Page 37 of Lies You Told
“I figured you would be going. Are you taking anyone?” He asks, and I realize now that he's nervous. It’s not a look I’m used to seeing on him.
“Kieran, he usually comes with me to these things.”
A confused look comes over his face. “I thought…”
“Kieran is my friend.” Is all I say. I don’t want to say more while I'm in the office. “We’ll talk later?”
“Count on it.” He turns around and makes his way to my door. “Chloe?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t do anything about that ache between your legs.”
Just at the mention, my body reacts.
21
JAX
Leaving Chloe needy and wanting in her office was torture for both of us. I understand the need to show everything is as it was a week ago between us. It doesn’t mean I have to like it.
I walk back to my office. I can't believe our firms and our homes are so close to each other. Was I distracted during the whole deposition? Yes. Would I change anything? Abso-fucking-lutely not!
Having to control my hard-on, though, was harder than I thought (no pun intended).
I pull up my calendar to see what I have to deal with for the rest of the afternoon. A ping goes off on my phone. I’m surprised it’s from Chlo, but not in our usual chat. She messaged me from the app. Using the ClubHS private message.
CL: I need a release!
JH: Delayed gratification is hot.
CL: Not when you’re wet and not wearing any underwear.
I laugh. Literally out loud, my assistant looks at me through the glass, confused. When I press the button on the side of my desk, the top half of the glass wall is frosted. Frosting the whole thing seems pointless to me. It‘s better than standing up and closing a set of blinds.
JH: Show me! I want to see how needy you are.
CL: IMAGE
CL: IMAGE
CL: IMAGE
Fuck! I can’t take my eyes off the three images. Each one showed her arousal, her fingers just breaching her opening. I call her immediately.
“Remember the rule.” I can hear the huskiness in my voice.
“You said nothing about touching, just that I wasn’t allowed to cum. We need to extend that to you, too.”
When Chlo plays, she plays to win.
“I think that’s only fair.”
“That includes the shower.” I hear her laugh, and I know she doesn’t do it often, so it makes me happy that I’m able to elicit a reaction from her.
“You could always stay the night next time.”
“What, to service your morning wood?” I hear the amusement in her voice as her keyboard keys click in the background.
