to get in the way of all of that pleasure.
But I’d felt more pleasure rubbing Willow’s legs than chasing Synra or attacking her body with orgasms. I was seriously fucking screwed if I couldn’t enjoy sex anymore.
I liked sex. I was good at it. Fuck, who was I kidding? I was great at it. I was never at a loss for sexual partners. Usually, I had women waiting to beat down my door if I had the odd evening when no one was scheduled.
Almost five days have passed since I was with Synra last. It was fucking unheard of. No wonder my brain was all muddled and foggy. I had a critical buildup of sperm clouding my thinking.
My mind went back to Synra. And I’d worn out my potential bed partner for the evening. Fuck.
I made it back to my apartment, walked into my bedroom. Ditching my clothes, I headed for the bathroom. The shower. I had to wash away this disastrous day. From my body, from my mind. I needed a fucking reset.
I checked my phone before I got in the shower. I had a missed call and a new voicemail. I stabbed the button for the voicemail, not recognizing the phone number.
“Hey, friend,” Willow’s soft voice poured out of my speaker.
My breath caught in my chest.
“I'm still pissed at you for being so gross. But you also seemed pissed when you left, so I was just calling to see if you made it home okay. I had to get up to pee because I downed a whole glass of water before calling it a night. Thanks for that, by the way.”
I could almost hear her rolling her eyes and glaring at me through the phone.
“You’re still minus points, and don’t think you’re going to just waltz through and scoop them up easy peasy. Anyway, just calling as a friend. A good friend would call me back and let me know he got home safely. Happy sleep.” The call ended.
I hit the little phone icon by her name before the voicemail system could run through its options.
“’Llo?”
Shit. I looked at the clock. Winced. “It’s me. I just got your message. I made it home safe. I think that puts me back up to at least zero. Go back to sleep.” I held my breath, waited.
“You okay?” she asked. Her voice was husky, her words slurred together slightly.
I imagined that’s what she sounded like after an orgas-athon. Get your mind out of the gutter and be a good friend. I nodded. “Yeah. Now I am. Seriously, go back to sleep. We can talk later.”
“’kay. Happy sleep, Ten,” she breathed.
I smiled. "Good night, cupcake.”
Her breathing evened out over the line. “Cupcake?” I whispered.
She made some kind of noise.
Chuckling, I hit the disconnect button and dropped my phone on the vanity. Getting in the shower, I thought about her. Her body. Her legs. Her feisty mind that demanded my full attention. I almost groaned as I got hard thinking about her.
I thought about jerking off. About pumping and dumping. Something stopped me. Her face floated through my mind again.
With a sigh, I hurried through the rest of my shower. Drying off, I got another pair of boxer briefs on. I tipped myself into bed and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
Chapter 27 – Willow
“Chase, you’ve got a visitor,” Tali called from the door.
I looked up at the clock over the oven. Shit. I hadn’t planned on losing that much time to baking. I grabbed the hotpads and pulled the cupcakes from the fiery depths of the oven. “Let him in, Tali. Thanks,” I called.
I eased the cupcakes from the pan and settled them on a cooling rack. I still needed to get the frosting put together. Hopefully this affidavit nonsense didn’t take too long.
I turned around and eyed my official visitor. He was one of those guys who was utterly forgettable. Poor thing. “Come on in. Can I get you anything to drink? Dom should be here soon.”
The DA’s assistant tugged at his tie. “No, ma’am, but thank you. It sure smells good in here.”
I smiled. “Thank you, and please call me Willow. I’m not old enough to be a ma’am yet.”
He smiled politely as he set his briefcase down on the high top counter section of the kitchen island. “What are you making?” He gave a dramatic sniff of the room.
“Cinnamon cupcakes with vanilla buttercream frosting. They’re for a friend.” I waved at the collection of bowls and utensils