Page 55 of Flirting with 40

Is he telling me that he thought last night was as good as I thought it was?

He tightens his arms around me as his breathing evens, but there is no way in hell I’m falling asleep again. My mind is as awake as my body is, and it’s all because of him.

It all feels a little too easy, though. My first time with Paul left me wondering if it had been a mistake, while this? This is just comfortable when it should be awkward.

He shifts again, and I tense when his dick hits me again.

“It’s perfectly normal, you know? Morning wood. I could get all doctor-ly on you and give you a really long list of complicated medical terms to explain why it does what it does, but I’ll just say it’s indicative of a healthy male. You know, in case last night wasn’t proof enough for you.” His playful tone is all I need to hear to know he really is too good to be true.

“No explanation is necessary.”

“So, it was proof enough for you?”

I look up to find a grin wide on his lips and his eyes half-open.

“I thought we were supposed to measure things in satisfaction?” I quirk an eyebrow.

“True. Very true. I guess I need to up my game then.”

I freeze when he stretches, partially rolling on top of me, my body awakening fully to the feel of every long, hard inch of his weight on me.

“What?” I laugh.

“Getting my satisfaction ruler out.”

Slade grabs something off my nightstand and then retreats to his side of the bed. To my surprise, he’s holding the napkin from our dinner at Metta’s up in the air so we can both look at it.

“What? You kept it?”

“Of course, I did,” he says. “You didn’t think I was going to leave Blade’s To-Do list for just anyone to accomplish, now did you?”

Blade’s To-Do List:

Make Paul regret he ever let you go.

Figure out our history: when we met, how long your legs really are, pet peeves, etc.

Make Horrible Heather see you differently.

Win your co-workers over by being fucking awesome.

Convince everyone we are madly in love and meant to be.

Get the promotion.

Find the real Blakely again.

Fall hopelessly in love.

“Why is the first one crossed out?” I ask.

“Because he definitely knows you were the better choice.”

“Whatever.” I laugh and swat at him.

“No, I’m serious. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you that night.”

“He can look all he wants. There is no going back there with him.”