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Be a goddamn professional, the angel on my other shoulder hisses. You have a reputation to uphold.
“Doesn't really seem like Libby's thing, darlin',” Theo drawls, coming to stand beside her.
“Oh, please, Libby?” she pleads, steepling her fingers in a praying gesture. “Please say you'll come?”
“I— alright,” I concede, shocking myself and, from the looks of it, Theo as well.
Chapter Four
Theo
Buttoning up the monkey suit Alyssa begged me to try on, I can't get the stunning florist off my mind. She's a firecracker, but that shouldn't shock me given her dark auburn hair and iridescent blue-green eyes that sparkle with mischief.
She was witty and goddammit, I'm charmed. I've always liked women who could stand toe to toe with me in a lively debate. In reality, Libby Bloom is nearly a foot shorter than my six and a half feet, though I can just imagine her grabbing anything that she could climb on to bring her to eye level so we can debate the issue at hand before we fucked like bunnies to work off the passion that sizzles between us.
Just the idea of sinking my hands into the flesh of her curvy thighs as she drags her nails over my skin has my cock hardening behind the suit pants.
“Theo? Are you done yet? I can't wait to see you in this suit!” Alyssa calls from the seating area beyond the slatted changing room door.
I cannot leave this room with a fucking hard on for my friend's new florist. The enormous tent in the trousers would scar Alyssa for life.
Clearing my throat, I call out, “Be out in a minute,” before dropping onto the bench seat.
“Hurry up!”
I try to think about headlines I've seen in the news lately, the sad puppies in those adoption commercials, my ex-wife's betrayal. Anything to get my dick to calm the fuck down so I can show aalyssa how ridiculous I look in this getup.
When nothing works, I slowly work the zipper down, sighing with relief when my cock has more room to expand. Palming him through my boxer briefs, I hiss when the slightest pressure touches the head, and I know what I have to do.
Praying there are no hidden cameras back here, I work the pants and my underwear down my hips, grasping my cock firmly in one hand when it springs free.
Silently, I squeeze, applying firm pressure as my hand moves up and down my solid length, imagining it's being sheathed in a hot, wet pussy that is so tight it's almost painful.
Unbidden, blue eyes and a crooked smirk spring to mind, my hand clenching in reflex. The new pressure sending a bead of precum spilling over the crown.
Opening my hand, I use it to lubricate my hand so it glides more readily over my sensitive cock. I've never been this hard or this desperate for a release.
“Goddammit, Libby,” I grunt quietly as I work myself over, imagining flogging her with roses before bending her in multiple positions as we hurdle toward our releases.
The idea of palming her tits and staring up into her iridescent eyes as she rides me in front of a roaring fire has my balls drawing up and the base of my spine tingling.
My cum spurts out seconds later, landing on the dress shirt I neglected to remove in my haste for release.
“Theo! Don't make me come in there and get you!” Alyssa threatens loudly. A chuckle from a few rooms down echoes throughout the space and I wonder for the first time if someone heard me.
Stripping out of the ruined white dress shirt, I pull on the pale pink option Alyssa sent into the room with me, hasily buttoning it up and throwing open the door to a pacing Alyssa.
“Ohmigod you look so handsome!” she squeals, clapping her hands together excitedly. “Spin and let me see how it fits in the back,” she orders, twirling a finger when I stand there staring at her.
“Twirl, Theo,” she demands, whistling when I finally do as she asks. “Damn, that's a tush!”
I whip around, glaring at her as she doubles over, leaning on her knees as she wheezes with laughter.
“Oh, Theo, I'm only teasing.” Tears are streaming down her face as she stands upright again, looking me over with a critical eye.
“You went with the pink shirt instead of the white? she questions. “Any particular reason?”
“Oh, I um…” I sputter, refusing to provide her with the real reason.
