“Oh god!” Arlo’s head rolled back, and I felt his cock throb inside me.
“Yes!” I dug my nails into his back as a loud gasp rushed across my lips.
I was used to Arlo making me come multiple times before he finally reached his climax, so it was a little different for both of us to experience it at the same time—especially the first one. Having me across his knee was obviously a bigger turn on for him than he admitted. He erupted inside me, and my pussy immediately started to spasm on his length. I could feel the force, even with the condom there to catch his seed, and he pulsated a lot harder than normal. My eyes rolled back in my head when my orgasm peaked, and Arlo didn’t stop thrusting until both of our lust had been satisfied. I thought that was going to be the end of it, but it wasn’t—Arlo paused for a couple of seconds as he teased my skin with his lips and then started to work his thrusts into a rhythm again.
I have a feeling that I’m going to do a lot more squirming the next time I end up across his knee with my panties around my ankles.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Arlo
Friday’s arrival signaled the end of the work week and the beginning of a weekend apart from Phoebe. Demi Hart’s case was at a standstill until the prosecutor responded to my Motion for Summary Judgment, so I decided we were going to skip going into the office on the last day of the week. I could leave for Penny Grove early and get there in time to spend some time at the office, and then the rest of the weekend would be dedicated to handling things at my house. It wasn’t the most exciting thing to look forward to, but it was necessary.
“Do you really have to leave this early?” Phoebe shed her bathrobe and walked up to me as I slid on a shirt. “Can’t you come back to bed for a few more minutes—or a lot more minutes?”
“We’re not going into work because I’m leaving early…” I ran my hands down her curves and squeezed her ass. “Not that I’m not tempted as fuck to stay right here.”
“How can I make it even more tempting?” She leaned against me. “What do I have to do?”
“You could come with me.” I leaned back and tilted my head. “You don’t have to stay here by yourself.”
“I’m just not ready for that yet.” She put her head against my shoulder.
“I get it, but you can’t avoid going home forever.” I pulled her into a tight embrace. “I know you miss your mom.”
“Yeah.” She sighed. “It would be nice to see her…”
“There’s time to pack a bag.” I motioned to the bed. “I could wait a little longer.”
“Not this time.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry—maybe next time.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “Well, in that case, I really do need to get a move on it—I want to beat the traffic if I can.”
“Wait…” She reached out for my hand as I pulled away. “What if I need a Juul pod while you’re gone?”
“Are you that eager for another spanking?” I looked down and laughed.
“I’m just saying…” She grinned.
“They’re on the table.” I motioned to the main part of the suite. “We’ll make up for it when I get back.”
“What if I use more than one?” She gave me a concerned stare.
“Then you’ll get spanked for both of them.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’ve cut back a whole lot—I don’t think that is going to be an issue.”
“You’re probably right.” She smiled and nodded.
It took me almost an hour to actually get to the door because Phoebe was going everything in her power to convince me to stay. I even had to give her a couple of firm smacks on her ass to show her that I was serious before I finally got my stuff together. I wanted to stay, and it was so fucking tempting that I had to do mental gymnastics to remind myself that I really did need to go to Penny Grove. My job was important, and Demi Hart was paying me to do what was necessary—which meant meeting with Henry, going over the case with Gregory, and putting together a plan to hire a forensic accountant. It would have been nice if Phoebe was willing to come with me, but I understood why she wasn’t ready for that.
All the good memories we’ve made can’t erase what happened in Penny Grove, but I believe she’s finally found a way to move past it.
* * *
“Damn, I was beginning to wonder if you had moved to the city.” Frank met me at the door as soon as I arrived at the office in Penny Grove.
“I’m sure you wish that was true.” I narrowed my eyes. “I bet you don’t get much work done without me here.”
“Do you really think Henry would let that happen.” Frank shook his head. “He runs a tight ship—just like you.”
“Good.” I laughed under my breath and nodded. “Where is he?”
“In his office.” Frank motioned to Henry’s door. “Gregory is in there with him right now.”
“Perfect, I need to see them both.” I walked to the door and pushed it open.
They were already discussing the case, so I jumped right into the conversation after we exchanged a couple of formalities. Gregory had made arrangements with his family, and the new attorney was ready to take over his caseload, so we discussed having him come to the city the following week. We were all in agreement about the impressiveness of the email Phoebe found, and how important it could be for the case. Gregory even suggested that his relocation might be quite temporary if the prosecutor realized how difficult a conviction was going to be for charges that mattered. I wasn’t sure he would give up that easily, but I did believe the charges were going to be reduced.
“I’ve got a good bit of work to do before the weekend, but we should get together for drinks later tonight.” Henry glanced at his watch. “Maybe around six or seven?”
“I could do six.” I nodded quickly.
It’s not like I have anything else to do.
“Yeah, me too.” Gregory raised his eyebrows and shrugged.
