Isabel was doing Lake’s hair when I left. Lake, in a white silk robe, was smiling down the hall at me and I gave her something similar back. The shitty thoughts were fighting their way to the front of my brain but I refused to indulge them on Lake’s birthday, so I left to meet Oz at The Pike for a drink before dinner.
To my surprise, Ana from the Times was there. She was already smiling at me by the time I noticed her sitting next to Oz at the bar. It was a full house and as usual, mostly regulars and businessmen from the area. Several that I recognized crowded around Ana at the bar. They weren’t the ones who hit on the waitresses but tonight, they were hitting Ana and her tight, nude dress with dated pick-up lines they must’ve used before getting married however many decades ago. I laughed when I approached because I could tell she’d done herself up on purpose tonight and I couldn’t deny that she looked like a bombshell. Her hair was different and the charm on her necklace dipped right between her pushed up cleavage. It wasn’t a work outfit for sure.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” I said, letting her pull me in for a hello kiss on the cheek. Always hated those but I let hers go.
“No? I’ve only been emailing nonstop with my only assignment for you.”
I squinted for a second. “Shit, right.” I had seen and opened her email but never got to reading it like I told myself I would.
“Unlike you to forget,” she remarked, narrowing her eyes. “I’ve never seen you anything but on point.”
“I’ve had some distractions,” I smirked at the thought of the specific one that had kept me from Ana’s emails. I had opened it after waking up to the sound of my shower running. Lake and my sex the night before had gotten her sufficiently hot and dirty but I’d refused to let her shower after. I pinned her to the bed as she laughed and struggled to get away, moaning that she felt sweaty and sticky. I watched her cheeks flush and her tits shake under me as she shrieked and tried to wrestle free. Obviously sprung a second hard-on after that, which we put to good use. She was out like a light after round two. I wasn’t surprised that she’d woken up and made a beeline for the shower. By the time I got to Ana’s email, she was coming out of it and without a towel because the cleaning staff hadn’t been in for a week. She held her tits together, covering her nipples with one hand and shielding down below with the other. “I don’t understand the point,” I laughed. She said it was just habit. “That’s ridiculous. Stop.”
“No. Where are the clean towels?”
“I’m not even sure I have any.”
“You don’t have clean towels? Don’t you take like, three showers a day?”
Generally two. “I haven’t had cleaning come in because you wanted just us two in the house.”
She giggled. “True. I’m sorry then. Will you forgive me and find me a towel? My hair is long and wet and you don’t have a blow dryer because you suck.” Her soaking hair dripped nonstop onto her soft skin, running fine streams down her gorgeous tits and dripping water from her hard nipples to her thighs. Even if I had the towels, there was no way in hell I’d give up that mindblowing sight. “Seriously, Callum. I need one or I’m going to be wet forever.”
“My cock doesn’t object.”
She snorted. “What, am I just going to walk around naked and wet all day?”
“Yes. I dare you.”
“Yeah?” She grinned, obliged and then proceeded to make it just about the best morning of my life.
We went about our usual routine but Lake did her part naked. The shy, blushing, lip-biting phase of the game was amazing – especially the part where she ran down the stairs holding her bouncing tits – but there was something insanely hot about watching her get used to it, walking around the house, making breakfast and reaching for plates in high cabinets without one thread of clothing on. I checked emails and made calls for work but never went more than a couple minutes without looking at Lake, watching and grinning like the world’s dirtiest fucking pervert as she walked around naked with increasing comfort.
I was in the midst of an important call with my operations manager in Dufftown when Lake came into my office with the planner I’d left in the kitchen. She handed it to me and I forgot to mouth thank you as my eyes raked over her body from head to toe. She smirked, gave me those eyes that said she’d just thought of dirty little idea, and then took that time to tease me as I spoke on the phone, getting on her knees, taking out my hard dick and giving two wet, torturously quick strokes before popping up and daintily waving goodbye.
Whatever my guy was saying on the other end was as good as gibberish to me.
And Lake knew she was in for it when I hung right up.
Her giggle was a shriek as I held the base of my shaft with one hand and caught her by the waist with the other. In one motion, I pulled her back and straight down onto my cock, sliding right in thanks to her soaking wetness and swelling rock solid in a second flat. But Lake took over from there. I just sat back, watching in awe as she christened the office chair in reverse fucking cowgirl. I flicked my stare back and forth between her over-the-shoulder gaze and the view of her incredible ass and smooth pussy slamming down on my dick. She had me feeling like a goddamned king and it didn’t stop even when I came. Lake went and ran a towel under warm water after and I called my guy back as she cleaned me up, kissing my temple, my cheek and when I wasn’t speaking, my lips.
It was a ridiculously hard call to get through.
But I’d gotten through it. Ana’s email, however, went forgotten about.
“Damn. If looks could take a girl’s clothes off,” Ana smirked.
I knew I looked surprised at her remark. Behind her, Oz looked at me with a face that said whoa, dude. Whoa.
“I’m not sure what face I made but I apologize.”
“I’ll accept if you tell me about her. She must be a special lady.”
Behind Ana, Oz cocked an eyebrow and rubbed his beard theatrically as he too waited for my answer. I smirked and shook my head. If I couldn’t explain my relationship with Lake to Oz I sure as shit wasn’t going to do magically it with Ana Hale from the Times. Unfortunately, and to my annoyance, Oz chipped in for me. “She’s named after a body of water and it’s a complicated love-hate relationship.”
I shot him a look. He looked deeply amused with my irritation. Ana perched her sharp chin on her shoulder and looked over at him. “Do go on, Mr. Tate.”
“I don’t know much but she’s a beautiful lady and she distracts this fellow here quite a lot so forgive him if he’s a little off his game.”
I shook my head at him when Ana looked back and he made a face and a gesture that said I’m just trying to help. “I think it’s time to change the subject.”
Ana touched the tip of her tongue to her teeth. “Ooh. Did I touch a nerve?”
“Not at all.”
She clucked. “Too bad. I was hoping to touch something.” Christ, she was hell-bent on keeping the conversation suggestive. I gave her a faintly quizzical look that she simpered at. “Journalist in me. We like getting our subjects a little hot and bothered. Makes for a better story,” she winked and held her hot stare on me. Whatever expression I was making seemed to encourage her. “Can I talk to you in private, Callum?” she asked suddenly.
I grabbed the glass the bartender finally set in front me. “About the article?”
“Sure.”
I took a drink and nodded behind her at Oz, who’d begun flirting with the new waitress. “We should let him know to join.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “Let’s not. Why don’t you bring me upstairs to that VIP room? It should be nice and quiet there.”
I glanced at my watch. “I’m actually due at dinner in about a half hour. I was hoping to do one round, get out and be on time.”