As we pull up to the office, I can see Garrett’s already here. We’re running about thirty minutes late, and I still have on the same dirty clothes as yesterday, but I have a fresh pair of jeans and a T-shirt in my truck. I grab them before we walk inside together. “This should be interesting,” I mutter, opening the door for Darby to walk in front of me.

Garrett’s is in his usual spot, behind his desk with his feet kicked up doing who the hell knows what. “Morning,” he says, taking a sip of his coffee and not even looking up.

“Morning, boss,” I reply and head toward the bathroom to change.

“Hey, Garrett,” Darby says.

I have one foot in the bathroom when Garrett opens his mouth. “Same clothes as yesterday. Interesting.”

I spin around, ready for the barrage of questions, but he just gives me a shitty smirk. I disappear, letting Darby handle the aftermath, or at least, I hope she is. I change quickly, throwing my dirty clothes in my duffel bag, but not before sniffing her scent first.

Here’s where it hits me, as I get a big whiff of sex and Darby’s juices that are smeared all over my clothes. It’s like a ton of fucking bricks too. I like Darby. I’ve always liked her. But she’s never been attainable because of the whole lesbian thing and all, so I never let my mind wander there. But now it’s there, with her scent surrounding me and overcome by the knowledge that she loves my cock.

Now, what the hell am I going to do? I do the only thing I can. I store my duffel bag on the shelf above the toilet and head into the office like nothing happened and it’s just another day at the office.

Darby’s typing away on her computer and Garrett’s staring at a piece of paper, ignoring me. I think everything’s normal. I buy into the fact that maybe Garrett’s head is so far up his ass that he doesn’t even realize that Darby and I spent the night together.

But then he sets his paper down, turns to me, and asks, “How were the redheads?”

I’m taken aback by the question and don’t answer right away. My eyes slide to Darby, and she’s staring at me from behind her computer screen. I don’t know how to answer the question. Do I lie and say they were amazing, or do I come right out with it and say that I never even got a taste because I was too busy banging the ever-loving fuck out of Darby? I’m really fucked either way.

“They were amazing,” Darby says, answering for me when she sees I’m struggling.

“Did they taste as good as they looked?” Garrett asks, finally turning his attention away from me.

He has a smarmy grin on his face as he waits for details. I turn too, completely interested in what Darby’s going to say because there’s no way in hell that I’m going to speak up.

“A girl never kisses and tells, Garrett. You know better than to ask,” she says to shut him down.

“Fine. Chaz? You’re a pig like me, so I want the details.”

“Well, they were…” I trail off just as Hunter walks through the door, saving me from having to answer the question.

“Sorry I’m late. Cybill was up all night with the baby, and I wanted to give her a break. Where are we on the job in Palm Harbor?”

I grab my phone and type out a message to Darby as Hunter and Garrett discuss the megamansion in Palm Harbor that, thankfully, I’m not working on.

Me: We’re keeping us a secret, right?

I don’t even know if we’re an us, but I can’t think of another way to put it without sounding crass.

Darby: Yes.

She answers my question, and I’m perfectly okay keeping everyone else in the dark. It’s none of their business who I’m fucking or if I’m an us. I wonder if it’s not us, but really only me, with beautiful Darby using me for my magical cock that she can’t see to get enough of.

* * *

All day, I smell her. It’s like her scent has invaded my system, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it from taunting me. Every movement, every inhale, hell, even sitting still, I smell her. The memories of her bouncing on my cock like a porn star replay in my mind and leave me in a bad way.

I’m sitting on the couch with my cock in my hand, jacking off like I haven’t come twice already today and enjoying the last of her smell before I hit the shower. I’m just about to come and my legs are straining, chasing the release with me, when my phone beeps. I glance down, still stroking myself, and I see her message.

Darby: Hey, cocktastic. Interested in some pussy?

I’m almost there; it’s within reach, and she’s dangling that supersweet, extra tight pussy in front of me. I groan as I release my cock, but the thought of fucking her sends a shiver down my spine.

Me: Cock’s waiting. Better hurry. :)

Darby: I’m two miles away.

That message tells me volumes. Not only was she my booty call, but she was already on her way here to jump on my dick and have her way with me. I catch a whiff of myself and wish I had time to shower now before she gets here, but it’ll have to wait.

There’s a knock on the door before I even have a chance to pull up my pants and shove my cock back inside. “Come in,” I yell over my shoulder. I’m not sure I can walk to the door with my pants down around my ankles, especially with the raging hard-on I’m sporting.

When I hear her heels clicking against the floor and the familiar thunk of the door closing, I stand and turn to face her.

Her eyes widen, taking in my bare chest and my dick that’s currently waving at her like he knows he’s about to be the luckiest fucking thing on the planet. “I see you’re ready for me.” She licks her lips, zeroing in on the fine specimen jutting out.

I rub the back of my neck and pray I don’t fuck up the mood. “I need a shower. Want to join?” I arch an eyebrow and put my hands on my hips, giving her a better view of everything I’ve got.

She doesn’t speak, but she’s stripping off her clothes and walking down the hallway toward my bathroom, dropping each piece of clothing as she moves. “You coming?” she yells out, and I’m still standing at the couch like a freaking moron.

I waddle to the bathroom, tearing off my jeans before I fall flat on my face. By the time I make it to the bathroom, she’s naked and has the shower turned on, testing the water. This is my first full-body view of Darby naked in the bright bathroom lighting.

My mouth waters, and my fingers itch to touch her as I slide up behind her and cup her breasts. “I’ve been thinking about these all day,” I admit, and it’s the truth. Like most men, I’ve thought about her at least every few minutes, and not one of those times did she have on any clothes.

Darby wiggles her ass against my cock, and I moan my appreciation at the soft lushness against me. “You miss my cock, baby?” I murmur in her ear, plucking her nipples with my fingertips.

She arches her back, jutting her tits out and offering them to my hands. “I never thought I’d say it, but it’s all I could think about all day.”

“Welcome to the dark side.” I smile against her skin when she pushes her ass even harder against my dick and moans.

She turns and wraps her hands around my cock, pulling me inside the shower. The water’s hot, but man, what a visual as it cascades down her breasts, creating a virtual waterfall off her nipples and splashing near our feet. I fall to my knees and bury myself face between her legs.

I’m in heaven, and I already know I’m completely fucked.