We made plans to meet at The Hickory, which was one of the only upscale bars in Penny Grove. It was where we normally took our more high profile clients when we wanted to impress them a little bit, and where we discussed cases after hours when we weren’t in the mood to sit around the office. I assumed we were going to be mixing business with pleasure since I had been out of town for several weeks. There was a lot of stuff at the office I needed to keep up with, even if I wasn’t actively running the firm while I was in New York City.
I drove to my house after I finished up at the office and took care of what I could. I noticed a thin layer of dust on the furniture. I had a maid that came by twice a month before I had to leave for New York City, and it was probably time for me to give her a call if I didn’t want to be breathing through a mask the next time I came home. I wasn’t even sure how so much dust got in if I wasn’t actively living in the house—it was probably time for me to have the vents checked since the air conditioning unit was the only thing stirring up the air.
Something else to put on my list, but for now, it’s time for a drink.
* * *
I drove to The Hickory so that I could meet up with Henry and Gregory. I was the first one there, but Gregory arrived a few minutes later. We both had to wait nearly twenty minutes for Henry to walk through the door. He made excuses about things at the office keeping him busy and offered to buy the first round since he kept us waiting. It only took one drink for me to start missing my normal drinking companion—the woman I loved having in my arms every night. I normally enjoyed hanging out with Henry, and Gregory was humorous enough to keep the conversation entertaining, but I struggled to stay interested in what we were discussing.
“Arlo, I think you may have caught the interest of Priscilla Smith.” Henry leaned over and gave me a nudge. “Didn’t you have a thing with her a while back?”
“Just a couple of dates.” I glanced in the direction that Henry was trying not to point.
She quickly realized I wasn’t looking for anything serious or the kind of casual she could live with…
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��Damn.” Gregory blew through his teeth. “She’s got an ass on her. Too bad, I have a wife at home.”
“Arlo doesn’t.” Henry laughed. “You might as well go talk to her—we’ll live vicariously through you from here.”
“Nah, I’m okay.” I shook my head back and forth.
“What’s wrong?” Henry tilted his head inquisitively. “Don’t tell me you’re losing your touch.”
“Maybe he’s got a girlfriend in New York City that he hasn’t told us about.” Gregory chuckled under his breath.
“Nah, Arlo would be the first one to say something.” Henry looked in my direction, and the expression on my face must have quickly betrayed me. “Wait—do you?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “I’m seeing someone.”
“Well shit man!” Henry slapped my shoulder. “No wonder you like spending so much time there.”
Henry seemed satisfied with my admission, and thankfully, he didn’t ask any follow-up questions. The fact that we were both in need of another drink, and the bartender’s sudden appearance was a blessing in disguise. I wasn’t ashamed of my relationship with Phoebe by any means, but I didn’t want to tell anyone in Penny Grove until she was ready to have that discussion with people herself. Henry knew that she was working for me, but he remembered her as the high school student that helped us around the office—he didn’t seem to make any sort of connection, even after he knew I had a relationship with someone in New York City.
The conversation shifted back to work, and it wasn’t long before Priscilla Smith found someone else that she was more interested in than me. That saved me from having to decline whatever invitation she might have given me if she came over to where we were sitting. I would have done it in a heartbeat—there wasn’t a woman in the world that could hold a candle to Phoebe. My heart was literally starting to ache because we were apart—the fact we had been able to spend almost every single minute together definitely contributed to that.
“Alright.” Gregory looked down at his glass. “It’s time for me to call it a night before I end up sleeping on the damn couch again.”
“Again?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Long story…” He chuckled. “Arlo, I’ll see you in a few days.”
“Yep.” I shook his hand and waved goodbye.
“It’s about time for me to tap out as well.” Henry sighed and pushed his glass forward. “You staying?”
“Nah, I’m good.” I placed my empty glass next to Henry’s.
I decided to check in with Phoebe once I got to the car. She was definitely missing me—she sent a few dirty pictures that made me smile and a few graphic text messages explaining what she would do to me if I was there with her. They were almost enticing enough to make me hit the accelerator and drive back to the city instead of my house. It had been so long since I had a connection with anyone like the one I shared with Phoebe. It felt like destiny, fate, and happenstance came together to give me the best gift in the world—one that I wasn’t going to let go of, no matter what. She was far too important to me.
The ride to my house was filled with messages from Phoebe that I finally had to simply ignore so I could focus on the road. I had handled enough car accident cases to know the dangers of texting and driving—there was no way in hell I was going to become a statistic, no matter how much I wanted to read what she sent. All of my attention was diverted when I got to my street and noticed that there was a light on in my house—and a car I didn’t recognize in the driveway. I went from smiling and happy to high alert and immediately reached for my phone.
