I bark out with laughter. “Good morning to you too.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she says as I pull out of the school parking lot, “good morning.”
It’s been two days since she ate dinner at my house. Yesterday we went back and forth with a couple of texts, and then I called her when the kids went to bed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m getting ready to head into the Oval Office and meet with the President.” I smirk at her snark.
“Does that mean you can’t come over?”
“It’s eight o’clock in the morning,” she observes.
“I’m leaving tonight after the game, and back the day after.”
“I know, you forget my brother is on the team. He keeps me informed of when he’s leaving. Mostly because he wants me to know Lexi is on her own.”
“That’s nice of him,” I say, pulling up to my house. “So you can’t come over?”
“Now?”
“Yeah, you can help me pack,” I suggest, even though it’s a lame fucking reason when the real reason I want her to come over is so I can spend time with her and finally get her naked. We made out on my couch two days ago, but she refused to go further with the kids in the house. Something that left us both on edge, so on edge I ended up jerking off as soon as she left.
“It’s one night.” She chuckles. “How much do you have to pack?”
I pull up to my house. “Just got home.”
“Ugh, fine,” she huffs out. “I’ll go to work late.”
“See you soon.” I hang up the phone and rush into the house, cleaning up the breakfast plates and the kitchen before she gets here.
I slam the dishwasher closed when the doorbell rings. I smile as I walk to it, seeing her outside the front door. I open the door and my mouth waters. “Hey,” she says, stepping in. My eyes go from her sky-high nude heels, over her naked legs, to her brown suede miniskirt that has a zipper on one side and a zipper on the other side across her hip. A long-sleeve white knitted V-neck shirt is tucked in, falling over the swell of her tits.
“Hey,” I greet as I shut the door. I should take it slow, but I don’t, I kiss her the way I’ve been thinking of kissing her since she left. My tongue slides into her mouth as her hands go to my waist. “You go to work dressed like that all the time?” I ask her when I step away from her and she smirks.
“You mean wearing clothes?” She laughs. “Yeah, usually. It’s pretty frowned upon walking around in public naked.”
“If it makes you feel better,” I kiss her neck, “you can get naked right now and walk up to my bedroom.” She pushes me away from her. “It was just a thought.”
“I will take that into consideration,” she retorts. “Now, don’t you have to pack?”
“I do.” I slip my hand in hers. “Leave the shoes on,” I tell her and she kicks them off to spite me.
I walk to the steps, my heart speeding up as she follows me up, her fingers holding onto mine. I walk into the bedroom and she lets go of my hand. “So this is where the magic happens.” She takes a step in and sees the king-size bed in the middle of the room against the wall facing the bathroom.
“I can tell you right now,” I state, “there has been no magic that has ever happened in this room since I’ve lived here.”
Her mouth opens. “You’ve never had sex in the house?”
I shake my head. “I’ve had a couple one-night stands, just not in this house. I wasn’t going to bring some random woman to my house where my kids live. What if she went all Fatal Attraction and I came in and she was boiling a bunny?”
“They always blame the woman who was boiling the bunny, but what about the man who had an affair with said woman?”
“I’m not blaming anyone, I’m just saying this is a one-night stand free zone.” I smile at her. “Besides, we’re friends so it’s okay for you to know where I live.”
“Obviously.” She chuckles as she walks to the edge of the bed. The covers are all over the place. “So he doesn’t make his bed in the morning.”
“Never. Unless the housekeeper does it when she is here. It stays pretty much like that. I usually just fix the covers right before I slide into bed.”
“But how good does it feel when you slide into the bed when it’s done?”
