I pull on my knickers and straighten my dress. My eyebrows pinch, wondering who he’s talking to.
“I’ll come now. Bye.” Nick pulls off his red trousers. “Theo’s poorly. He has a temperature and flu-like symptoms. I’m going to collect him from school now and take him home.”
“Don’t worry about anything here. I’ll cancel the Santa bookings for the rest of the day.” I unhook his clothes from the coat stand and hold out his trousers and shirt. His legs are buff, just like the rest of him.
“Thanks, Joy.” He takes the clothes from me and dresses. I need to use the bathroom and clean myself up properly, but I want to see him off first.
I smile, thinking about how I just saw him off. Sparks fire in my core. Mini aftershocks after the two orgasms he just gave me. I’m sweating, despite the cool office, due to the cutbacks to the central heating.
Once dressed, he grabs his coat and keys. “I wish I didn’t have to leave you like this after what we just did. I was planning on taking you home tonight and making love to you.”
My walls clench. “We have all the time in the world for that. You let me know how Theo is. I hope he gets better soon.” Selfishly, for my cooch’s sake more than anyone else’s.
Nick’s hand grips the back of my head while he takes my mouth one more time. I sag against him, my bones melting as he crushes my lips. “I’ll text you.”
17
JOY
The front door clangs shut. I pause the streaming of a Christmas movie and move the bowl of popcorn from the sofa to my lap.
Sara stumbles into the living room, looking a little wasted for a Monday evening.
“Good night?” I ask.
She was meeting her boyfriend straight from work, which explains the smile she’s wearing.
She leans over the back of the sofa and dives a hand into the popcorn. “Not as good as yours. Spill. Now. I’ve been dying to know what happened with you today.” She corners the sofa, then bounces on the cushion next to me so she can delve back into the bowl of popcorn.
“I told Nick everything, and he didn’t care. In fact, you were right. He likes that he’s my first.”
“Did you do it?” Sara wiggles her eyebrows, gobbling more popcorn like she’s got a front-row seat at a West End show.
I wince. “Not exactly. But we did everything but that. Then his kid got sick, so he left early.”
Her shoulders deflate. “Well, that’s a bit of a letdown.”
“It wasn’t a letdown. It was incredible.” I sigh, thinking back to how he kissed me before he left. A kiss full of promises of what’s coming.
“Wow, you really have it bad for him.” Sara takes the remote. “What are we watching?”
“The Knight Before Christmas.” I hand her the popcorn. “You can put what you want on. I’m off to bed.”
“Okay. Night.” She sprawls out on the sofa after I stand and grab my book and phone from the coffee table. As I make my way into my bedroom, the phone buzzes in my hand.
What’s my little star up to?
When he calls me that, something lights up inside me. My body buzzes like a string of twinkling lights about to pop. Biting my lip, I text back.
Just getting into bed to read my book.
Is Mr Turbo with you? Do I need to be jealous?
A silent giggle rocks my shoulders.
Not tonight. I think my coochy’s had enough for one day. Don’t you?
Your coochy won’t know what’s hit it when I get you all to myself.
