Finley snaked an arm out and wrapped it around her before he deepened the kiss. “Now that's a kiss,” he said when he pulled back.
“Definitely,” she replied.
“Let me see your phone,” he said suddenly.
“What? Why?” she asked.
“So I can put my number in it and text myself so I have yours. How else am I going to get in touch with you?” he replied.
“Oh! That makes sense,” she said, handing her phone to him. She watched as Finley saved his number and sent himself a text.
“There,” he said and kissed her again. “I'll let you go get ready for work,” he told her. “But don't worry, I'll be texting you later, Sweetheart.”
“I'll be looking forward to it,” she replied and stepped into her apartment, and closed the door behind her. She fed Zen, took a quick shower, and braided her hair before she got dressed and took Zen downstairs to the shop.
“Hey, boss lady,” Micah said as she placed Zen on his perch.
“Hey, Micah. How's the day been?” Sorcha asked.
“It was pretty busy earlier, but it's been slow the last hour or so,” he replied. “Since you're here, I'm going to head out,” he added.
“Sure thing. Enjoy the rest of your day,” she told him. Then she settled in for the rest of the day.
Finley
He'd stood at her door for a minute before finally leaving. Once he got home, he showered and did a little work. Then he fixed himself some dinner and pulled out his phone.
Me:Hey, Sweetheart, how's your day been?
Sweetheart:Hey! It started out slow but picked up this evening. How's yours been?
Me:Not too bad. I got a little work done. I was just thinking about you and wanted to check on you. How are you feeling?
Sweetheart:Pleasantly sore. I'm not complaining, just stating a fact
Me:We'll be more gentle next time. Can't have our girl hurting every time we fuck her
Sweetheart:Oh no you don't! I just need to get accustomed to two cocks at once. A few more times should do it
He laughed at her response. He loved how feisty she was.
Me:As you wish, Sweetheart
Sweetheart:I like winning ?? Customers just walked in, so I gotta go
Me:All right, Sweetheart. Talk later
He fixed himself a drink and settled in to watch a movie.
Later that night, lying in bed, he grabbed his phone and sent another text.
Me:Heading to bed, Sweetheart. I hope you have a good night and sweet dreams
Sweetheart:Goodnight, Sexy. Talk again soon
He put his phone on the charger, tugged the covers up, and headed off to sleep.
Chapter Five
