Wrong Number

by R. L. Kenderson

  Using both hands, I cupped her ass and brought her as flush to me as I could before I exploded, emptying myself inside of her.

  All too soon, I withdrew from her body and pulled up my pants. I tried to find a light switch on the wall but didn’t have any luck, so I took my phone from my pocket and turned on the flashlight.

  Indy jumped off the counter and looked down her legs as what was left of her underwear fell to the floor.

  With a deep breath, she zipped up her dress while I picked up her panties.

  “Look, if we’re going to be having sex with other people, we can’t be having sex without condoms.”

  Her words had me standing up awfully fast.

  “What are you talking about?” Her date crossed my mind, but I replayed her tone in my head. Her words had been accusatory, not informative. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?”

  She shrugged and lifted her chin. “We never talked about being exclusive, so I think it’s wise that we always practice safe sex.”

  I laughed, which she didn’t seem to like by the scowl on her face. “Honey, you’re the only person I’ve been with in months. Months,” I repeated the word, so it would penetrate her brain.

  She didn’t look convinced, so I stepped closer, making her take a step back until she hit the counter she’d just been sitting on.

  “In fact, when I was in New York, my old girlfriend came to my goodbye party. She was ready to give me a great send-off, if you know what I mean. And when I say old girlfriend, I mean, someone I dated for over four years.”

  “So, what happened? She came to her senses?”

  I put my hands on Indy’s hips and kissed her neck. “No, because we both know I’m good in bed.”

  She snorted, but I felt her fingers sneak up my shirt and touch my bare stomach.

  “I really didn’t want to be with her, but when she tried to corner me and kiss me, all I could think about was you.”

  She stiffened. “I don’t believe you.”

  I shrugged and kissed her smooth skin again. “Believe me. Don’t believe me. It’s the truth though.”

  She took a deep breath and relaxed a little. “So, where does this leave us?”

  I looked up at her. It was hard to see her face since the hand holding the phone was also on her hip, pointing the light to the floor.

  I moved the flashlight, so we could see each other better.

  “Where do you want this to leave us?”

  She shook her head. “I asked you first.”

  She looked strong and confident, standing in front of me in nothing but a short dress and my cum on her thighs, but for a second, I saw a glimmer of vulnerability in her eyes.

  “This means”—I reached between her legs and coated my fingers with my seed before bringing my hand up and running my finger over the upper swell of her right breast—“that you”—I ran my other finger over her left breast—“are mine.”

  She stared down at her chest with her mouth open. “What was that for?”

  “So, your little date out there smells me on you and stays away.”

  She looked up at me and narrowed her eyes. “Alpha males suck.”

  She stomped past me toward the door, but I grabbed her hand and yanked her back to me.

  “Oof.”

  I smiled down at her. “This means, I don’t want to sleep with anyone else, Indy.” I gave her a serious look. “But this also means you don’t sleep with anyone else either.”

  “I suppose I can do that.”

  I laughed at her stubbornness and kissed her. “I also want you to come home with me tonight.”

  Twenty-Six

  Indy

  I shook my head. “I can’t.”

  Cal frowned.

  “At least, not right away,” I added. “We all rode together. But once Leslie and Asher drop me off at home, I can come over.” Although I wanted to go home with Cal right now—screw the rest of the party—I needed to pack some clothes. I was not going to wear a nurse’s uniform home tomorrow from his house.

  “Okay, I guess that works.”

  I studied his face in the dim light. “Are you sure you want to be exclusive?”

  “The fact that you even have to ask means I’m doing something wrong.”

  I put my hands on his chest. “Not wrong. It’s just work and you being my boss sort of thing.”

  “I’ll do some digging with HR on the rules, and until then, it will be our little secret.”

  I nodded in agreement. “That’s smart. Even if our relationship is allowed, you just started. I don’t want anyone thinking anything about you other than you’re a good boss. And I don’t want them to think you’re going to play favorites with me. If we show them that you treat me like everyone else for a while, then they can’t complain.”

  “Does this mean, no Monday office sex?” he asked.

  I laughed and kissed him.

  He wrapped his arms around me and deepened the kiss.

  I forced myself to pull away. “Going by that reaction, I think we’re going to have to be careful with what we do around the office. Including how much time I spend in your actual office.”

  “So smart and so sexy.”

  I couldn’t help it; his compliment went straight to my heart.

  “Speaking of time, we’d better get back in there.”

  “Yeah. I should probably use the restroom first.”

  Cal growled. “No way. The only thing that will keep me sane while you go and finish your date is knowing a part of me is inside you.”

  His words had my belly doing a flip and my pussy clenching. I ran a finger down his nose. “Alpha male.”

  “Why do you keep saying that?”

  “Never mind,” I said with a smile. “Let’s get back out there.”

  Cal snorted and pushed me back until we reached the door. “I’ll go first.” He kissed my temple, opened the door, and peeked around. “Coast is clear. See you back in there.”

  I watched him go, counted to a hundred and twenty, and followed. Of course, I stopped at the restroom to do a quick clean job first. As much as his possessive streak turned me on, I wasn’t going back out there, covered in his cum.

