𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Chapter Eleven

C H A R L I E

“What’s next?” Ian asked as I pulled the heavy weights off the Olympic barbell, putting them back on the racks where they were stored.

“Cardio,” I panted, still out of breath from the set of squats I just finished.

“Are you sure?”

I chuckled, lifting my shirt and pointing to my abs. “These are partly made from cardio, Ian. You know that as much as anyone.”

“I’m surprised you still know what cardio is,” Ian countered.

I crossed my arms and raised a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“We used to work out at least three times a week together, Charlie.”

True, but it wasn’t like we were joined at the hip.

“So?”

“Where the fuck have you been?” he asked, mirroring my stance.

Ah, yes. I was wondering when I would get this question.

I’ve been getting my dick sucked by a fucking tattooed Goddess.

“We see each other at work,” I said, avoiding giving him a direct answer. I let my mind drift back to yesterday morning when Jordan—

“Yeah, and you leave the minute the clock strikes six,” he continued and I grabbed my water bottle, taking a big gulp. Ian narrowed his eyes, staring at me. “Are you seeing someone?”

I lowered the bottle and chuckled. “Me? Seeing someone? Not in a million years.”

“Whatever. As long as you don’t end up in jail again, I guess.”

“That was one time, and you know damn well that I was very drunk,” I defended, pointing an accusing finger at my friend.

“I told you,” he shrugged. “You should’ve taken a leak when we were still at the bar.”

“Mistakes are made in order to learn,” I mumbled as my eyes caught a brunette walking by, giving me a perfect view of her round ass.

I sighed as I watched her leave, patting myself on the back for having some restraint.

“Hmm,” Ian hummed, grabbing his towel and drink, heading for the treadmills.


Once I got home, I thought about my promise to Ashley, and my decision to keep it.

Picking up my phone, I force myself to get it over with, and call Perry— even though it was almost 10:00 PM.

I hadn’t spoken to the woman in a while— it was a miracle I still had her number.

Dropping my gym bag next to the kitchen bar, I took a seat, tapping the call icon next to her name.

I put the phone on speaker and placed it on the counter, actually a little nervous about the call.

I hated letting my sister down, and if I wasn’t able to convince Perry to do me this favor, I would for sure.

We’ll forget about Jordan for a second.

“Well, well, well. Charlie Abbot is actually calling me,” she sneered sarcastically as she picked up.

This was why I didn’t date.

“Hi Perry.”

“What do you want?” she snapped.

This was clearly going to be harder than I thought.

“How are you doing?” I asked, trying to get her to warm up to me before I started asking for favors.

“Like you care. I’m good, actually— happy..”

Whatever.

“That’s good to hear. You know, I never forgot about that weekend,” I said in a low tone, trying to sound sincere.

“Right. And I’m supposed to believe that.”

Of course it didn’t work.

I brushed my fingers through my hair, a few damp strands reminding me I needed a shower after my workout at the gym. Plus, it gave me any excuse to end this call as soon as possible.

“I’m really—”

“I don’t care. I’m happy now. What do you need?” she interrupted.

I knew she still had a soft spot for me.

“Well, maybe you’ve heard, but my sister is engaged,” I said, knowing how much she loved gossip, following all of the talk shows and reading every tabloid.

“Yes, I heard.”

“Well, she wants the Plaza as the venue. She really loved it there when we—” I stopped myself, afraid I was going to say something wrong.

Hearing a sigh on the other end gave me a little hope.

"Maybe, I could rent you the hotel for a weekend, but it won’t be cheap.”

Please, I’m fucking rich. And so is my family.

“Don’t worry about the money,” I smirked. “The problem is, she wants to have a Christmas wedding.”

I bit my lower lip, crossing my fingers that she could make it happen.

“Jesus, Charlie. That’s the busiest time of the year. I can’t possibly do that.”

“We’ll cover any lost revenues, and more.”

She remained silent for a while, and I was honestly ready to give up.

“I’m still not sure—”

“Think about the publicity. Her wedding is going to be one of the biggest weddings of the year and the press will definitely cover it, writing your Plaza’s name in every magazine and mentioning it in every show,” I interrupted, hoping I could convince her.

