“I can’t wait to get that. Please tell me you can come today,” she demanded.
“Not today,” he said, feeling his dick harden, knowing how bad she wanted it. “I will be in too late but maybe Wednesday.
“Hmm… I don’t think Brandon can handle me until then,” She moaned. “I’m so wet thinking about it.” She moved the phone down and pulled her shorts to the side, rubbing a finger over her pussy. “Want me to play with it? So you can watch me cum and think about me when Laci is sucking your dick tonight?”
“Fuck, you’re bad. Show me,” he said as he felt his cock get fully erect.
“Are you stroking your hard di… SHIT!” Lawrence jumped at her reaction. “Brandon is pulling in the driveway. Fuck, the idiot probably forgot something. Love you, got to go. Text me when you can.”
The call went out and Lawrence was left with his dick in hand. He tossed the phone. He could have watched porn or just finished but the thought of almost getting caught lost the mood for him. This may be a turn on for her, but he preferred it a little less risky. He felt his cock go limp in his hand and decided to get up and shower. May as well hit the office early. Turning on the shower, he let the hot water fall over him, taking his thoughts to Denver.
Laci loved Denver and skiing, so he bought the ski cabin as a wedding present, and it turned out to be a lucrative venture as he was able to acquire two more. He had several clients in the city, so they took two to three trips a year there to meet face to face and keep their relationships fresh.
One of those clients had a daughter, Abby. He met her sorting through an absolute mess of a business that her dad purchased, a sports bar franchise that required him to go through a decade of physical paper to find out what was what and who owed money to whom. She worked as a server showing her dad that she could handle a job and maybe help with the business when she finished school, but she spent more time in the office with him, flirting, than she did serving. He didn’t mind the attention, though.
One night working until well after closing time, he poured himself a drink at the bar as the last manager left, telling him to remember the alarm when he locked up. He had a key to the place and thought he was alone, but Abby was rolling silver in the back. She found her way to the bar and sat down with him. The drinks added to the flirting, and they found themselves tangled up on the bar top, but he managed to stop himself as he remembered the cameras. He spent the next hour removing the footage, but they exchanged numbers and have talked ever since. At first, it was a plaything for both of them. Sexting and pictures mostly but his trips to Denver brought him there alone. Eventually, they would meet when he flew in and started a more physical affair.
The rules for the affair were that they only talked on his business phone after both codes were given. He set up a fake client, “Abby Tillman,” who he would meet while he was in Denver. He even had money sent to Abby’s fake company. Laci didn’t meet with the Denver clients, so it worked well. He would buy her things and was a Sugar Daddy for her for the first six months. She lived with a boyfriend who was a few years older than her and dumber than a box of rocks. But he has money, and his dad has connections, so him finding out could hurt him businesswise but there weren’t many close calls. The affair turned more intimate in the last few months, and they now have feelings for each other but he was clear that he and Laci were not getting a divorce. There was something darker holding him and his wife together. It was that last thought that pulled him out his reminising as he cut off the steaming shower.
Drying off, he trimmed his beard and combed out any tangles, adding beard oil to help shape it, he dressed in jeans and a blue button up and made his way past the pool to his office that now occupied the guest house. He made a cup of coffee in the office kitchen. Rachel would be there soon, and he needed to go over things with her before his trip. The coffee just finished when his phone rang.
Chicago
Per the instructions given, he never put the man’s name in his phone. It only said Chicago. Any one of five people could be on the other end. They shared that one office phone, and he never knew which one it was, but, thankfully, this was ending soon. One more month at the most. He picked up the phone.
“Morgan and Morgan, how may I help you?” He said with a dry throat.
“Lawrence, you always sound so upset when I call you. This is Federico. How you doing?” Federico was the oldest son; the one Lawrence primarily delt with lately.
“Oh, nothing like that. You just caught me before my morning coffee. How’s the Windy City?” Lawrence walked into his office and shut the door.
Lawrence heaved a heavy sigh when the call ended. He had to help cook the books for one more business and his “contract” with them would be over. He’d made a lot of money, some they didn’t know about, and they agreed that he could finally walk away. He texted his attorney, Marcus, with a simple message: “One more and we are out. It will be finalized in 4 weeks.”
“Understood.” Was the only response. Marcus is the one who encouraged him to move out of Chicago and come here. He said he knew the town and it would be a great new start for us and it would be away from the mob.
He heard a knock at his office door.
“Come in, Rachel.”
With a cup of coffee in her hand, Rachel opened the office door. She was the definition of cute, covered in freckles with long blazing red hair that she wore in a ponytail most mornings. Laci helped her style it one day, but she said it took too long of a morning. She was almost always 5 to 10 minutes late which was a running joke in their little office. He smiled once he remembered he left his coffee in the kitchen, and she made a new one.
“I told you that you don’t have to make the coffee around here; it makes me feel elitist and wrong,” he said as she walked over to his desk. She was wearing a business jacket over a satin looking shirt and a skirt to match the jacket. She was working hard on dressing professionally. Her family was one of the first to welcome them when they moved here two years ago and when she turned eighteen last month, he asked her dad if she could work for them during the summer and after school in the fall. She was happy for the money and enthusiastic about getting out of her house, it seemed. Her Dad was big in the local political scene which comes in handy.
“And I told you I don’t mind,” she replied with a smile filled with braces with rainbow rubber bands. She leaned over the desk to set it down. It really was an accident he told himself later. Looking up as she leaned over, his eyes went to the gap in her shirt to a small white bra that strained against her tits as if it were a size too small. He noticed the slight outline of slightly darker skin peeking out from the edge of the padded bra.
And I’m a fucking pervert.
Rachel leaned back up quickly, staring at him with a curious look on her face that disappeared in an instant as he asked her to scan some files. Walking out of the office, his eyes watched her leave in the tight skirt that showed a feint panty line. She, thankfully, shut the door behind her.