Double Dare(73)

So I hummed happily as I typed away, smiling from ear to ear as my keyboard clattered. It was all good. Nothing could wreck my good mood.

And sure enough, a message popped into my inbox just as I finished the last document.

Come by, it said. I’m waiting.

I almost jumped out of my chair with eagerness before forcing myself to take a few deep breaths and keep calm. Don’t be such a puppy! I warned myself. Nick’s done a lot but you don’t want to look like a silly lap dog licking his hand.

Except at this moment I was ready to lick any part of Mr. Martin, any part that he’d let me touch. So trying to look normal, I smoothed my skirt and let myself into the women’s restroom again. As usual, no one was inside and I made my way to the handicap stall, pressing the release for the hidden door. Impressive, I thought, peering inside. Nick’s already installed the new lights, it looks great in here.

And practically skipping through the maze I swung open the door that led to the private bathroom. Sure enough, the billionaire was waiting for me in the small space, pulling me into his arms, dropping kisses on my neck as I leaned into that big body.

“Mmm, my best girl is here,” he murmured into my skin. “Fuck, you feel good.”

And I giggled, pressing my curvy body against him, practically gluing myself to that hard frame.

“I’m glad you fixed the lights,” I teased coyly. “That was quick.”

He groaned into my neck.

“Don’t want you falling over and tripping,” he replied. “Can’t have my best girl laid up and unavailable.”

And I just cooed.

“Is that your toolbox?” I asked coyly, looking up at him through my lashes, grinding my hips a bit against his hardness.

And the big man threw his head back and laughed, showing off perfect white teeth. Because the question had two meanings. On the one hand, I was referring to his package, the rigid shaft pressed against my belly, hot, pulsing, ready to go. But on the other, there literally was a toolbox in the corner of the bathroom, shiny and made of red metal. I figured he’d used it to change the bulbs in the passageway, it was probably filled with nuts and bolts and all sorts of handy items.

“Does that box look familiar to you?” he whispered in my ear, nuzzling my neck. “Does it ring a bell?”

I threw it another glance. Nope, it looked completely normal, like something you’d pick up at a hardware store.

“No, why?” I asked. “Is there something I should know?”

He laughed again, amused.

“I just thought since you’re an expert with sex toys, you might recognize it.”

I flushed then.

“Oh I get it, you keep your toys in there right? It’s not filled with nuts and bolts, it’s filled with X-rated stuff, right?”

The big man hummed in my ear.

“You’ll see little girl. Or more accurately,” he said wickedly, “you’ll feel.”

He started pulling away from me to reach for the toolbox but I didn’t let go of him immediately. Instead I draped both arms around his neck, keeping him close, my little mouth determined.

“I wanted to tell you,” I whispered against his lips, looking deeply into his eyes. “That I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done. The car service, the apartment, the job, everything.”

And the big man chucked me under the chin.

“Glad you like it,” he rumbled. “Because you were too far away in the Bronx. I live at the Meridien too, you know,” he added with a sly smile.

I gasped again. Oh my god, I’d be living in the same building as Nick?

And he nodded, reading my mind.

“That’s right baby girl. Your apartment is right next to mine and I’ll be knocking on your door to borrow a cup of sugar soon,” he said with a grin.

I positively melted then.

“My sugar’s all yours,” I purred, rubbing my breasts against his chest, positively mashing myself into his big frame. “Come as often as you like.”

And the big man groaned then, his hand slipping between my thighs to test my cunt, feel the wetness there. But before we got too carried away, he turned back to the toolbox and said, “I do want you to use this thing.”

Confused, I shook my head.

“Use what?” I asked, perplexed.

“The toolbox,” he replied. “You didn’t think I was just going to fuck you vanilla, did you? No baby girl,” he added, touching the tip of his finger to my nose. “That’s not the name of this game. The tool box is going to take your pussy and fuck it hard as I watch.”

I pulled back for a moment, confused. What? How?

The big man laughed again, the sound emanating from his deep chest.