“Fine. I’ll make it happen,” she sighed defeatedly. “Have your sister call me and we’ll talk specifics then. This is going to cost you, Charlie.”

Sure.

“Thank you, Perry.”

“Yeah. I gotta go.”

The line went dead and I picked up my phone, quickly texting my sister the good news before sending Jordan a dirty line.

I connected with my Bluetooth speakers, blasting a jazzy beat through my apartment as I took my shower.

This was probably the first night that Jordan and I were apart, and it felt a little weird.

Aside from the fact that she could give head like no other, I actually kind of liked having her around.

It was fun teasing her, and even more fun when I got my desired reaction from her.

But maybe it was a good thing that she wasn’t here— people would get the wrong idea.

Once I finished washing my hair, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist.

“Charlie Abbot!”

My hand stopped mid air as I reached for my toothbrush, not expecting to hear Jordan in my apartment.

When did she get here?

I smiled to myself, looking in the mirror and sucking my lower lip between my teeth before making my way to my living room.

“Baby, what’s all the shouting for?” I asked, casually flexing as I walked over to her.

I smirked when I saw her eyes lower to my abs, her angry expression momentarily fading. Her head snapped back up, eyes shooting daggers at me when she caught herself staring.

“You need to keep your friends in check,” she hissed, pointing a finger at me.

“What did I do?” I asked, holding up my hands in defense and trying, but failing to keep myself from smiling.

“I was out to dinner with your sister, and Ian shows up,” she explained, throwing her hands in the air before placing her bag on the counter and leaning against it.

It was then that I noticed what she was wearing, a little, red dress tightly hugging her soft curves, short enough to give me a full view of her beautiful legs.

She wasn’t the tallest, but the heels she was wearing gave the perfect illusion that she was, elongating her legs and rounding out her ass in the most amazing way.

“Are you wearing underwear under that dress?” I asked, running my tongue over my lower lip as my eyes stayed glued to Jordan’s hips.

“Charlie!” she scolded, and my eyes shot up to hers, a little taken aback by the fire in them.

“What?”

“Ian recognised me, acted like he knew me,” she said, placing one hand on her hip. “Did you tell him something?”

I crossed my arms, frowning. “No? He only saw you here when him and Blake came by.”

Jordan sighed, letting herself fall back on one of the stools at the kitchen bar, grabbing her phone.

“Well, can you make sure he doesn’t speak of that again? Blake, too.”

“Sure.”

I walked up to her as she checked her messages, watching her grin as she read mine.

“Did you really have to text me that while I was out to dinner with your sister?”

“Of course, I did. Don’t think that just because we’ve completed number 25 on the list that I’ll suddenly stop sexting you,” I replied, placing a hand on her hip.

“I wouldn’t want you to.”

“Hmm.”

I drew circles on her skin with my thumb, letting my free hand run up her leg as I stood between them.

“Well, are you going to do what you promised me in the text?” she cooed, meeting my eyes with a mischievous sparkle.

“That depends,” I smiled sinfully, bringing my face closer to hers. “Have you been a bad girl, Ms. Sawyer?”

The air was suddenly filled with sexual tension, and as usual, the only thing I could think about was fucking her.

“Maybe,” she teasingly smiled, tilting her head up.

“You know what happens to bad girls,” I grabbed her jaw with a little force, eliciting a small gasp from her lips, her eyes widening ever so slightly as she looked up to me.

"Show me,” she whispered, and I licked my lips before bending down and throwing her over my shoulder, earning a cute shriek from her.

She giggled as she grabbed the towel around my waist and jerked it loose, the fabric falling on the ground as I walked. “Oops.”

I chuckled, walking around the couch and dropping her on it, taking a seat next to her.

“Come here,” I ordered, tapping my lap, and Jordan got on all fours, crawling her way up to me.

She stopped next to me, pulling the dress over her head, revealing her beautiful tits, bouncing a little as she threw the fabric behind the couch.

I got the answer to my question. The only thing she had on was a black, lace thong, perfect for what I planned to do.

