A Time for Hope (Lexi, #3)(38)

“You need to find a hobby D, one that utilizes your time better than watching me perform inane tasks.”

D jumped into the driver’s seat and fastened his own restraint. “I’m not really a hobby kind of guy, Lexi. Besides watching you perform inane tasks beats watching Dan get jacked off so as I see it, despite the pain in my ass, I’m still coming out on top.”

“Well I can’t argue with that.” I rested my head against the window as he started the car and pulled out into traffic. No really, there should be some kind of Geneva Convention against anyone having to witness that. I was astounded I had gone as long as I had without seeing Dan in all his glory. I knew it was only a matter of time. With a tour looming, the chances were exponentially increased, but catching any kind of glimpse of Dan’s cock was not something I was looking forward to. Ughhhh. I shuddered. Thank god Power Station didn’t do tour buses.

The only benefit (I was really trying to find a silver lining) to being “driven” to work was that it allowed me to sort through emails or make phone calls before walking in the door. It also gave me a feel for how my day was going to be and it looked like today was going to be slightly less intense than yesterday. Kim Kardashian was spotted in South Beach with a new bikini so our “loved up” photos had been lowered on the priority scale against Kim’s ass. My phone buzzed idly by my side as DarNell pulled in front the office building.

“Lexi Reed,” I answered absently, not bothering to glance at my call id.

“You left without saying goodbye.” I couldn’t tell if Alex was upset or just merely stating a fact.

“I didn’t want to wake you.” I tossed my iPad into my handbag as DarNell stepped out of the car and walked around to open my door. “I blew you a kiss.”

“I like it when you blow me, kisses or otherwise,” Alex chuckled. Today is definitely an improvement from yesterday.

“Well we can explore otherwise later.” I slung my bag over my shoulder as I waved goodbye to DarNell not wanting to end my call to Alex.

“You leave, I expect a call up.” DarNell warned as he got back into the car not giving me a chance to reply.

I rolled my eyes as I mouthed, “Whatever.” DarNell refused to drive off until I’d safely entered the building.

“So what time you coming home?” Alex asked, his voice hopeful.

“Alex I just got here. I would say don’t expect me home anytime soon.” I pushed through the glass door and entered the spacious lobby.

“Didn’t you just agree to explore otherwise? You can’t just get me hard and leave me hanging.”

“If you are hard then you’d no longer be hanging.” I smiled as Henry from accounts waved hello and walked over to over to greet me. Great, it’s not that I didn’t want to be social but I didn’t think this conversation was one I should be having in earshot of my colleagues. “I’m busy. You might need to handle it yourself.” My heels clicked along the marble floor as I made my way to the elevator, Henry not far behind.

“Would it turn you on to know I’m stroking myself right now.” Alex slowly exhaled.

My pulse rate kicked up a few notches. Yep this elevator ride was going to be interesting to say the least. I guess he was teasing me for not waking him before I left.

“Hi Lexi!” Henry held open the door to allow me to step inside.

I gestured to the phone and nodded hello as the metal doors closed in front of us. Henry gave me an apologetic silent “sorry” in acknowledgement.

“I would say that is affirmative.” I cleared my throat as I pressed the elevator button for my floor. The temperature in the enclosed area rose slightly.

“Mmmmm baby, I remember how tight your hand was wrapped around me last night,” Alex continued. “Are there people in the vicinity? Is that why you are being so cagey?”

“Yes, I’m on my way up to the office now, should we set up an appropriate meeting time and we can continue this later?” I glanced to my side as Henry continued to smile at me. Damn Alex! I was at work and as much as I wanted play, I really wasn’t in a position to do that right now. Especially seeing as I had an audience.

“I would say right now is appropriate seeing as my hard cock is already in my hand. I would hate to see a good erection go to waste.” I could hear how much he was enjoying it both the pleasure he was giving himself and the fact he was teasing me.

“Yes, however I can’t give that matter the attention it deserves. Perhaps this conversation could be more mutually beneficial later?” I asserted. Translation, you are getting me all kinds of worked up so let’s continue this later where I don’t have to end up all bothered and frustrated.

“Did you want to touch yourself baby? You want to touch that beautiful * of yours while I stroke my cock? Mmmmm that makes me even harder baby.” Alex moaned as he continued (I assumed) to stroke himself. The thought of his cock in his hand instantly made me wet.

“Yes, that is indeed the proposal I am bring to the table. So you see another time would be better.” I struggled to sound business-like so as to not arouse (interesting choice of words given the situation) suspicion that the nature of this call was less than professional.

“I’d like to lay you on a table and spread your legs wide so I can lick you baby, watch your pert little pink nipples bounce as you writhe with me between your legs.” Alex whispered, teasing me further.