Stormy beamed at me and then kissed me again. “I need a shower, and you did such a good job.” His smile transformed to the filthy one I knew meant good things were coming my way—and so would I. “Join me?”
“Oh please, Mister,” I murmured, and he laughed as he dragged me toward the bathroom. I wasn’t disappointed. As soon as we were both naked under the steaming water, he shoved me against a shower wall and hit his knees. Unlike me, who still had trouble deep-throating, I suspected Stormy had been born without a gag reflex. He took me down and played with my balls and eased a finger into my asshole to work my prostate while he swallowed. I’d never come so fast or so hard in my life, and then he was sweet enough to wash me off, even though this was supposed to be his shower after a hard day at work. He was also nice enough to make sure I didn’t slip and die while I tried to recover some of my energy.
Dinner came and went, and I was still in a sex daze even as I cleaned up afterward. It wasn’t until I was on the couch with Stormy, snuggled under a blanket beside him while we watchedThe Blues Brothers, because over dinner we’d been talking and he’d never seen it, that I began to feel guilty as hell again.
Stormy cuddled tighter against my chest and massaged my thigh with a firm grip. “You okay?” he murmured tiredly. “Something wrong?”
“No,” I mumbled, feeling even worse. I wanted to blurt out that I hadn’t listened to him this morning, or rather, I’d decided he must be either fucking high or simplyfucking with meif he thought anyone important would want me working with them. Part of me wanted to confess my sins and hope for the best, but now that I’d begun worrying about it, I was scared to say anything.
What if he’s mad at me?
I didn’t want him to be pissed off if I’d been wrong, and what would it matter anyway? It wasn’t like I was getting any of these jobs I applied to. I tried to shove the thought away.
He ran his hand slowly up my thigh until he tickled along the seam where my groin met my leg. I hadn’t dressed after our shower, but he’d put on pajama bottoms. I breathed through the tease.
“I’m excited to go out tomorrow night. This has been a week already. It’ll be fun.” He smiled at me and my stomach melted with it. I loved it when he looked at me the way he was right now, as if I was someone special.
“You want that? People might notice. It’s okay with me if we don’t.”
Stormy tilted his head. “I don’t give a fuck what other people think of anything I do.” His firm jaw and steely eyes had my heart beating faster.
“I believe you.”
“Besides, every good househusband gets a date night each week.” He pinched my leg lightly.
My heart hammered faster. “They do?”
“You’ve earned it, Pookie,” he murmured and kissed me. Everything in me simmered, and I was so happy.
The movie finished and we got ready for bed. I was tired and the prospect of curling up with Stormy all night long was a really good one. I’d worked hard to get all of the chores in the apartment done today, as well as the extras that took me outside, which was always harrowing in its own way. I was also excited—more than I could ever remember being—at the idea of going out tomorrow. I left the bathroom first and went into the bedroom to turn back the blankets on the bed before I slid in. Stormy smirked at me as he came into the bedroom and shimmied out of his clothes. He flipped off the lights and turned off the lamp beside the bed. I loved it when he slid between the sheets with me and slotted his warm, soft, naked skin against mine.
“You feel so good.”
“Mm.” He yawned, and I laughed at him. “You too, sweetheart.”
My eyes were closed and I was dozing when I heard something that sounded like a message go off in the darkness. Stormy huffed out a sigh and rolled away from me. The light snapped on, and I was surprised when he ripped the pillow out from under my head and tossed it on the floor. He sat up and glared down at me.
“What’s going on?”
His nostrils flared and he pointed. “Out of my bed.”
My stomach shrank to the size of an ant. “What?”
“You lied to me.”
My heart froze. Fuck, did he find out about theonething all month I hadn’t done that he’d told me to do? “I—”
“When I asked you if you finished your list today, you told me yes.” He jabbed his pointy, judging finger into the middle of my chest. “You didn’t apply to that job I sent you a link for, did you?”
“Yeah….” His eyes narrowed, and I scrambled until I was up against the headboard. “Yeah, no. I didn’t.” I pointed at him. “But it wasn’t on the list. So there.”
“I told you to do it. Directly. The words came out of my mouth.”
My mind blanked. “How did you find out?” The second the words were out there between us, I knew they’d been the wrong thing to say.
Stormy snarled, there was no other name for it. “Don’t make this any worse for yourself. Get out.”
My heart raced, and I felt for a few seconds like my head would float off my body. “Am I… are you kicking me out of the apartment?”