  I managed to slip back into the ballroom without anyone noticing. I walked around the outside so that I didn’t have to mingle. Plus, that way, when someone asked, I could say I’d been around; they just hadn’t noticed.

  I went to the cash bar and ordered a drink. I had shoved money in one of the two tiny pockets on my outfit before I left home, and thankfully, it was still there. I sipped on my drink and made conversation with one of my coworker’s wives, who was standing by herself.

  When the DJ made the announcement that all the entries for the costume contests needed to be in, I excused myself and went to find my friends.

  When I approached, they all looked at me, and I fought to act cool.

  “Marcus said that Cal pulled you away to talk.”

  I waved off Leslie’s concern. “Oh, yeah, that was some time ago. I’ve been over there, talking to Ed’s wife.” I pointed to where Ed’s wife was standing.

  Leslie almost looked disappointed. She leaned in closer to me. “I want all the details later. Every. Last. One.”

  I ignored her and smiled apologetically at Marcus. “I’m sorry. I’ve been a bad date.”

  He smiled. “It’s okay. I’ve been hanging out with these two.”

  “Chicken,” she whispered in my ear.

  I tilted my head and smiled at her. “Careful, or I’m giving my vote to Patrick.”

  She gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

  I batted my eyelashes at her.

  “Fine. I love you, and I will never bother you again.”

  “Yes, you will. But I love you too.”

  The coworkers who had put the party together started walking around, handing out paper and pens.

  I knew the drill from years past, but the DJ still announced, “Everyone is getting two pieces of paper. Please write down
your choices for the winners and get in line. If you don’t know who has entered, you may wait to put a name down when you get to the front.”

  Despite my teasing, I put down Leslie’s and Asher’s names for the couple and got in line. The clipboards were hanging on a pole toward the front of the line, and I noticed some people were pointing out someone on the list and looking around. A lot of eyes fell on Cal, and I wondered if he had entered.

  He didn’t really seem like the kind of person who would want to be in a contest, much less win over his employees, and my curiosity grew.

  A few people even turned around and glanced back at me and my friends. I assumed they were checking out Leslie’s and Asher’s costumes.

  We were almost to the clipboards, and Leslie was staring off to the distance, so I figured now was the time to share some of my secret naughty times.

  I leaned close to her ear. “I’m not wearing any underwear because Cal broke them.”

  She gasped, and her eyes lit up. “You slut,” she said with a smile.

  I grinned back at her.

  “Tell me more.”

  “Sorry. It’s our turn.” I stepped forward and scanned the singles costume list. Cal wasn’t on it. I didn’t have time to dwell that detail, so I quickly picked someone and wrote their name down.

  When the four of us were done voting, we went and sat down. I knew it would take some time to count the votes, so I went to grab some food to eat. Having sex in a storage room at a work party sure brought out the appetite in me.

  When I got back, Leslie was smiling at me like she had done something sneaky, and I narrowed my eyes.

  “Why are you acting suspicious?” I asked.

  She held up her hands. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  I popped a chip in my mouth. “Yeah, right.”

  “Hey, Indy?” Asher said.

  “What?”

  “We talked about going out after this and getting some more mileage out of our costumes. You in?”

  I looked guiltily at Marcus. He’d really wasted his Saturday night, coming to this work party with me, for which I hadn’t even hung out with him for half the time. And now, I was going to ditch him to go to another guy’s house.

  “I think I’m going to go home,” I told the table. I looked at Marcus. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry.”

  “I can’t help it. You’re probably bored.”

  He laughed and shook his head. “Really, it’s fine.”

  I leaned toward him. “Just in case I forget to tell you, Vanessa is a fool.”

  He smiled shyly. “Actually, the two of us have been talking for the last couple of days.”

  “And you still came here tonight? You didn’t have to.”

  “No, that wouldn’t have been right for me to bail on you. Besides, it’s good Vanessa knows that I’m not sitting around, waiting for her.”

  I held up my fist, and he bumped it.

  “That’s right, Marcus. You show her you’re worth it.”

  The music was turned down as the DJ stepped up to the mike.

  Leslie clapped her hands. “It’s time for the results.” She peered over at Patrick and his wife. “Those two are going down.”

  “Damn right they are,” I agreed.

  “Hello again, everyone,” the DJ said. “Are you ready to find out who the winners are tonight?”

  The crowd cheered and clapped.

  The DJ announced the singles winner first. I felt bad, but I honestly paid more attention to my food.

  Leslie nudged my foot, and I looked up.

  “Now, on to the couples,” the DJ said. Someone handed him a piece of paper. “Okay, for the runner-up, we have”—he squinted and moved the paper to get more light—“Aquaman and Mera. Otherwise known as your very own Leslie Hale and her date, Asher.”

  I clapped but gave Leslie a sad face as she and Asher stood and waved at everyone. It appeared that Patrick and his wife had won again.

  When Leslie and Asher sat, I said, “I’m sorry. I really wanted you to be the one to win.”

  She grinned and had that sneaky look in her eye again. “It’s okay because I think I know who the winners are, and it’s not Patrick and Jeanie.”

