The Man Who Has No Sight - Victoria Quinn Page 0,64

thumbnail of the view showed her naked on the bed, her fingers between her legs. It was just over five minutes long.

I got hard in my slacks so goddamn fast.

I scrolled up to hide the video from my screen and quickly texted back. I won’t watch it until tonight. I’ll let you know how much I like it then. I turned my phone on silent and slid it into my pocket. I had to put that image of her out of my mind fast because I didn’t want to go up there with the outline of my big dick noticeable…and it would definitely be noticeable.

I was a regular guy who liked sex, but she turned me into a bedroom fiend. I loved sex more now than I had in my twenties. It was on my mind almost every time I looked at her. I liked her in lingerie or buck naked. There were times when I wanted to fuck her violently, and other times when I just wanted something slow and gentle. In the morning, I got off quickly then left the bed like it was no big deal. But my sex drive had definitely increased now that I had a long-term partner, and from a scientific standpoint, I couldn’t really explain it. When I had casual sex, I enjoyed it and it was easy. But with one person, it was much better, even though Cleo wasn’t necessarily doing anything different from the other girls. There was an unidentifiable component there.

But I didn’t dwell on it because I needed to focus right now—and not on my dick.

The eight of us sat together at a table, finishing off the last bottle of wine as we talked and laughed into the night.

A part of me wanted to run to my bedroom so I could watch the video Cleo sent me, but I was having a good time, so I stuck around, swapping stories with my colleagues, sharing laughs, really socializing.

It was one of the only nights I was actually with my team. Dr. Hawthorne was beside me, drinking more than she usually did. Her personality became more outspoken as the alcohol spiked in her blood. Then she settled between a good buzz and drunkenness.

The night ended when the restaurant closed, so we left and entered the lobby.

I was excited to get back into my room. The wine hadn’t dulled my enthusiasm. I expected to beat off to that video at least twice. I got into the elevator with everyone, and one by one, people got out.

My dick was hard in my slacks because now I couldn’t keep it at bay. In just a few minutes, I’d have the privacy of my suite with a fully charged phone, seeing my woman in my bed, touching herself while thinking of me.

I grew uncomfortable with the size of my dick but didn’t adjust myself because it might be obvious. It was just Kathleen and me, and once she stepped out and the doors were closed, I could do what I wanted.

The doors opened, and she looked through her clutch, as if trying to find her room key. “Do you mind walking me, Deacon? I’m just really…unorganized right now.”

The last thing I wanted to do was be a gentleman and help her to her room right now, but I wasn’t an asshole to a colleague, so I just did it. I stepped out and walked with her down the hallway. “I drank too much too.”

She managed to get to her room without swaying or falling in her heels, but her posture wasn’t quite as perfect as it usually was. She stopped in front of her room and continued to dig through her clutch.

“Can I help?” I took it from her and fished out the card. It’d been put in the back, where she kept an old library card.

She smiled. “Thank you, Deacon.” She took the card from my hand and placed the clutch under her arm. “I’m not usually this confused, I promise.”

“I know, Kathleen. Don’t worry about it.” I turned away.

“Deacon.” Her hand went to my arm.

I turned back to her, suspecting something was wrong, like she was about to be sick or something.

But she just stared at me, her eyes moving to my lips.

What the fuck was happening right now?

Then she moved in and tried to kiss me.

I turned away and stepped back, unable to believe that had just happened. I started to suspect it might happen once she looked at my lips, but