The F It List - Alexis Winter Page 0,39

think, Hey, look at me! Went from not ever having an orgasm to making amateur porn. The thought makes me giggle, but he doesn’t ask why. I pull my pants back on and sit up to replace my shoes. He holds out his hand to help me up, and I take it. He pulls me upward so fast that I lose my footing and fall into his arms.

He catches me with a smirk, and since we’re nose to nose, he leans in, pressing a kiss to my lips. But this isn’t the same kind of kiss as before. This is soft and slow and teasing on so many levels. When the kiss ends, he pulls away. “Let’s get out of here and get cleaned up.”

Ten

Grayson

I grab my bag off the floor by the door and let her out before setting the alarm. I quickly exit behind her and lock the door from the outside before dropping the keys into my bag and taking her hand to lead her over to my awaiting car. I open the trunk and put my bag inside, then open her door and allow her to slide in. I rush around the car to get behind the wheel, and she’s quiet as we drive over to her place. I wonder if she’s still overthinking what it is we’re doing, or if maybe she’s just tired from the gym. I pull into the parking lot and shift the car into park. We both get out and I grab my bag as we make our way up to her apartment.

Inside, I pull her against me again and our lips meet. Then I carry her into the bathroom. She’s pulling off clothes and so am I as I reach into the shower and get the water started. Then we both step in and I get to watch as the water runs over her perky breasts. I pour some shampoo into my hand and massage it into her hair. As I do that, she lathers up my body with soap, taking extra time to stroke me up and down and bring my body back to life.

After we’re both clean, we wrap ourselves up in towels and go to the bedroom, where we remain the rest of the night.

I hate waking up early and leaving her here alone, but I have to get ready for work. I brush the hair off her face and gently leave a peck on her forehead before grabbing my things and walking out of her apartment. On my way home, I stop at my regular gym and get my workout in. I spend an hour doing cardio and strength training, then cool off with a jog. It’s a little after 5 a.m. when I get home and take a shower.

I dress for work in my regular black dress pants and white polo shirt. I pull on my shoes and belt, then go for some breakfast. In the fridge, I find some yogurt and fruit. I stir the yogurt before setting it aside. I cut up a couple strawberries, add some grapes and blueberries, then make a couple pieces of whole wheat toast. I take everything to the living room to sit on the couch and eat while I catch up on the news.

I eat and drink my coffee before gathering up my things and heading for the office. It’s still early when I arrive, and there aren’t many people here. Mostly just the slacker guys who didn’t finish their work from yesterday, so they came in early today. They’re hanging out in the break room on my floor when I walk in to make some coffee.

“Morning, guys,” I say, heading toward the coffee pot.

“Hey, what’s up?” Brody asks, shoving the rest of his breakfast burrito into his mouth.

I shrug as I focus on pouring the coffee grounds into the filter. “Not much.”

“Hey, did you guys hear that the sexy little blonde from downstairs was left at the altar a few weeks ago? What’s her name? Carol? Coraline?” Brad says.

“Cora,” I say.

“Yeah, that’s it. Cora.” I turn around in time to see him pointing at me. “What’s the scoop on her?”

“I don’t know, but she’s pretty hot. She must be crazy,” Brody says.

“No,” Brad says, shaking his head. “I mean, the few times I’ve talked to her, she seemed pretty cool. Not crazy at all,” Brad argues. “And even if she is a little crazy, I can handle that. Long enough to get what I want out