a dry needling appointment which I’d gone ahead and scheduled for three. What? I like long lunch breaks.
As I arrive at the top of the stairs, I look around and don’t see her in the living room or kitchen. I take long strides over to the doorway of my bedroom and see she’s not there either. The bathroom door is open, the light is off.
What the hell?
I quickly scan the room. The bed is made, her shit is gone.
Fuck!
19
Bossy Much
So, I’m in an Uber heading back from my dorm room to Krew’s Health Club when my cell phone goes off the second time since I’ve been in the car. That’s maybe a total of five minutes. He’s blowing up my phone, and I hate talking on a cell when I’m in a cab, on a bus, or in an Uber. Besides, I’ll be at his place in another five minutes. Call it one of my quirks, but it always seems like people who chat on their cell phones are putting their business right out there for all the public to hear.
I’m a private person. Everyone knows that, and Krew should certainly know that since I didn’t really start talking to him until our third or fourth P.T. session.
Name-calling and cursing notwithstanding.
I hit the ‘Do Not Disturb’ on my phone. Hell, I only went back to my place to grab some stuff since he so selflessly whored himself out last night so I’d stay. I let loose a giggle, and my Uber driver glances back at me, probably thinking I’m weird - which no shit, I am!
Finally we reach the destination, I hand him a tip and make a quick exit to avoid getting drenched again by the rain that continues to fall.
I go through the door to the lobby and it’s just now noon, so you can imagine my surprise at seeing Krew behind the sign-in desk, his cell up to his hear, a soft curse escaping his lips.
“Looking for me?” I ask coyly.
He whirls around, tossing his cell on the countertop. “Where the hell did you go? And why weren’t you answering your fucking phone?” he snaps.
“Language,” I caution, giving him a grin. I plop my backpack up on the counter. “I just Ubered back to my dorm to get my laptop so I could work on a paper due Friday, and to pick up some extra clothes since you seem to enjoy holding me captive as your sex slave.”
He suddenly relaxes, shaking his head and working up a smile. “I got worried when I went upstairs and you had vanished, is all. Didn’t mean to worry you. I came down here on my way out, but the door to your office was closed and it sounded like you were on a call so I didn’t want to bother you. I figured I’d be back by noon anyway, which guess what? I was.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry,” he says softly, “I didn’t mean to come off all bossy like that. I have to cover the front desk until one or so. Want to do a deli for lunch after that?”
“Sure,” I reply, “Just give me a call when you’re ready and I promise this time I’ll answer.”
He leans across the counter and gives me a sweet kiss, and yes, my heart does the pitter-pat thing. “See ya soon, babe,” he says, giving me a naughty wink.
I swear Krew Beckett is blessedly insatiable.
20
Hurts So Good
Krew
It’s nearly ten at night and I’ve got Carson face down on one of my massage tables, totally naked, on her tummy while I’m listening to her soft moans of pleasure as my hands expertly roll back and forth with measured pressure, massaging her upper torso and shoulders. I then use my elbow, to give her a deep tissue massage between her shoulder blades.
“Ahh!” she screams, and I stop because damn, I’m not trying to hurt her.
“Sorry, sorry, babe,” I apologize.
She lifts up and turns her head to glare at me. “Why the hell did you stop?”
“Because you screamed?”
“That’s because it hurt so good! Keep doing that Krew,” she orders, laying flat again.
I chuckle and my hands resume their muscular magic on my girl. Yeah, I’m claiming her as mine.
“Oh God,” she groans, “Those hands. I don’t know anything that delivers more pleasure than your hands, Krew.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Oh is that right?”
I quickly roll her over onto her back, dropping my gaze down to her heavenly breasts, and traveling further down to her beautiful pussy. “Would