your apartment after traveling for a week. You knew you were home and you knew nothing could bother you now.
So kick back, relax, and just be yourself…
I touched her hair again and kissed her cheek.
“You tell me when to stop, Angela,” I whispered.
The tip of my nose moved across her cheek to her ear.
I nuzzled her ear and she giggled again.
I wasn’t done yet.
I moved down to her neck and she carefully turned her head. Being a little shy and wanting some control in this situation. It was adorable.
My tongue grazed her skin and I pulled away.
“I can’t,” I said to her.
“What?” she asked.
She looked up at me with surprise.
“You just talked about someone you lost,” I said. “So did I. This is grief now, sweetie. I fucked this up. If we fuck each other, it’s not going to be the right way.”
Angela was even more surprised. “Wow. You’re…”
She stood up and grabbed my shirt.
I put my hand to hers. “Angela…”
“We’re at a bar after a long day, Jackson,” she said. “We both know what we came here for. And if Sharon were still alive and here, she’d tell me I have two choices. Either I fuck you in the bathroom, or she does…”
Do you have a picture of her? If she’s hotter than you…
I blinked fast.
Even for me that last thought was a little too far off the edge.
Angela pressed her body against mine.
Our eyes burned like a wildfire.
My right hand slowly touched her hip. Then around to her ass. Pulling her tighter against me.
Fuck, she was ready to dry hump me right against the bar with a bunch of people around us.
She was going to be a delight. She hadn’t been fucked in a long time. She was going to come so many times and so hard she’d need to sleep for a week to let her body recuperate.
I lowered my mouth down to hers.
Just before my lips touched hers, a hand appeared between our mouths.
“I’m just here to get a drink,” a voice said.
I turned my head.
It was goddamn Callie.
Callie pushed her way between Angela and I.
She was in a black, low cut top, and leaned against the bar.
“Hello?” she called out. “Can I get a fucking drink or what?”
“Maybe you should let the rest of your tits fall out of your shirt,” I said.
Callie looked back at me. “See, you’re still bitter.”
“Over what?”
“Over the fact that you thought you were going to control me from day one, Jackson,” she said. “Do you not remember that first Halloween party? You thought you were so cool when you asked me to flash you in front of everyone? Poor thing. Rejection is a bitch.”
“Yeah, it is,” I said. “I guess you’re drinking in advance of what’s about to happen at work.”
“Um, maybe I should go?” Angela asked.
“No, don’t, sweetie,” I said.
I moved around Callie.
She stuck her ass out on purpose, making it press so tight against her dress.
I gritted my teeth.
I was pissed off.
With a cheaply thrown smile on my face, I looked at Angela. “I work with her. I have no reason to be near her right now.”
Callie stood and turned. “You shouldn’t either…” She pointed to Angela. “You know he’s married, right?”
“Married?” Angela asked.
“Married?” I asked with a laugh. “Please. That’s not even-”
“He hides his ring in his car,” Callie said. “His wife is a hospice care nurse. Works all kinds of hours. She’s a saint. She can’t see it though, poor thing. Is that what you want to be part of?”
Callie talked right to Angela. Overpowering her in seconds.
Angela was taller than Callie, but that didn’t matter.
“I’m just going to go,” Angela said. “This is…”
“I’m not married!” I called out. “I would never cheat on my wife!”
Fuck.
Now I had half the bar looking at me.
I looked around and groaned.
“I would not cheat on my wife,” I announced. “If I was married. But I’m not married. So it doesn’t matter who I fuck. Okay?!”
Callie started to laugh. She grabbed my arm. “You okay over there, Jackson?”
“I’m perfect,” I said.
“No, you’re not. I just cost you a night of guiltless and wild sex.”
“Yeah, you did,” I said.
“She’s not your type anyway.”
“My type? Tits, ass, and pu-”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” Callie said. “Please, just don’t.”
She smirked and winked at me.
Friends. Enemies. Frenemies…
Whatever you wanted to call us.
She turned back to the bar.
“Can I please get a fucking drink here?” she called out again.
She leaned forward and kicked her right leg back a little.
I admired the way her skirt started