How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,13
wedding. Taking on the role of best man came with a shit ton of work he wasn’t ready for.
Hell, half the stuff he did made me shake my head.
Then again, if I was going to think about weddings, I needed to look no further than to my right at Liam. That guy had been planning a wedding that his so-called fiancée wanted nothing to do with.
But at least he found love.
As for me, love came in doses.
Meaning…
As I waited for my drink, my eyes moved down the bar and I caught a dark-haired beauty looking my way.
There was my fun for the night.
I took Ashley back to my place after Jackson and Liam bolted early. I guess they weren’t enjoying watching Lincoln and I have fun.
Not that I could blame them to a point. They both had someone at home, waiting for them. Naked. Legs open. Have at it.
Then again…
Ashley was the same way.
Without the commitment.
I swung my legs off my bed and reached down for her clothes.
A strapless black bra and a black dress.
That was it.
These women not wearing panties were going to be the death of me.
I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.
I saw Ashley sitting on the edge of the bed, opening her legs, proving to me she wasn’t wearing any panties. Asking me if I saw something I liked. Sliding the front of her dress down, making my eyes move between her tits and pussy.
She made me dizzy.
Then I fucked her.
I didn’t expect the cuddling after we finished. And just as I was about to tell her to leave (in a smooth, romantic fashion - of course) she danced her fingertips down my stomach to my cock, wanting to know if I was ready to fuck again.
That was a question nobody needed to ask.
That was like asking someone if they were blinking.
It just happened without thinking about it, right?
That was my dick.
It was always ready for some fun.
Blinking. Breathing. Getting hard.
After another session between the sheets, she fell asleep, and just like that, I was having a sleepover.
Of course, by morning I would be out the door, with a note left for her to leave. I had already texted my cleaning woman to come early and kick Ashley out.
Cecily was the best. She cooked, cleaned, and kicked women out of my apartment.
I put Ashley’s clothes on the bed and stood up.
I saw the glow from my cellphone on the nightstand.
A call from Mr. Pickle.
It was three in the morning.
I made sure to answer the call.
“A little vacation, huh?” I asked as I stood at the counter with a glass of scotch.
“Why not? We both need to get out of the city.”
“Works for me,” I said. “You give me directions and I’ll-”
“I’ll do you one better, Cole,” Mr. Pickle said. “I’m going to send a car for you. Well, a big ass SUV. Luxury.”
“I like it,” I said. “Any chance it’s stocked with booze and women?”
Mr. Pickle laughed. “I like your thinking, Cole. I’ll supply the booze. But this is a BYOP event.”
“BYOP?” I asked.
“Bring Your Own Pussy,” he said with a chuckle.
“Ah, right. I have to bring someone for myself. Not a problem.”
“Cole, this is important here,” Mr. Pickle said. “I’m a man who likes his fun. You are too. I’m worth billions. Goddamn billions. I know you’re on your way up… I’m sure you could quit your job and never work again and be just fine, right?”
“Sure,” I said.
“All it takes is one fuck up to ruin it. What I’m trying to say is… I’m sure you have someone you can trust, right? Someone who will keep their mouth shut?”
“I know where you’re going. It’s fine.”
“Good. I don’t need some big-breasted blabbermouth fucking up our deal.”
“So… we have a deal then?” I asked.
“We’ll talk this weekend. At the cabins.”
“Cabins?” I asked. “Plural?”
“Of course,” Mr. Pickle said. “You get your own, Cole. I don’t need to hear you making some woman scream your name. And I’m sure you don’t want to know what I’m into when I’m enjoying time with a woman…”
I cringed.
For some reason I pictured Mr. Pickle wearing women’s panties getting his ass smacked with a paddle by some woman wearing a… never mind.
“I’ll be there,” I said. “I’ll bring company too.”
“Good man,” Mr. Pickle yelled.
He ended the call.
My go-to for this situation was Hannah.
She knew how to look beautiful. She kept her mouth shut when I needed it. She also kept her mouth full when I needed that too.