“Miss Piper is exceptional, probably because she knows she won’t have to deal with having her sleeves tugged on every two minutes after this job’s done. Have you had any update from Liv, by the way?” I’d spoken to one of the detectives in the morning, who hadn’t had much in the way of new information, at least what he could tell me.
Romy nodded, taking a good drink of her wine. “That tastes good. She phoned just before pick up time. They’ve got a detective interviewing Stan Jarmin in prison and they think he’s going to talk. He knows more than what he’s been letting on, but from what Liv’s said, they don’t think he’s happy that his daughter’s been targeted.”
“I suppose he still has influence even from inside,” I pinched an olive from a bowl she’d put out. “When I kiss you in a minute you’re going to taste olives on me.”
She reached out and popped an olive in her own mouth. “That cancels that out. Does that mean you’re going to kiss me again?”
“Damn right. I might do some other things too.” I pulled her into my arms, wondering why this felt right even when it shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be liking someone this much when I wasn’t even fully divorced. I shouldn’t have met someone so quickly, someone who was a parent of the school where I was now the boss. Lots of shouldn’ts.
But I decided I should still kiss her, so I did, not tasting any olives.
The kiss descended into something heated quickly, Romy ending up seated on the kitchen worktop, putting it and her inperil. I pulled her closer towards me, her legs either side of my waist and had visions of fucking her there, of finally feeling what it was like to have her come around me, grip my cock, sending me over the edge and I was hard again, a roar of frustration tampering my control.
“Maybe we should put a pin in this until Friday.” I broke the kiss.
She shook her head, her hair now loose from her ponytail, wild about her face. I brushed it back, loving the feel of it thick and heavy in my hand.
“I owe you for last night.”
“That’s not how it works.” I shook my head, but there was only so much protesting I was going to do.
“It is if I say so.” She scrambled off the worktop and checked the baby monitor. “Both fast asleep.”
Then she surprised me, closing the kitchen door and undoing the shirt she had on. Underneath she wore just a lacy bra, one that gave me a good idea of what it held.
“Fuck, Romy.”
“Not tonight. You can fuck Romy on Friday.” She slipped the shirt off, placing it on the back of an almost catastrophically dilapidated kitchen chair. It wasn’t the chair I was focusing on though, my attention was just on her as she reached round her back and undid her bra, leaving herself bare from the waist up.
She picked up her shirt again and put it on, leaving it undone, so I could still see her tits, round and full, her nipples hard and pink.
“This is to give you something to look at. Choose a chair that’s not going to kill you and sit down.”
“I don’t usually follow orders.”
“You don’t usually get orders like this.” She licked her lips. “If I can remember what to do.”
I laughed, seeing through her veneer of confidence. “I can help you practice.”
“Don’t be cute,” she laughed. “Take a seat, for my sake.”
I took the one facing the door, the table blocking anyone who came through the internal door.
Romy pulled a cushion off the chair next to it, the material from circa nineteen seventy, and then she kneeled on it, her hands going straight to the fly of my pants, nimble fingers pulling out my cock.
“Come up here.” I put a finger under her chin. “A kiss first.”
She kneeled higher, her lips meeting mine for a soft, almost chaste kiss.
Still no taste of olives.
“You know I’m returning the favour. This time I’m going to make you come on my hand while I have my mouth on those tits.”
She caught a deeper breath.
“Are you going to suck my dick while I play with those tits now?”
She nodded, her eyes glassy. I knew if I touched her pussy now she’d probably explode, just like I would when she put her mouth on my cock.
