally noticed I was there, she gave me a delighted smile from the bed as she started riding him.
I didn’t end up joining them that
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