“Lex, I can barely believe I’m dating you on most days. I’m sure they’re feeling the same.”
He stares at me like I’ve gone mad, as if my argument makes no sense at all. Then, he surprises me by wrapping a hand around my nape and pulling me in for a quick but unmistakable kiss. Mason lets out a shocked gasp on the other end of our table as Lex releases me, but he doesn’t look away. Instead, he stares into my eyes.
“Do you think they believe it now, freckles?” he asks.
“Lex,” I scold, covering my mouth to contain a small giggle. “I’m sure that’s not allowed in the PDA rulebook.”
“I haven’t read it yet, so I’m not liable to repercussions.”
I look around, cheeks flushed, and then look at him again. “I feel like a second kiss would really seal it in. You know, before we read the rules and have to follow them to a T.”
We share another short but adamant kiss, which has Mason gasping again.
Alright, Lex has made his point. If people in the office start questioning this relationship, then that’s on them, not me.
From now on, no more regrets, and no more doubts. I’m dating my boss, and I’m not letting anyone make me feel bad about it.
The best thing about everyone knowing Lex and I are dating is that we can leave and arrive at work together. There’s no more having to be discreet and dropping me off a couple of blocks away.
So that’s what we do. We stop by my place on Monday so I can get enough things to last me a while, and we head to his place after work every day of the week. A routine quickly settles between us, and I swear I could do exactly this for the rest of my life.
Lex usually has more work to handle once we get to his place, so he does that in his home office while I read a few comics in the next room. Then, either of us lures the other into a little naughty session—on his desk, the lounge chair in the comics room, a random wall… After that, we eat something while watching a movie, or at least half of one, and then we shower together and get ready for the night. If we somehow manage to behave in the shower, we fuck again in his bed—we do both on Tuesday evening. And in the morning, the first to wake slowly and tenderly wakes up the other with kisses and grazes, and we have sex again before getting ready for work.
I won’t lie, all that physical activity is exhausting, but I’m also the happiest I’ve ever been. The rest of my life will be fucking amazing, and I can’t wait for it.
We have to go our respective ways on Thursday since we don’t have the same Thanksgiving plans. But a break will do mychochasome good. I’m not saying I’m getting tired of Lex’s gigantic dick, but there’s only so much a girl can take.
Though, I might need to be institutionalized because when Lex offers to come pick me up on his way home from Kevin and Shelly’s Thanksgiving, I immediately agree. Like my abuela always says, I’ll rest when I’m dead.
I still get a few hours with my friends and colleagues, sharing delicious food, playing games, and having fun. As much as I want to spend every waking moment with Lex, I can’t neglect the other people who matter to me. He already has me all night every night. Several times per night, even. That has to be enough.
For the first time in thirty-five years, I’m excited about my birthday. There’s never been much to it except a few overpriced gifts and a cake. I didn’t have friends to invite as a child, and because I was born in the shadow of Thanksgiving, it was never properly celebrated. But this year, everything changes thanks to the sleepy woman plastered onto me.
The day has barely even started, but I already can’t fucking wait for the next thirty-five birthdays we’ll celebrate together. I’m looking at her in the morning light, in awe, when she lets out a little whimper as her eyebrows twitch. “Hm, baby,” she mumbles.
Because we’ve spent almost every night together this past week, I’ve realized what an active sleeper she is. I’ve known for a while that she kicks and turns around a lot, which is why I often trap her in my arms or under my body to get some sleep. But I’ve now learned that she talks as well. She’ll even respond sometimes when I talk back, which offers amusing interludes in the middle of the night.
“Are you dreaming of me, freckles?” I whisper in her ear.
Her frown deepens as a small moan rumbles in her throat. Only when her body arches slightly do I understand what’s happening. My naughty little woman is having a sex dream.
Delicately, I maneuver her on her back and position myself over her. I kiss the warmth of her throat and whisper in her ear, “Andrea, wake up.”
But she doesn’t, so I keep kissing, lowering down her lax body. As I reach below her breasts, I halt my exploration to say, “Andrea, my love, wake up.”
She moans again, her body lifting into mine. She’s exhausted, but that’s on her for waking me up at exactly midnight to wish me a happy birthday. And then it’s on me for keeping her pinned under me for an hour as a thank you.
Leisurely, I continue kissing every inch of her, getting closer to my final destination. When I get to her pretty pussy, I admire the wetness already gathering there, holding back the urge to lick it. Instead, I run my tongue up her thigh, near the pink expanse.
“Andrea, wake up,” I ask again.
“Lex…” she begs. “Take the cape off.”
She’s clearly still asleep, so I gently bite the creamy skin of her inner thigh, hard enough to properly wake her up.
“Ah, fuck,” she whimpers, jolting under me.
Seconds later, she whips the covers away, looking down at me with hooded eyes while I kiss the spot I bit. “You’re finally awake,” I mumble with a smile.
