“Well, if I saw myself the way you see me, I’d never leave the bedroom.”
A slow smile crept onto his features. “I’d love to see that.”
I stepped closer to his body and rose on my tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss on the lips. “Alright, I apologize for being dramatic.”
His hand cupped the back of my head. “I want something better than an apology.”
With my eyes on his, I undid every button of his collared shirt, getting it open until his warm chest was against the backs of my knuckles. I moved to his slacks and loosened them too, pushing them over his narrow hips and tight ass so his cock could come free. “Did you have something specific in mind?”
“Yes.” He pulled my lips into his and kissed me, giving me soft strokes of his lips, a gentle touch of his tongue, before he pulled away and lowered himself to the couch, his knees planted apart, his slacks around his ankles. With his arms spread across the back of the couch and his dick against his stomach, he looked like the king of my apartment, my building, the whole fucking street. “On your knees.”
I loved this side of him, the bossy side of him that said exactly what he wanted. It wasn’t in the dickish way it used to be. Or maybe it was the same, but I actually wanted to do what he said now.
I removed my dress and my bra, so I only stood in my black thong. Then I lowered to my knees on the floor, in between his knees, and scooted close until my tits were next to his balls. My hands started at his knees and slowly moved up his muscular thighs, my nipples hard and my tits firm.
His eyes were on me the entire time, arousal in his gaze as if he didn’t just view me as the woman he cared about, but the woman he’d pick up in a bar and fuck like a maniac. I was the object of his fantasy, the woman he wanted in his bed every night. I was the thing that popped into his head every time he got hard, and I was the thing that made his dick get hard in the first place. His deep voice filled the silence of my apartment. “Show me how sorry you are.”
Two
Deacon
I was sitting at my desk when my phone rang.
It was Valerie.
We’d made a bit of progress, but the underlying resentment would never fade. It would take a long time for that pain to drop from my stomach, not to feel like shit every time I saw her name or her face. Did that kind of rage ever go away? Did you ever really move on after someone made you miserable for so long?
I answered. “Hey, Valerie.”
“Hey, Deacon,” she said with a sigh. “So, are we going to talk about this?”
I’d hoped Cleo could handle it for me. But I was the one who had been married to her…unfortunately. “Yes, Cleo told me you want to move in to my building.”
“And I haven’t gotten a response.”
“It’s fine, Valerie.” I tried to focus on the positive side of it, the fact that Derek would be just an elevator ride away, that I would be able to take him to school sometimes, that I could even pick him up on my way home. If he ever needed something, it would be convenient for Cleo to swing by and bring him the notebook he’d left behind. It would be the perfect way for us to be parents to Derek, to see him as much as we wanted. Maybe Valerie and I could even become friends, have dinner sometimes, and Derek could see that we were still a family even if we didn’t live together anymore. But the skeptical side of me told me not to be too optimistic.
“Fine?” she asked. “That’s all you have to say about it?”
We were doing this again? “I’d prefer to have my own space, but if that’s what you want, then that’s fine. It would be nice to have Derek such a short distance away.”
“And it’ll be nice to have a whole staff to take care of me. It’ll be nice not to have to worry about anything.”
Like she worried about anything now.
“You have to give me a reason to move all the way over there, and that’s what I want.”
And Derek didn’t fit into that equation at all? “That’s fine,