𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Chapter Twenty-One


“You get turned on by this crap?” I asked as I cocked my head to the side, frowning at the artificial woman who was moaning a little too loud as her partner ate her out.

“Not necessarily,” Charlie replied, watching the screen with equal confusion.

“Well, what does?” I grabbed the iPad we were streaming from and searched through the categories.

“Hmm, girl on girl.”

I searched for something that looked a little more...natural— I guess— in that category.

“I see you,” I said as the two girls on the screen started to tease and please each other.

We watched a few different clips and I had to admit that I was getting pretty turned on.

“Charlie...” I cooed after about half an hour of porn, placing kisses up and down his neck.

“Yes, Baby?” he replied as he adjusted himself in his pants.

“I don’t want to watch anymore.”

“What? Why?” Charlie kept looking at the screen, obviously very interested in the three girls who were doing all sorts of stuff to each other.

Determined to get his attention, I quickly walked to the bedroom to grab a vibrator, and stripped before dragging a chair in front of the TV.

“What are you— oh,” the corners of his mouth curled up into a smirk and he sat up on the couch, watching my hand as I slowly brought the toy to my pussy.

“I want you to come while watching me, not them,” I explained, turning on the vibrator and brushing it over my core.

Closing my eyes as the first contact sent a bolt of pleasure up my spine, I spread my legs a little wider, moaning softly.

“Jesus,” Charlie breathed out, watching my every move.

I opened my eyes again and kept them on him, turning the toy up a little.

Grabbing the seat of the chair with my free hand— my knuckles undoubtedly turning white from my tight grip— I moved the toy slowly over my clit, the vibrations bringing me quickly to the brink of orgasm.

“Fuck,” I groaned, bucking my hips a little as the tingle in my stomach intensified.

“Wait for me, Baby.”

Charlie eagerly lowered his pants, grabbing his length and stroking himself as he continued to watch me.

“I can’t!” I gasped, grabbing the vibrator tighter in my hand, almost crushing it as my orgasm washed over me.

My legs shook and I curled my toes, trying to deal with the explosive, amazing feeling that caused all my muscles to tighten.

Once I felt that I took as much pleasure as I could, I shut off the vibrator and closed my legs, trying to catch my breath.

Meanwhile, Charlie was still stroking himself as a tinge of red had crept onto his cheeks.

“Want me to...” I trailed off, pointing at his dick.

He nodded quickly, kicking off his pants and walking over, pushing his cock in my face.

Hello, sir.

Over the last couple of weeks— months?— I’ve come to love sucking Charlie off. Especially seeing the face he made when I did, and how powerful it made me feel.

“Alright, come here big boy,” I teased, pushing the chair aside and getting on my knees, licking Charlie’s tip before I took him in my mouth, sucking and licking his warm length.

“Fuck, I love your mouth,” Charlie breathed out as one of his hands disappeared in my hair, pulling a little.

I paired my mouth with a little handy work, giving his balls and the base of his dick equal attention too.

Looking up at him as I kept bobbing my head back and forth, I hummed, feeling the muscles in his thigh tighten under my hand.

Charlie groaned, and I pulled back with my mouth wide open, waiting for him to finish on my face.

Watching all that porn gave me ideas, that’s for sure.

“Fuck, what are you doing to me, Baby?”

I used my hands to pump him dry as all my nasty fantasies became reality when he sprayed his release over my lips, chin, and chest.

“Really, who are you fucking? You’re glowing.” Ashley said, putting her wineglass back on the coffee table.

I chuckled softly, shrugging her question off like I had done every time she asked since Charlie and I started sleeping together.

Luckily for me, she shook her head before she turned her attention back to the movie we were watching. I got up to grab another bottle of wine.

Ashley had arranged for Ryan to come pick her up, so she could help me empty this next bottle.

That, and it’s not exactly safe for her to go home alone at night in this neighborhood. Or any neighborhood for that matter.

She had convinced me to let her order some sushi, and I had insisted on sharing the costs, proudly showing off the fact that I had a little more to spend than before.

“Jordan?” Ashley asked from the couch, leaning over the back to look at me.

“Yes?” I pulled the cork out of the bottle with a grunt, feeling like a sommelier as I did.

“Thank you, for yesterday,” she said, smiling softly.

I still felt bad about the fact that we took our sweet ass time to plan the bridal shower, but I was beyond happy that she enjoyed it.

“You’re welcome. Though you deserved more.”

Ashley waved my statement away, turning back in her seat when I joined her on the couch.

“Anyway, Ryan and I are going to Canada tomorrow,” she said, totally taking me by surprise. It wasn’t strange or uncommon for her to go on a trip, but usually she wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks.

“Since when?” I asked, pouring her another glass of wine.

“It was kind of a spontaneous thing...” she trailed off, tapping away on her phone before holding it up to me, showing a picture of a beautiful hotel, surrounded by greenery. “We’re going to check out the venue for the wedding!”

“Oh! You got the venue you wanted?”

You’re not supposed to know that, Jordan.

“But, Canada?” I quickly asked. Smooth.

“Yes, but don’t worry, all travel expenses are going to be taken care of.” She beamed, bouncing in her seat, fortunately ignoring my slip up.

