Page 83 of Just Like You

Everything was just so bloody perfect.

My cock against his opening. My knees moving closer. That fog in my brain lifting as I pushed.

And again. A little at a time as he sang out sounds below me.

Oh yes. Here we were. One steady thrust and he shouted, and then I fucked him. Hard and fast. My orgasm almost instant as he swore into the sheets.

Okay. Yeah. The clean sheets thing? I might have to do laundry today. Later. Much later.

Instead I curled up on the bed with him in my arms, grabbing a blanket from the side and wrapping him up.

“Sleep, my darling,” I sang out, weary with exhaustion. “I’ll be back around sixish. That work for you?”

“Take out that chicken,” he murmured.

“Will do.”

I kissed the top of his head. Breathed him in.

“You’ll be fine. Tell Juliet I’ll kick her arse if she lets you go.”

“I’m sure that threat will be well received.” I smiled. Like I would.

“I’ll text her myself. And uninvite her, and Faye, from the lunch with Gina next week.”

“Now we’re talking.”

It wouldn’t make any difference, but yeah. It made me smile. Because whatever happened?

Everything would be fine. Absolutely fine.