Page 19 of Naughty November

But he had the last laugh. It took some time, and when I got the next photo, I realized why. My phone notified me just as I was preparing to leave the office. I wouldn’t have checked it right away,except that I knew I’d be driving for the next twenty or so minutes and wouldn’t be able to.

It was a photo of Atticus, standing in a very well-equipped walk-in shower. He was holding a hand-held sprayer over his head, his curls wet and sticking to his scalp.

He wasn’t naked. Oh no. He was in a pair of drenched white briefs through which I could see the outline of his dick, and an open black jean jacket, also soaking, with splotches of white where bleach had been splattered to great effect. His lips were parted. He wasn’t looking at the camera, but down at the bottom of the shower, and the image was the sexiest fucking thing I’d seen since we’d been in that room together. Maybe for a long time before that.

I was paralyzed, standing there by the door, taking in the utter beauty of this sexy as hell photo, when my co-worker Laney came up behind me.

“Earth to Luther. Did you get a dick pic?”

I shoved my phone in my pocket, giving a fake laugh. “No, no. Nothing like that.”

Everythinglike that, butbetter.

“That’s a shame,” she said as she moved past me. “See you tomorrow.”

I lifted a hand in a cursory wave, then checked behind me and brought my phone out of my pocket to look at that goddamn photo again.

I wasn’t sure why, but the fact that Atticus was wearing clothes in the shower made it so much hotter than if he’d just taken a picture of himself naked.

I saw the three dots fading in and out under the sent photo.

Atticus:What do you think?

I checked my surroundings again and sent him six flame emojis, hoping that would convey my appreciation.

He sent back a peach and eggplant.

I had to use a tripod to take that. Otherwise, you’d have had it sooner.

Jesus Christ. This man would be my undoing.

I was the first to arrive at Maverick Molly’s that Saturday.

We’d texted back and forth all week, joking around and being silly. Honestly, the exchanges brightened my days—and nights. He hadn’t sent any more photos, because I’d told him that nothing could compare to the perfection of the one he’d sent. I even asked his consent to jerk off to it, and he’d said that he would be honored, and asked me to send a photo of the results. I’d done so, hoping it wouldn’t be flagged by the Apple Gods who probably had better things to do than monitor my phone messages.

It was a shot of my hand coated with jizz.

Atticus:I want to lick it off. Tongue hanging out emoji.

Me:Don’t worry, you’ll get your chance.

So here I was, sitting at a table in the gaming parlor, watching the pretty twinks serving drinks in their Victorian underwear, and trying to be patient. Atticus had texted that he was running late but on his way. I kept checking my watch, and it was getting closer and closer to the time of our reservation. I didn’t appreciate my subs being late to a previously arranged encounter, even if they had notified me. It was so disrespectful.

When he did show up and breezed into the gaming parlor with a friendly smile, I frowned and tapped my watch.

“You’re late, Atticus.”

His smile wavered. “I’m so sorry, Luther. I didn’t mean to be.”

“Apology accepted,” I said, standing and keeping my expression neutral, even though I was delighted to see him. “But we need to get moving.”

“Yes, Sir,” Atticus said, his eyes going wide as I took his elbow and brought him to the bar where Sebastian was cleaning up.

“Holy fuck,” he said, glancing at me. “I like you when you’re bossy and grumpy.”

“I’m not grumpy,” I said in a sober tone, turning to Sebastian. I didn’t let go of Atticus, though. “Can I get the key, please, Sebastian? I have a punishment to deliver.” I glanced at Atticus. “Two punishments, actually.”

“Two!”Atticus remarked.