“Well, okay,” I replied, smiling at her excitement. “How long will you be gone?”

“We’re making a trip out of it, so about two weeks.”

Two weeks without Ashley around?

I mentally slapped myself in the face for thinking that, trying to pull my mind out of the gutter.

“Well, it sounds amazing,” I replied, curling up on the couch with my glass in my hands.

“It is! I’ll miss Charlie’s birthday but he’ll just have to deal with it.”

I looked up at the mention of his birthday, quickly taking a sip.

“It’s his birthday soon?” I choked out, trying to sound casual.

Why didn’t he say something? To be honest, I would’ve expected him to mention his birthday every time he possibly could.

“Yeah, Wednesday actually.”


“But I’ll take him out to dinner when I’m back or something,” she continued, and I bit my tongue. Asking more questions about her brother would raise suspicion, but there was still so much I wanted to know.

Why? Unclear.

“Ah,” I said softly, not really knowing what to say and feeling guilty. Why did it have to be Charlie at the restaurant those months ago? Maybe I should’ve fucked Chris.

Ashley raised a questioning brow when I sniggered out loud.

“Sorry, I zoned out for a bit,” I explained.

My finger hovered above the call button for Mr. Grimaldi, as all the ways he could deny my request flashed through my head.

I had thought about Charlie’s birthday all of Monday morning, my mind overflowing with ideas, but all of them requiring me to take a day off of work.

Deciding to get it over with, I pressed the button, bringing the phone to my ear with shaking hands.

“Yes, Jordan?” He answered, and I took a deep breath.

“Hi. I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor,” I said, drumming the fingers of my free hand on my desk as I nervously waited for him to reply.

“That depends on the favor.”

“Can I have Wednesday off?”

I held my breath as I waited, flinching at the bluntness of the question.

After a few seconds of silence, Mr. Grimaldi chuckled.

“This was what you were so nervous about?” he replied, and I felt my body relax.

“I— yes, sir.”

“You’ve done some amazing work these last couple of weeks, you deserve it.”

“So...” I trailed off, making sure to get a direct and clear answer.

“Yes, you can have Wednesday off. Make sure you leave the documents for my appointments on my desk tomorrow, and I’ll be fine,” he added.

“Thank you so much, sir!” I exclaimed, feeling excited.

“You’re welcome, Jordan.”

Stepping out of my car on Wednesday morning, I looked up at the tall building, my heart almost bursting out of my chest as I closed my door.

What if he wasn’t in the office today? What if he took a day off? What if he was busy?

Stop it!

I locked my car with fresh determination, striding into the foyer with a new found confidence.

The grand, marble space distracted me for a second, even though I’ve been here a couple of times before, visiting Ashley.


I shifted my gaze to the woman behind the front desk, already failing in my attempt to look like I belonged here.

“Yes, sorry. Hi,” I greeted her. “I’m looking for Charlie Abbot.”

“Do you have an appointment?” She asked, typing away on her keyboard.


“Then I’m afraid that you can’t see him today.”

Could’ve expected that.

“Well, it’s really urgent,” I pleaded, racking my brain for excuses or ways to persuade her to let me in.

“Look lady, it’s always u—”

“Jordan!” A voice boomed through the foyer, and I turned to see Ian walking my way. I didn’t know the guy well, but this was my shot.


The girl behind the front desk rolled her eyes and went back to work as I walked up to him, shaking his hand.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, leading me to one of the plush seats next to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“I’m...uhm...” I stuttered, not really sure how to approach this. How much did Ian know anyway?

“You can tell me. I know that you and Charlie have something going on.” He surprised me with his words, and I fumbled with the strap of my bag as I contemplated my reply.

“I heard that it’s his birthday today,” I explained, looking up into his dark eyes.


“And I wanted to surprise him,” I sighed before I firmly grabbed my bag. “This was a bad idea.”

Quickly lifting from the chair, I straightened out my skirt and fished my car keys out of my bag.

“Thank you for letting me in, but—”

“No wait,” Ian stopped me, grabbing my wrist, twirling me back around. “It’s not a bad idea.”

I pushed a few strands of hair behind my ear, looking up. “It’s not?”

“Look at it this way,” he added, the corners of his mouth curling up into a smirk. “Charlie is the type of guy to want a pretty girl like you in his office, if you catch my drift.”

I had my scoff ready, but then I realized that what he was implying wasn’t very far from the truth, so I shrugged instead.

“Well, where am I supposed to go?”

Ian beckoned me to follow him, walking towards the elevators and pressing the button for one of the top floors when we stepped in.

He pointed to the office before he walked the opposite way, entering an office of his own.

Here we go.

I stopped in front of the double doors Ian had told me were the ones leading to Charlie, and listened, making sure I wouldn’t walk in on something important.

“I just wanted to say happy birthday, sir.” The voice of a woman sounded through the frosted glass, and I frowned. Uhm, ok.

“Laura...” Charlie said, and my curiosity was piqued. This was not what I thought it was, right?

“Do you want to unwrap your present?”

This motherfucker.

Swinging one of the doors open, I saw Charlie in his chair, slouched back and looking up at the blonde in front of him, her shirt half open.

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