Can you at least text me that you got home so I don’t worry?
I close my eyes. “Why can’t you date him on the off hours?” I ask myself and then shake my head. “Because if you suck at your job, he’s not going to tell you and then he’ll just keep you because you guys are banging each other,” I answer myself before getting out and texting him back.
Me:
Just got home. Thanks for checking on me.
I press send before I add in, Want to come and see my new place? And maybe bang me one more time?
I walk into the house and dump my bag on the table by the door before I kick off my shoes. I’m pulling open the fridge when my phone pings and I rush over, thinking it’s him but then feeling a little disappointed when I see it’s Ariella and she sent a picture.
I open the text thread and see a picture of Jagger with his big gummy smile.
Ariella:
Someone misses Aunt Lexi and her nighttime snuggles.
I answer her right away.
Me:
How about I come by after work tomorrow so he can see I’m alive and I can get some wet kisses from him?
She answers back right away.
Ariella:
He’ll be waiting with drool and all.
I close the fridge and walk back to my bedroom and then straight to my bathroom. “Might as well wash away the evidence,” I state, opening the glass shower door and turning it on. Slipping my jeans off me, I toss them into the laundry basket in the corner before the shirt, bra, and panties join them. I put my head back when I step into the warm water and close my eyes. Memories of last night and all day today play over in my head. Me in his lap, his cock buried in me, our arms wrapping around each other, our mouths attached. It was the single most erotic thing I’ve ever done. Every single time with him just got better and better. He really made sure he kissed every single inch of my body. From the top of my head to the tips of my toes, he’s had his mouth or tongue on me.
I shake my head to stop thinking about it, getting out and doing my nighttime routine. Sliding into bed, I take my phone and I’m itching to text him that I’m thinking about him, but knowing it’s not right for either of us. So, I put it down and turn off the lights until the alarm rings softly the next morning at 6:00 a.m.
I stretch my arms over my head, my muscles still sore from all the work it did the day before. Even getting out of bed I feel him, and I knew I would. He didn’t just take me to bed and get it over with. Nope, not Kirby, he took me to bed and properly fucked me until I couldn’t move. The ten minutes I was used to, which by the end of our marriage had dwindled down to two minutes, was not even a comparison.
“Okay, you are going to have to stop thinking about him,” I scold myself as I take a sip of coffee. “He’s your boss and you made the decision.” I walk to the outside couch area, sitting down and watching the sun rise. “Doesn’t mean you have to like it.”
I finish my coffee before getting up and heading back inside, my phone ringing at exactly seven, and I look down to see it’s my father calling. “Good morning.” A smile fills my face.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he greets. “I just got in the car to go to the gym and thought I would call and say good luck today.”
I take a deep breath and my stomach flutters nervously. “Thank you, I’m so nervous.”
“I don’t know why; I think this will be good for you. They should be lucky to have you.”
“You have to say that, you’re my dad.” I roll my eyes, rinsing the cup and then opening the fridge to grab the eggs and then the freezer for a sausage round. “But I’m honored either way.”
“How was the weekend? Did you unpack?” he asks me and I look at the boxes in the living room.
“I’m almost done,” I lie to him. I couldn’t really unpack this weekend; I was having the best sex of my life, and now I’m probably ruined for all men. “Just a couple more to go.”
“Okay, honey, call us tonight and let us know how it went,” he tells me. “Love you.”
“Love you more.” I disconnect while I make my breakfast sandwich and eat it with a smile on my face.
I head to the bedroom next and grab the exact skirt that would probably piss off Trent but makes me happy. The skirt he tossed to the side and told me to give away is now the outfit I’m going to wear for my first day at work. The tan skirt with a slit on the side, making it classy but with a hint of sexy. I slip the black, long-sleeve button-down cotton shirt off the hanger, tucking it inside and leaving three buttons open before folding the oversized cuffs.
I get into my SUV and try not to let the nerves fill me, but the closer I get to the destination, the more nervous I become. I park in the underground parking where the email the secretary sent me instructed me to.
