Eva is going to take Eli this weekend so I can do whatever I can to get ahead of my work. She’s already talking about going shopping with them and buying them matching outfits.
Shopping. The word brings me back to last weekend with Jessie. Not only was it the most fun I’d had in a long time, but that moment in the dressing room was the hottest I’d ever experienced—and I’d experienced a lot.
She was so bold as she willingly undressed in front of me, daring me to do something about it. And, fuck, I almost did. If we hadn’t been interrupted, I would have taken her right there in front of the mirror.
My dick twitches in my pants at the memory. I’ve stroked myself to that memory four times already, and it hasn’t even been a week since it happened.
But it’s also her presence that I’ve found myself longing for all week. Having her here last night would have soothed the ache after finding out Pierce got the case.
It’s made me consider if my secret is worth spending a lifetime apart from her.
I look down at my takeout, not much of an appetite anymore. I just got home from work not long ago, and Eli is hanging out on her mat on the floor. She starts smiling up at the talking elephant I added to the top of it. My heart swells in my chest. She’s never smiled like that before—so intentionally.
I grab my phone off the coffee table and snap a picture of it. I should send it to Jessie. She would love it.
No, I can’t. I need to draw the line in the sand. Opening up the gate for us to start texting each other could only lead to more blurred lines. The fact that I’m even considering exposing my secret is proof enough that I’m getting too close.
Only hours later, after Eli is asleep in my room and I’m lying on the couch after working, I start to think maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I texted her. It’s just a text. She would want to see the picture. I should be proud of my daughter, not afraid to brag about how cute she is.
That solidifies it. I open up our recent text strand and attach the picture, then send it to her.
She answers immediately.
Jessie:Ohhh my gosh!!! Look at that smile!!! She’s the cutest!!!
I smile at my screen.
Me:I do think I made a pretty adorable baby.
Jessie:Ugh, of course you make this about you.
I chuckle to myself. Typical Jessie response—though I guess I deserved it.
Me:Would you expect anything less?
Jessie:Not at all. You are so predictable.
Something about her calling me predictable doesn’t sit well with me. I’m predictable when it comes to her because I need to keep my distance. I can’t fly by the seat of my pants and do what my instincts are when I’m around her.
I’m tired of it. Just once, I want to take her by surprise. To show her I’m the guy she used to know before everything changed.
Me:Oh, yeah? Predictable? Is that what you thought when I was touching you while you stood, naked and begging for me, in the dressing room?
My heart rate accelerates as a thrill runs through me. No more beating around the bush. We’re not going to let that moment pass by without acknowledging it.
But a reply doesn’t come through right away. After several minutes, I begin to panic, wondering if I pushed it too far, when my phone lights back up.
Jessie:Please, I wasn’t begging.
Jessie:You were the one who couldn’t keep your hands off me.
Jessie:And I’m on my knees when I beg.
Fuuuck. Picturing her on her knees in front of me has my cock pushing through my sweatpants right now. I can’t help it. I reach down inside of them and pump my fist up and down over my straining dick.
Me:Don’t think I don’t remember what that mouth of yours feels like, wrapped around my dick. Pure heaven.
I continue to stroke my cock as I bring myself back to that night. She was so greedy as she sucked on me like I was a damn Popsicle melting in the sun.
