“That would be great,” I say.
I fish into my purse for a card, being extra careful not to pull out my panties. I hand it to Dave. He thanks me, and I wander off into the crowd. I text Denton.
“Done it. And scored a potential new client as I did it. You’re going to have to make them harder than this …”
My cock has been hard since the moment Robin sent me that photo. I thought my eyes would drop out of my head. I was expecting a shot of the actual panties, but instead, I got the most amazing pussy shot. The timing was awkward, to say the least.
I’m sitting in the back of my limo with a potential client who is talking about redesigning his vacation home. He must be starting to wonder why I am keeping a folder clutched so tightly in my lap. Even when we got out of the car I kept it held in place. Robin just drives me wild. I can’t help it. Just the thought of her pussy makes me crazy with the need to be inside of her.
The client’s vacation home is out in Beverly Hills, and it’s going to be one hell of a project if we win the job. I forced myself to focus while we toured the house and he gave me some ideas of the kind of things he was looking for: something minimalistic yet soft, not too unlived in looking, but not too feminine. Man, it was hard to concentrate on finishes and soft furnishings when I knew I had that photo sitting in my cell phone.
The drive out to Beverly Hills has given me an idea though. If Robin can’t be at home for Valentine’s Day, then I’m going to go to her. I can hardly wait for us to reach the client’s house so I can get him out of my limo. I have a need to take care of and then a few calls to make to make tomorrow night happen.
I’ve set Robin a fun challenge this time instead of a sexy one. I really don’t think I could handle another distraction right now. All I can think about is last night. How she came so hard she almost blacked out. How she felt wrapped around my cock. How she …
“Are you even listening to me?”
Oops. Nope.
“Yes, of course,” I lie. “I was just thinking about how to introduce some softness to your décor without it becoming too overly feminine. I was thinking maybe some silver-gray curtains at the windows.”
The lie appeases him and he smiles.
“That sounds great. I’ll just leave it in your expert hands. It sounds like you’ve got it all worked out.”
“I have,” I agree.
Another lie. I’m barely able to think straight at all right now. And I’ll now have to work in silver fabric at the windows to whatever design I go for. It looks like I’m setting myself challenges as well as Robin.
We finally reach the client’s home, and he gets out. I promise to get his proposal over to him by the end of the week. As soon as the door closes, I press the intercom.
“I don’t want to be disturbed,” I say.
“Yes, sir,” comes the immediate response.
I put the screen up and turn off the intercom. I open my zipper, finally letting some of the pressure off my cock. My cell phone vibrates in my pocket. I grin and pull it out. If only Robin knew the state she has me in.
“Done it. And scored a potential new client as I did it. You’re going to have to make them harder than this …”
I love how adventurous Robin is and how she’s up for anything. I smile to myself as an idea comes to me, and I tap out my reply.
“Call me once you’re done for the day. I’m going to make you come so hard. And no cheating. No touching yourself until I say you can.”
Her response comes in seconds.
“Deal. But you have to do the same.”
“Deal.”
Reluctantly, I zip my pants back up. It’s incredibly uncomfortable, but she’ll be more than worth the wait.
I shuffle around and adjust my pants a little bit, but it’s no use. There’s only one way I’m going to feel comfortable again, and I’ve just promised Robin I won’t do it. Trying to ignore the pulsing in my cock as I imagine Robin on her bed, naked, waiting to call me, I make a few calls of my own.
Within half an hour I have booked the Presidential Suite at the Beverly Wilshire for tomorrow night, and I have arranged a very special delivery for Robin.
Denton’s text message couldn’t have come at a worse moment. I am on my way into the ballroom, which has been converted into a lecture hall for us, as the text comes in. I feel an instant rush of wetness gush from me when I see what he has written. He wants to have phone sex with me.