of where this thing between us went in the future, there was no way I could look back at having him in my bed and body without feeling a sense of pride and a bit of smugness. He made me feel like he was the lucky one to be with me, but I knew there was an entire nation of women—and men—who would kill to be in my place.
Salinger sighed at whatever nonsense my ex was spewing, but the sound turned into a low moan that finally shut Erik up as I used my tongue to lick around the sensitive rim that flared around the head of his cock. Salinger’s free hand found the crown of my head, and his fingers threaded through my hair. It wasn’t the first time I’d had his cock in my mouth since we started hooking up on the regular, but it was the first time I’d touched anyone in such an intimate manner while someone else was technically in the room. Erik would have an embolism if he knew I couldn’t and wouldn’t talk to him because my mouth was busy with other things.
“If she wants anything to do with your sorry ass, she’ll call you. Otherwise, leave Maren alone and focus on what you have going on under your own roof. Maren’s too nice to out you for being the asshole you are, but I’m not. I have no issue contacting the friends I have left in the press and leaking the fact that you’re harassing your ex-wife every chance you get, you washed up loser.” Salinger grunted, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of something Erik said or because I wrapped my lips fully around his length and lowered my head downward, taking as much of him into my mouth as I possibly could.
History taught me I couldn’t fit all of him in my mouth, so I always needed a hand free to wrap around the wide base of his erection. When the tip hit the back of my throat, my eyes watered a little, so the sight of my phone flying somewhere to the floor as Salinger tossed it was a bit blurry. His free hand reached for my face, and I felt his thumb brush along the curve of my jaw as my mouth moved up and down, sucking and slurping along the rigid length of his cock.
“That guy is such an asshole. I feel bad for his wife.” He grunted when I used my tongue to trace the heavy, throbbing vein that pulsed along the underside of his erection. “I feel bad for you too. You shouldn’t have to deal with him now that your divorce is final.”
I didn’t need anyone to fight my battles with my ex for me, but I had to admit, it was kind of nice to have a buffer for once. Not that my friends hadn’t tried to shield me from the worst of the blowback when Erik’s bad behaviors became public knowledge. There was something different about having Salinger here to defend me. I tightened my hand, where I held his most sensitive body part, and watched as his eyes widened a little in alarm. I pulled off the hard flesh that was in my mouth so I could tell him in a dry tone, “You’ve been in showbusiness your entire life. You know that the more high-profile the couple is, the longer they are tied together in people’s minds.”
Look at Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston. They’d been divorced longer than they were married, and Brad had moved on and married someone equally famous, but people still tied him and Jennifer together. It always annoyed me that it seemed like she couldn’t be mentioned without always bringing up him immediately as well, and it was a legitimate fear of mine that I would end up in the same situation.
“We’re going to be in the same situation if what we’re doing with one another becomes common knowledge.” It already took me a decade to get my name out of people’s mouths when they were talking about Salinger. If the general population found out we were sleeping together, I’d be tied to him and Erik until my last breath, and I could already see the judgment from people claiming I traded one playboy for another, even though Salinger was anything but.
He grunted when I lowered my head back to its previous position, swallowing him down and shifting my legs in anticipation as a