Except for that one little spot in my lower back that didn’t want to budge.
“Ugh, of course,” I grumbled.
My sister’s snores from her bedroom flooded the living room through her cracked door and I shook my head. That girl had always been able to pull in the curtains from the other side of the room, and I giggled to myself as I gathered my things. It always made me feel better to have a sister night with her, but now that I was out of a job, I had to focus on finding another one.
Because as it stood, I didn’t have enough money in my measly savings account to get me through three months’ worth of bills.
I made my way down to my car and headed back to my place. I dragged ass up the stairs and didn’t stop until I locked all of the doors behind me and stood in front of my shower. I stripped down and took a quick, hot shower, trying to wash all of the grimy depression off my skin that tried to permeate my mind.
And just as I stepped out of the shower, my phone buzzed.
“Maybe it’s my boss telling me that he made a huge mistake,” I murmured to myself.
But once I picked up the phone, I realized it was so much better than that.
Unknown number: Hey. It’s Bender. I want to see you again.
I couldn’t text him back quickly enough.
Me: I was wondering when I’d hear from you. I’m free today if you want to meet up.
Bender: Send me your address. I’ll come over with coffee.
I shot him my address before I scrambled to get ready. I hopped back into the shower to shave myself from head to toe because I knew what was about to happen. There was way too much tension between the two of us for shit not to go down, and after the hellish day yesterday had been, I needed some stress relief. I slathered on lotion and put on a black set of lingerie. I wrapped my robe around my body and tied it off in a bow around my waist, then paced around in the living room waiting for him to show up.
And when a knock finally sounded at my door, I drew in a few deeps breaths to try and calm myself.
Before I let him into my place.
“Huh,” he said as he came barging through the doors, “nice studio.”
I closed the door and flipped the lock. “It’s a bit small, but it works for me.”
He turned around with two coffees in his hand. “Picked you up some caffeine.”
I walked over and plucked it from his hand. “I appreciate that.”
We stared at one another as we each took a long pull from our coffees, and just the way he stared me down had my toes curling into the floor. A grin crept across my face and he matched it, allowing his gaze to sink down my body.
“Nice legs,” he said.
I tossed him a playful wink. “Nice lips.”
He took another long pull from his drink. “Why don’t you be a good girl and come see exactly what these lips can do.”
“I honestly thought you’d never ask.”
I barely got my coffee sat down somewhere before he jumped my bones, taking me into his arms and pulling me flush against his body. He walked me backward as our lips collided, and I tilted my head off to the side just to plunge my tongue deeper into his mouth. He growled down the back of my throat. The back of my legs touched the edge of my bed in the corner of the studio apartment and the second I stopped, he pawed at my robe.
And when it finally slid from my arms, he got a peek at what was beneath the plain, white fabric.
“Jesus Christ, I love it when a woman knows what she wants,” he grumbled.
I wrapped my hands up in his shirt and pulled him down on top of me. We tumbled to the bed, legs and arms flying as we tore one another’s clothes off. I didn’t stop until I felt his muscles rumbling beneath my fingertips. The heat of his skin puckered my nipples as his open-mouthed kisses peppered my neck. I sighed and moaned. I bucked ravenously against him as he nibbled along my pulse point.
And as my pussy wet itself for him, the tip of his thick dick teased my entrance.
“Take me now,” I said breathlessly.