She bent over my lap, her warm skin against my thighs and her ass up in the air, Charlie Jr. instantly awoken and ready as she hummed.

“Remember your safe word?” I whispered in her ear, noticing the hairs on the back of her neck rising at my voice.

“Yes,” she answered confidently, and I smiled.

I caressed my palm over her soft skin, grabbing one cheek in my hand before I pulled back and slapped, the sound resonating through the apartment as Jordan arched her back.

“Harder,” she mumbled almost inaudibly, but I could hear her loud and clear.

A feeling of pure satisfaction rushed through me as I landed my palm harder on her ass, hearing her whimper and moan.

I had all the power and honestly, doing this had always been top of my list.

I repeated the action a few times, until red streaks covered her beautifully tanned skin, practically branded her as mine.

I had no desire to turn our little arrangement into a dominant-submissive one, but I understood why people found satisfaction in seeing someone experiencing pleasure from the pain they inflicted, and especially the power it provided.

I saw Jordan as my equal, but I knew she enjoyed giving me a little more control in the bedroom, and I, of course, loved having it.

“How are you doing?” I asked, softly brushing my fingers over the red marks, my other hand moving a few hairs out of her face.

“I am—” she breathed out, lifting herself off my lap and moving to straddle me as I smirked. “— so turned on, right now.”

“Let’s do something about that then, shall we?”

She giggled as I threw her down, back to the couch, pulling off her thong, spreading her legs and positioning my face between them.

Eating Jordan out really was my favorite thing to do, the look on her face and the sounds she made was almost enough to push me over the edge.

“Number 58?” I asked, my hands caressing over her hips to her thighs.

“What’s that?” she sighed, propping up on her elbows to look at me.

I held her gaze as I moved my lips closer to her core, sticking my tongue out to quickly dip between her folds.

She moaned softly, falling back and grabbing the edge of the couch with one hand, the other sliding up to her breasts, touching herself.

“Only oral,” I said, blowing a little air against her pussy, before I dove in, burying my face between her legs.

I watched her gasp and bite her lip as I worked my tongue around her clit, her perfectly smooth pussy being my favorite meal these days.

Her grip on the couch tightened and her knuckles turned white as she tensed under me.

She squirmed under my grip, her hips bucking and her back arching as I brought her closer to her release.

“Oh, Charlie!” she moaned as her legs started to shake, and I flattened my tongue over her clit before sucking on the little bundle of nerves, giving her as much stimulation as I could while she came.

I continued my movements until she pushed me away, closing her legs and opening her eyes, still panting as she slipped into a state of bliss.

I smirked proudly, leaning against the back of the couch as I observed her.

“Jesus,” she panted, slowly sitting up and brushing a hand through her hair.

“No, Charlie,” I countered, earning an eye roll.

We sat in silence for a minute, all the while I tried to ignore my painful erection, Jordan’s pleasure making me rock hard.

I drew circles on her knee with my fingers, but she surprised me when she suddenly stood up and kneeled in front of me, nudging my knees apart with her arms.

“Your turn, Pretty Boy,” she cooed, gathering her hair and guiding my hand to grab it.

Oh, was I fucking ready.

I watched the little minx lower her head, her eyes still on mine as she licked my tip, shooting a first bolt of pleasure through my body.

She wrapped her lips around my length, taking me as far as she could before hollowing her cheeks, sucking as she moved.

I grabbed her hair tighter in my fist, moving with her as her head bobbed up and down on me.

Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back on the couch, moaning softly as she brought me closer and closer to my orgasm.

Jordan always told me that she had no idea what she was doing, but the way she ran her tongue along the underside of my dick, and the way she gave my balls the right amount of attention, showed the exact opposite.

“Fuck, I love your mouth,” I groaned, bucking my hips a little, fucking her face as I dangled on the edge, ready for her to push me over.

She hummed against me, moving faster and faster until I came, sucking down every bit of me until I was clean.

I pulled her head up and she licked her lips as she sat down next to me, cross-legged.

“Number 58, done,” she smiled as she drew a check sign in the air, making me chuckle as I tried to catch my breath.

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