“No!” she said in a hushed tone, though her pussy begged to differ.
Nixon lifted himself up on his arms. Arching a brow, he placed both hands around her neck and squeezed.
“Oh, no… Oh, no!” He thrust in her, over and over. Squeezing… releasing… Squeezing again…
“Cum… NOW.”
She exploded, the combo of the tension on her neck, his pelvis bumping into her clit, and the way he fucked her proving simply too much. She tried with all of her might to squelch her screams of ecstasy. After she’d climaxed, he rolled off her and hightailed into the restroom, closing the door behind him as if he hadn’t done a damn thing wrong.
That son of a bitch!
She stared at the phone, wondering if she should simply hang up and run away in shame. Or perhaps she was lucky, and Goldie hadn’t heard anything? She took a deep breath and brought the phone to her ear.
“Heeeeeey, Goldie, how are you?” She feigned a yawn.
“Hi, sweetheart. I see you have company, so I won’t keep you but I just wanted to check in with you, make sure you were all right. I got your text tonight that your meeting didn’t go well. I just got home myself, so I wanted to call. I hope it’s not too late.”
“Oh, no, not at all! Thanks so much for thinking about me. I, uh…” She fingered her hair out of her face. “I went out tonight with Nixon and we came back to my place. I am feeling okay, you know? It’s… I don’t know, like you said, I just need to think this through. I’ve never had this happen to me before though I know this isn’t anything new for some people.”
“We’ve all had shitty things happen, but I know you will fight for this case because you’d already worked so hard on it. Not only that, it’s the principle of the matter.”
“Exactly.”
“All right, well, I will just give you a call tomorrow. Maybe we can have those drinks soon since you had to miss lunch.”
“For certain. I would love a drink and some laughs with you!” They both giggled.
“Cool. Well, goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Goldie. I’ll speak to you soon.”
“Oh, one more thing, Yasmine.”
“Yes?”
“You are busted. I heard it all! A man who can make you orgasm on command is a keeper. Toodles!”
…And then, the call went dead…
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Dinner and Developments are Served…
Nixon removed his dark sapphire suit jacket, placed it over his leather office chair, and sat down. He propped his legs on his desk and reflected on his day, completely exhausted. He proceeded to take off his matching blue tie, fold it, and lay it gently on his desk. To burn off nervous energy, he’d worked out twice that morning, smoked a joint, drank a Red Bull, ran on the treadmill and ran circles in his mind, too. The past week had been full of long meetings, with a few more to go. He had a slew of spreadsheets, PowerPoint presentations, and well-timed jokes to draw a smile when needed.
He had appeared in multiple court hearings to observe and help a newbie lawyer at their firm. Those were the worst. They dragged out unnecessarily and seemed to never reach resolution. There was also the quick ride to the hospital to visit a client who was now in ICU, fighting for her damn life. He’d argued with another lawyer who didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground and had a shitload of documents to go over, but for right now, they’d have to wait.
But there was always a silver lining. At least, that was the bit of inspiration he’d jotted down on a scrap of paper that morning.
‘Look for the silver lining in an otherwise fucked up day. Somewhere, something good happened. It’s up to you to find it.’
He looked through his photos on the phone, focusing on several pictures of him and Yasmine. They’d both been quite busy with work, but they made one another a priority, managing to meet up here and there. A lunch at one of his favorite Japanese spots, a matinee movie, and even a quick meet up for coffee earlier that morning, sealed with a kiss before they raced off to their respective offices.
He paused at one photo of her. She was naked from the waist up, the sun streaming on her face, illuminating her neck and breasts. He had admired her so in that moment.