as quickly as I can. He helps me with the cufflinks on his sleeves. Finally, I’m almost there as I peel off his undershirt. I lick a slow line up his torso, delighting in the salty taste of his skin. The sound of his moans arouses me to no end. I’m all thumbs as I fiddle with his belt and undo his fly. He helps me along and pulls down his pants. I peel off his purple boxers and reach for his erection. I can’t wait for us to be one.
Finally, when we are both in our birthday suits, the mood shifts. What was frantic and hurried becomes soft and slow. I find myself under the weight of him as he stares into my eyes. “I want you under my bed sheets,” he breathes against my ear.
I slither up his bed covers, and we laugh as we both throw pillows haphazardly like young girls at a sleepover. He pulls the covers and invites me into his arms. I snuggle in, warm and cozy, and we stay like this for a long time. “This is my personal heaven,” he says. “Just you and me, under the covers.”
“Mine too.”
“I could lay like this all night.”
“No sex needed,” I quip.
He laughs. “Well, don’t get too ahead of yourself. I don’t know if you’ve noticed…”
I reach for his hard-on. “Oh… I’ve noticed. And I like very, very much.”
His grin is playful when he swivels right on top of me. I love the weight of him, the feel of him, the warmth of his breath on my cheek. He trails soft kisses along my jawline. His hands are gentle as they dance over my curves. I explore him too as we kiss. We get lost in this beautiful dance for what seems like forever. And it’s perfect.
Finally, he sinks into me, and makes long sweet love to me.
36
When I wake in the morning, he’s already gone. I’m brought back to the night before. The lovemaking was perfect. Slow, intense… amazing. But it was also everything I’ve been wanting to avoid. This thing between the two of us was always meant to be fun. Nothing serious.
Now I’ve gone and fallen in love. Madly in love. And that scares me to death.
This man. This man I’ve known only for about a month now has the power to completely wreck me. My heart is still bruised, and not ready for another heartbreak.
And what’s worse, he’s already managed to wiggle himself in Ethan’s heart too. I need to protect Ethan too. I want to move forward. I want to believe we could all have a happy ending. But life has made me cynical, and I have a very hard time believing in happiness.
Yet… Weston is such a wonderful man. I can’t imagine him ever hurting us.
“You’re awake,” he says. “Sleepy head.”
I check the clock. It’s 6:56 AM.
“Your bed is so comfy.”
He smiles. “Especially when you’re in it.”
I bounce out of bed. “But I really should get to Ethan.”
He’s already dressed in grey sweats and a white V neck t-shirt. I like seeing him looking casual like this. It suits him. He’s wearing hipster glasses which make him look even sexier.
“I like the librarian look you’ve got going on this morning,” I tease. “Very sexy.”
“Oh these… they make me look like a real nerd.”
“I suspect that you are,” I quip. “A little.”
He laughs. “You’ve got me pegged, Grasshopper.”
“I do.”
“You sure you don’t want breakfast? I’m making a mushroom and spinach omelet.”
I pout. “Sounds delicious, but I can’t. I really need to go to Ethan.”
Damn.
Smart, sweet, sexy, good in bed… and he can cook too.
I’m back in the thick of things at work. Surprisingly, my momentum’s been great, and I’m making good progress, despite all the naughty thoughts about Weston whirling around in my brain.
I smile when I see another email from him.
My little grasshopper,
You look very beautiful today. Is that a new skirt? I don’t recall ever seeing it. And the red heels are very sexy.
How about Shedd aquarium this Saturday?
Yours,
Mr. Boss Man
I smile like a kid on Halloween as I quickly type a reply.
Dear Mr. Boss Man,
Yes, the skirt is new. I bought it just for you. And I can’t wait for you to peel off my red heels and have your way with me.
Yes, Saturday is perfect. Ethan will be so excited. Thank you so much.