“That was amazing, ladies. Just a little bit more, and I’ll say we're done here. I need the two of you to completely undress and give me some scenes like that. You don’t necessarily have to come again. Just give me some good facials.”
Oh, fuck me. I was so caught up I completely forgot Chad was here.
I just pray that what they can see of my orgasm face doesn’t look like I’m constipated or some shit.
Chapter 16
Felicity
Yesterdaywascrazybetweenthe photo shoot and then the video. It was so intense. But leaving the room was the worst. I knew in my heart that would be the last time I ever saw her. There was going to be no more ‘practice sessions’ to get to know each other. No more touches, kisses, and definitely no more teasing me with toys.
I came so many times with her yesterday and I’ve committed each and every orgasm to memory. Then, when we were done, I excused myself with a made-up story about having to meet Ezra.
Ezra wasn’t expecting me. He was out at poker night and there was no way I could go to him, not after what I just did.
My alarm goes off again, and instead of hitting snooze like I’ve done for the last hour, I throw the blankets off me and sit up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I sit there, eyes barely open, until the alarm pisses me off enough to snatch my phone and turn it off.
The screen catches my attention and I see missed messages. I swipe the screen, opening them up. The first is from my mom letting me know they changed their flight and will be intomorrow. She wants me to meet her at her new husband's house for a family dinner.
Great, just what I want to do.
Me: Sounds fun Mom. Time and address.
Knowing that she’ll message back with the information, I move on to the next.
Roxy: Just lying in bed thinking about today. I think the photos are going to come out amazing and the video will be fire.
Roxy: What are you doing tomorrow?
I click out of them, my finger hovering over her name as I debate deleting her contact. But it wouldn’t stop her from messaging me still. I could block her, but I don’t want to. Not just yet. There’s something deep inside of me that just won’t let me shut her out of my life.
I move down to the next one.
Ezra: Goodnight baby. I love you. I know you’re babysitting tomorrow, but how does lunch sound?
Me: I love you too. Lunch sounds amazing. The kids are being dropped off around 6. I’ll just be packing today so anytime is fine.
It’s only seven thirty, so I know he’s still sleeping and don’t expect him to message yet.
Before I can set my phone down, it vibrates in my hand. A message from Roxy. I fight the urge to open it and leave it on read.
This weekend is going to be crazy, and I have a lot to do. Letting out a heavy sigh, I set my phone back on my nightstand and get up. It’s time to get dressed.
I move around the house in a comfortable, half-focused haze. The minutes ticking away as I work. Alexa plays through every song on my playlist as I sing along to it. The only other sound in the room is the ripping of tape and rustling of packing paper as I busily pack up my life.
Somehow along the way, my hair’s become a rat's nest hanging half out of my ponytail, one sock is missing, and my favorite hoodie is crumpled in the corner where I discarded it after getting too hot—but I’m making progress. At least now, if Mom walks in the door, she won’t be as pissed as she would have been earlier this morning at the amount of work still left to be done.
I’m knee-deep in sorting a drawer when the doorbell rings.Who the hell can that be?
I stand, making my way to the living room as the doorbell rings again, followed by a loud knock. When I pull it open, my heart does a soft, happy flip.
There he is—my gorgeous boyfriend, standing there with that crooked smile that always makes my chest feel too full. He’s got takeout bags in one hand, something delicious already teasing my senses, and in the other, a drink tray.
“You,” I say with a laugh, before reaching out and taking the drink tray from him.
I raise up on my tiptoes as I lean in and kiss him—deep, warm, and maybe a little needy. All the feelings I have for him come rushing to the front and I’m so happy that he’s here. He kisses me back with equal energy, like he’s been waiting for it all day.
When I finally pull away, I grin, glancing down at the food. “I thought we were going out for lunch?”