  Before I could ask what she was getting at, the DJ spoke again, “And this year’s winner of the couples Halloween costume contest is doctor and nurse. Otherwise known as your very own Nicholas Callan and Indy Scott.”

  I felt my face flush the color of Leslie’s red hair as I tried to slink down in my chair.

  Leslie grabbed my arm. “Stand up, Indy, and go get your prize.”

  I straightened. “Did you do this?”

  She shrugged. “I might have had a hand in it.”

  “This is not funny,” I hissed.

  “You should see your face. It’s very funny.” She tilted her head to the front where Cal was already headed. “Now, go.”

  I stood and looked down my nose at her. “You’re dead to me.”

  I heard my best friend laugh the whole time I was walking up to the front.

  When I reached Cal, I smiled at him lamely. “I guess this is going to make it even harder to sneak around now, isn’t it?”

  He lifted a shoulder and smiled. “When we finally announce that you and I are a couple, we can tell them this was the night we made it official. Then, they can all look back and think, I never knew.”

  “Does this mean we shouldn’t go on a date to a restaurant of our choice?”

  Cal shook his head and laughed. “I think we’d better give that to Leslie and her boyfriend to keep the gossipers at bay.”

  The DJ walked over with his microphone. “So, what restaurant is it going to be?”

  Cal smiled. “Someone put our names down as a joke. Indy and I will not be going out to dinner together.”

  A few people in the crowd booed, and others laughed.

  “Did you hear that?” the DJ asked us. “They want you to go have fun.”

  “Thanks, everyone,” Cal said. “But I think we’re just going to give—”

  I gently elbowed Cal in the solar plexus and leaned toward the microphone. “The gift card goes to me,” I finished.

  “You alone?” the DJ asked with raised eyebrows.

  “Yes,” I said, turning my gaze toward Leslie. “Because I know who put our names down, so now, she owes me.”

  The crowd laughed, and I got a dinner for two at the restaurant of my choice.

  Twenty-Seven

  Indy

  I knocked on the front door of the address that Cal had given me, feeling nervous for some reason. It was the first time I’d been to his house, so that had to be it. This was where I would find out if he was a slob or not. Or if he had dead bodies in the basement, as Leslie would say.

  He lived in a nice neighborhood less than a half hour from my own, and his house was a little smaller than I had thought it would be. As the big boss man, I’d thought he’d have a huge home, but it was an average, middle-class size. Although it was certainly bigger than my own.

  A few seconds later, I heard footsteps get closer, and the door swung open. Cal stood there in nothing but unbuttoned dark jeans and no shirt. Damn, he looked good.

  I held out my flat hand. “You owe me one hundred dollars, and I’ve come to collect.”

  His brow furrowed.

  “You told me that if I won the contest, you’d give me a hundred bucks.”

  The conversation must have come back to him because he grinned as he pulled me into his house and kissed me. “How about I pay you back in orgasms?”

  I shut the door behind me and pretended to think about it. “Okay, but it would be a lot faster to give me a hundred bucks now versus a hundred orgasms over the course of several days.”

  He raised his brow. “Days?”

  “Weeks then.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “Are you sure you don’t want to give me the money and fulfill your commitment now?”

  “No way, honey. I’m going
to pay you back by making you come. Even if it takes months.”

  “You know I’m joking, right? I don’t actually expect you to give me money.”

  Cal leaned down and tossed me over his shoulder, taking my overnight bag and flinging it on the floor. “I’m not.” He slapped my ass. “Let the payment begin.”

  I squealed and laughed as he carried me up a flight of stairs, down a hall, and to a bathroom. He set me on my feet and turned on the water in his dual-showerhead stall.

  “Oh, fancy,” I said.

  “Just wait until I fuck you under the spray. You’ll wish you had a bathroom like this at home.”

  I ran my finger over the top of his jeans. “I don’t think it matters how many showerheads I have at home if no one is there to fuck me under them.”

  “Good point. We’d better make sure you enjoy them here then.”

  He unzipped my nurse’s costume, much like he had done back at the party, and cupped my breasts. “I was in such a hurry earlier that I didn’t give these precious beauties much attention even though they’d been teasing me all night.”

  “I wore my best push-up bra just for you.”

  He paused and looked up at me. “Indy, did you wear this whole outfit for me?”

  I lifted a shoulder. “Kind of.”

  “God, that is so hot.”

  He took my mouth and pushed off the zip-up hoodie I had thrown over my costume and then the costume itself. My bra was gone before I could help him, and so were his jeans. I hadn’t put on any underwear since he’d snapped my other pair, so that was one less item of clothing to remove.

  He kissed me on the way to the shower and picked me up to put me inside.

  I sighed as the water hit my back and his cock entered my body.

  Best shower ever.

  I woke the next morning in Cal’s big king-size bed, feeling refreshed and thoroughly screwed. Three down, ninety-seven orgasms to go.

  Of course, I wasn’t really going to keep track, but I had to tease him about it for a little bit.

  I rolled over, so I was facing Cal. The blinds were shut, but there was enough light that I could see him. There was something so sexy about a guy sleeping. Especially when he was naked under the blankets.