FALLING FOR MR J

Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

When my eyes finally snap open, I'm panting. I'm gasping for breath, feeling the pulse between my thighs. I'm so needy right now. I have to ease it. I'm still with that dream in my mind. So I relieve it by grabbing one of my favourite toys from my bedside drawer. Right away, I go to it and ease that ache. Sadly though, I find myself still unsatisfied and go again. Unfortunately, I don't think it'll ever truly satisfy me. No, because I want him to touch me. I want his hands touching my body while making me his. While still lying in my bed and still relieving myself with my toy, my phone buzzes.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! Not now, damn it!"
I'm building to find my release again when I see an unknown number. To which I stop in my movements. Now I'm second-guessing myself. Should I answer it or not? It could be the gallery, but it could also be a trap. But then I remember, he doesn't have this number either. So I pick it up and accept the call.

"H-hello," is all I said. A little too breathlessly.
"Hello, Miss Honey? Am I speaking to Miss Lacy Honey?"

Oh lord, it's him. I know it's him, with the sound of his voice. My brows nip together though, wondering why he sounds worried.

"Yes, it's me. Who is this?"

I know who it is. I just want to stall him. At least until I can catch my breath. Hearing my name on his lips is not helping at all.

"It's Mr Beezman from Beezman's art gallery. I was just calling to congratulate you, you've got the job. I mean, if you still want it?"

He goes quiet before asking again if I'm okay. Of course, I am. I'm more than okay. I'm also still with my toy inside of me. So with hearing his voice, it's causing stuff to happen. I end up moaning just a little because of it. Shit!

"Oh. Oh, wow... Yes, of course, sir.
Wow, thank you so much. Y-yes, I want it. I truly want it so much. Thank you, sir, when do you want me? I mean, to start. When do you want me to start?"
He cleared his throat and then tells me he's outside waiting for me now.
"I'm sorry. I know I've not given you much time to prep, but I'm off to visit a museum in town they want to do a deal. So I was thinking you could come with me. You know, to see how I operate. I'll wait, of course, so you can get dressed. I-I'm not interrupting anything, am I? You sound a little preoccupied. I can call back or I'll see you at the office tomorrow first thing."
He attempts to say more while sounding a little pissed too. Nevertheless, I tell him, I'm not busy.

"Only can you give me about half an hour to wash and dress, please? I promise I won't take too long. Since having my hair chopped, it doesn't take as long to wash now."

Christ, he didn't need to know that! He just chuckled down the line and said, "I'll be waiting. Come quickly though. Our slot is in an hour, and I don't wish to be late."
When he ends the call, I cum again. Holy mother! Just hearing his command pulls at my insides. I liked it so much that I moan out his name.

Almost three-quarters of an hour later, I'm walking out my door with a cereal bar in my mouth, and after locking up, I turn to see him. He's there, leaning against his sleek silver BMW. He's standing there dressed in a pressed grey suit. It's one with his big arms folded over his big chest. Oh lord, he's looking very much the powerful man he is. I'm looking at him, checking him out. I see him grinning and then realise, my breakfast bar's in my mouth.
Bollocks! I quickly remove it and walk towards him. I then pull on my grey duffel coat. It's my favourite one, with beautiful redlining. I realise he's looking at it with a grin on his lips again. I'm about to ask him why he's grinning when he tells me we match. We do. I'm wearing my grey pencil skirt with my black opened toed heels. A white blouse and my coat.