“Thanks,” she called back, joining me at the dining room table carrying the same fingerprint mug she seemed to always use. An eclectic little cup compared to my white and glass sets lining the cabinets. Sadie hardly had anything when she moved in here a month ago, but the things she did bring over added a little pop of color to the apartment.
She settled into the chair across from me, taking a sip of coffee as the steam rose to kiss her fresh face. She opened herWhat to Expect When You’re Expectingbook and began reading. I smiled to myself before looking back down at my phone, scrolling the morning news. This morning routine of ours had come to be one of my favorite parts of the day, aside from meeting back here after work when our pent-up sexual tension we’d had to stifle in the office came to a head, and we very well may explode if we didn’t act on it.
Once I was done scrolling my phone, I headed into the kitchen to make French toast, Sadie’s craving of the week. Last week it was a pepperjack omelet with green chiles. The week before that it was Belgian waffles. Thankfully, my personal chef had meal-prepped everything I needed for her ever changing moods when it came to breakfast.
“French toast, right?” I called from the kitchen as I opened the fridge.
“Yup. Baby is still set on it. Extra powdered sugar, please,” she called back.
I chuckled to myself and began pulling out the brown sugar and cinnamon egg mixture, along with the thickly sliced brioche bread. As I began dredging the bread, Sadie wandered into the kitchen and set her empty mug in the kitchen sink.
“I miss that second cup.” She sighed longingly before lifting herself on the black marble countertop.
“I know, but you heard the doctor. You have to limit your caffeine intake.” I placed the dredged bread in the hot skillet on the stove, the egg sizzling loudly.
“Maybe if you hadn’t kept me up most of the night, I wouldn’t be so tired,” she said playfully.
“You’re right. You do need your rest. According to what I’ve read, you should be getting atleasteight hours.”
“Then I guess we will have to start earlier,” she said, tucking her bottom lip under her front teeth.
I laughed out loud. “You’re insatiable.” I shook my head as I flipped the bread over in the pan.
“I can’t help it. It’s the hormones!” She giggled.
I turned toward her, scooching her to the edge of the counter where she wrapped her arms around my neck, her full breasts pressing against the silky fabric of her pajama top.
“Are you sure it’s notme?” I asked, leaning in and kissing along her jawline.
“Oh, youdefinitelyplay a part,” she answered.
I could have her here easily. My growing erection was begging for it, but we would risk being late to work. I groaned as I reluctantly pulled my mouth from her soft skin.
“You need to eat,” I said firmly.
“So bossy.” She smirked.
We ate our breakfast right there in the kitchen, with Sadie on the countertop and me leaning beside her, the French toast practically melting in my mouth. I would miss this particular craving.
After we finished, I washed the dishes while she went to get ready for work. Our routine was pretty much the same every morning. She left for the office an hour before me to not raise any questions. It was the same after work. One of us left earlier, and waited eagerly at home for the other to arrive.
She emerged from her bedroom thirty minutes later, her red hair pulled into a high bun on her head, wearing a cream shift dress. I whistled when I saw her. She waved me off with a little giggle before slipping on a pair of white heels she had carried out with her. I admired the curves of her ass as she bent down to do so.
“We should just play hooky,” I said.
“Now who is insatiable?” she asked with a raised brow.
I strode toward her and pulled her against me. She leaned up and nipped my bottom lip with her teeth.
“I’ll see you soon,” she said, pulling away and grabbing her purse.
“Tease!” I called after her with a laugh.
Her laughter followed her out the door before it closed behind her. Today was going to be hard. Little did I know…
I arrived at the office an hour after Sadie left, leaving me with the only option of a cold shower to calm the arousal she had left me with. As I walked the hallway to my office, I noticed curious stares trailing me. I cleared my throat and straightened my shoulders, trying to brush it off, but something was up. I gave Sadie a nod as I passed her and stepped into my office.
I turned on my computer and was surprised to see my email’s inbox was crowded with unread messages from IT. Curiously, I opened one with the subject line of:You might want to see this…