Fuck, should I call the cops? Surely a burglar wouldn’t be that bold…
A thought crossed my mind, and I scrolled through all of Phoebe’s messages to make sure that it wasn’t her—she could have easily rented a car and followed me—it could even be a surprise. Her response confirmed she was still in the city and echoed the same concern as the one I sent. I parked my car, grabbed a tire iron out of the trunk, and pre-dialed 911 on my phone. If there was someone in my house that didn’t belong there, then they were going to get a surprise they weren’t expecting as soon as I walked through the door.
Maybe they think I’m out of town? The door doesn’t look kicked in, and I know I locked it when I left.
“Hello?” I cautiously pushed the door open and took a step to the side.
“Dad? Are you home?” It wasn’t a stranger—it was Jake.
Oh shit.
“Yeah. I’m home.” I quickly hid the tire iron by the door and walked into the living room.
“Hey.” Jake was sitting on the sofa, but he immediately stood up when he saw me. “I was beginning to think I should have called first…”
Now I’m glad Phoebe didn’t come back to Penny Grove with me…
“You don’t have to call first.” I shook my head but remained rather apprehensive. “This is your home—it always will be. Is everything okay?”
“Thank you.” He grimaced a little bit as he spoke as if he was struggling with something internally. “I know I don’t deserve it after the things I said to you the last time I was sitting here, but can we talk?”
“Of course.” I nodded and sat down. “I’m happy to see you, son—I’m just surprised. It’s been a while…”
“This is hard, so please forgive me if it takes a moment.” He put his index fingers under his eyes and rubbed. “I owe you an apology—for a lot of things. I said a lot of things to you that I shouldn’t have.”
That’s rather unexpected, especially coming from him…
“We’ve both said some things that were regrettable.” I tensed up as I remembered a few of the choice words I had for him after he told me he was giving up his football scholarship. “I should have been more supportive of your decisions.”
I eventually said I was proud of him for following his dreams, but I think my initial reaction soured any impact those words could have had.
“I should have listened to you instead of being so quick to make those kinds of rash decisions.” He shook his head and trembled. “You were trying to talk to me like a rational person, and I just didn’t want to hear it.”
“What changed?” I tilted my head inquisitively. “Don’t get me wrong—I believe this is a conversation we need to have, but the last time we spoke, it didn’t seem like one you would ever be interested in having.”
“A little bit of growing up and a whole lot of clarity.” He sighed, and I saw tears forming in the corner of his eyes, but he tried to blink them away. “I have some new mentors at school—people who have opened my eyes to things I never saw when I was hanging on every word that Pastor John said. He presented faith like it was black or white, with fire and brimstone if you deviated from his philosophy. I had no idea that his way of thinking could be flawed. It was all I knew, but it was wrong…”
“Jake…” I shook my head and walked over to him. “It’s okay.”
I sat down on the couch and put an arm around my son. I could tell he was struggling—something had drastically changed inside of him. He was no longer a boy filled with an abundance of rage. He was a man trying to come to terms with his mistakes and apologize for them. I always felt like Pastor John had a twisted view of his faith and had instilled the worst of it in Jake—it seemed that others who had a better relationship with the man upstairs than I would ever have felt the same way. Someone had managed to help Jake see that, and I felt eternally grateful.
Jake cried on my shoulder for several minutes before he finally pulled away and wiped his eyes. I really didn’t know what to do other than hug him and try to be supportive. What he was going through had a much bigger impact on his mental state than it did on mine—I didn’t have the ability to hate my son, no matter how many horrible things he said to me. He didn’t have to apologize. All he had to do was tell me that he was ready to move past it.
“There’s more…” Jake looked down and sighed. “I’ve don’t know if Seminary is my calling. Honestly, I don’t know what my calling is, but
I really can’t be a leader when I was so easily swayed and led down the wrong path.”
“You were a child.” I shook my head. “Your experience may help someone else—someone who is lost like you were or becomes misguided along the way.”
“Maybe.” He nodded. “I committed to finishing out this semester, and then I’m going to see how I feel about it.”
“Whatever you decide.” I hugged him. “I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks, Dad.” He pulled away from our embrace and leaned against the couch. “I was such an awful kid in high school—so holier than thou when I wasn’t any better than the people I judged.”
“You weren’t always that way.” I shook my head. “You used to be very happy.”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “I hope I can be again one day, but I need some time to focus on myself instead of molding my beliefs around what others tell me.”
“I’m proud of you, no matter what.” I patted his knee. “I mean that.”
“Thank you.” He forced a smile. “I need to make a few amends and maybe a few more after the semester is over—one in particular.”
“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow and a sense of dread shot through me.
“Phoebe.” The forced smile disappeared. “I screwed that up so bad. You warned me—you told me I was making a mistake. I didn’t listen.”
A mistake? Is he saying that he wants to try and pursue a relationship with her now? Oh fuck.
“Phoebe…” I stumbled over my words as I tried to figure out what I could say.
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