Authors: Karen Stivali and Karen Booth and Lily Harlem
When they finally untangled themselves from
each other, Jessica realized she was starving. Deciding they’d had enough fancy
food for one day, they ordered a pizza. As usual, the Friday night delivery
time was well over an hour so they showered, together, slowly massaging each
other, then returned to the family room. Eric looked mouthwateringly sexy in a
low-slung pair of pajama pants and a soft cotton t-shirt. Jessica opted for a
short nightie and her favorite fleece robe.
“This may be the best pizza I’ve ever
eaten,” Eric said, sprawled on the couch, feet on the coffee table, plate in
his lap.
Jessica sat at the opposite end of the
couch, her legs propped up on his. “Agreed.”
Eric put his plate alongside the pizza box
then grabbed his beer and took a deep swallow. He picked at the label, looking
pensive. “I don’t want to risk ruining the mood, but I feel like I have a
confession I need to make.”
Jessica’s heart felt as if it had plummeted
into her belly. “What kind of confession?”
Eric shifted to face her, drawing her legs
toward him until her feet rested in his lap. He massaged her foot and calf
before speaking.
Her throat felt so tight she didn’t think
she could swallow the bite of pizza that was still in her mouth. Chewing
slowly, she raced through the possibilities of what he might say. Nothing good
sprung to mind.
Unhappy? Bored? Cheating? Oh God, anything but that.
She
knew Bill’s impending divorce was taking its toll at work. Not to mention that
she’d worried about their relationship more with news of each splitting couple
rolling in. It had reached practically epidemic proportions.
Eric stared at his hand as it traced the
contours of her leg.
Just tell me. Please.
He took a deep breath and looked her in the
eye. “I know you’ve been unhappy the past few months. I saw it. And it bothered
me. But I didn’t do anything about it. And I’m really sorry.”
Is that the confession?
That didn’t sound too bad.
Is that all?
“It’s not your
fault. I was just stressed from the move. It’s not easy being the low-key mom
in this neighborhood.”
“I know. I guess I thought since we were
still in the same town it wouldn’t matter but I know you lost some friends. And
that sucks.”
She nodded, not sure she could continue
speaking without worry seeping into her voice.
What isn’t he saying yet?
Eric traced small circles on the bottom of
her foot but as good as it felt it didn’t distract her. He took another breath.
“When you started taking your mysterious classes I was glad. I figured anything
to get you out of the house was a good thing. And right away you seemed
happier.”
Where is he headed with this?
Her heart hammered. “I was happier. But I was never unhappy with
you. I need you to know that.”
Eric let out a sigh then picked up her hand
and placed a kiss on it. “I was never unhappy with you either. Not for a
second. But when you wouldn’t tell me what the classes were I got…worried.”
Worried?
“About what?”
His gaze shifted down, away from hers. “I
thought maybe ‘class’ was more like you finding someone who paid more attention
to you than I was.” His eyes met hers, dark and tinged with fear. “I thought
you might have been having an affair.”
Stunned, Jessica stared back at him then
laughter tumbled out of her. She knew she shouldn’t be laughing. Not at all.
The expression on Eric’s face told her that. He was clearly baffled by her
reaction. “I’m sorry.” She tried to speak but more giggles bubbled out of her.
“I don’t… Why are you laughing?”
Jessica wiped at her eyes, forcing herself
to take a breath. “I’m just so relieved.” She scooted across the couch and put
her arms around Eric’s neck, running her hand back and forth against the back
of his head.
“Relieved?” He studied her face, clearly
not understanding.
“I wasn’t cheating on you, Eric. I’d never
cheat on you. If I was that unhappy I would have told you. I love you too much
and respect you too much to ever hurt you like that.”
Eric visibly relaxed. His shoulders
unclenched, his hand, which he’d been holding dead still, began stroking her
leg again. “I feel the same way. I’d never do that to you either.”
“I guess it’s my turn to confess now.”
His eyebrows rose.
“I was worried about the same thing. All
those late nights at the office. Being too tired to do anything but eat dinner
and go to bed. I couldn’t help but think—”
“Never.” He tipped her chin up until she
met his eyes again. Staring straight at her he said it again. “Never. I
promise, Jess. I love you.”
“I love you too. More than ever.” Before
the last word left her lips his mouth was on hers. Hot. Wet. Of all the times
they’d kissed today this was the most passionate. The most intimate. She could
feel his sincerity in every stroke of his tongue.
He loves me. We’re going
to be okay.
“Promise me something.” His fingers worked
through her hair, strong and soothing against her scalp.
“Anything.”
“That brings a lot of requests to mind, but
for now I just want one thing. Seriously.”
“Okay.” She nodded.
“If you ever feel stressed or unhappy
again, promise you’ll tell me. Or ask me for help. I’m not a mind reader. It’s
not that I don’t want to help out, but you have to tell me what you need from
me.”
“I’ll try.” She circled her finger on his
forearm, feeling goose bumps rise on his skin. “That goes both ways though. If
there’s something on your mind or something worrying you, will you share it
with me? Please?”
“Deal.” Eric pulled her onto his lap and
kissed her, slow and gentle.
“And one more thing.” Jess slid her mouth
to his ear to whisper. “We need more days like today.”
“No argument there.” He nibbled her neck.
“But, you know, the day’s not over yet. What do you say we spend what’s left of
it in bed?”
“I say Mother’s Day is officially my
favorite holiday. At least the way you celebrate it.”
With a grin that made her insides quake,
Eric lifted her off the couch and strode toward the stairs.
Monday mornings were usually something
Jessica dreaded. Getting the kids back to the school routine after a weekend
off. Chaos of lost homework, lunchboxes, ushering everyone out the door. This
Monday Jessica was too blissed out from her weekend to notice any of it.
Eric strolled into the kitchen as she was
putting the last of the scrambled eggs on a plate. “Morning,” she said, unable
to keep from grinning as she handed him the dish.
His smile turned her inside out. He was
radiating happiness. Even after the kids had returned on Saturday morning,
they’d managed to keep the special glow Eric had started with their day of
decadence.
Jessica poured the last of the juice into
everyone’s glasses and tossed the empty carton in the trash. Eric was chatting
with the boys and eating so she sorted through her purse, chuckling to herself.
When the house phone rang, she grabbed it. “Yes, it is. Oh, okay, I think so.
Yes. That should work. I’ll double-check with my husband but unless you hear
back from me I’ll be there.” She clicked the phone off and set it back on the
counter.
“Check with your husband about what?” Eric
asked, walking his plate to the sink.
“Can you do me a favor?”
Eric wrapped his arms around her waist and
gave her a kiss. “What’d you have in mind?”
“The eye doctor had a cancellation and
wanted to know if I could be there by nine. Could you drop the kids off at
school today?” She held her breath.
Please say yes.
“Sure.”
“Great.” She kissed him back. “Thank you.
Guys, Daddy’s gonna drive you to school today. Let’s finish getting ready.”
I
need time to get ready too.
Eric had barely stepped into his office when
his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw the text light
flashing.
You at work yet?
It was Jess.
He typed back.
Just got here. What’s up?
You alone?
Yes.
Shouldn’t
she be at the eye doctor’s by now?
Close your door.
Eric chuckled.
Okay, closed.
A text came through with a photo
attachment. He clicked it open and sucked in a deep breath, feeling his
reaction from head to toe. A close-up shot showed a woman’s hand, Jess’ hand,
fingertips inside a pair of black lace panties.
He stared for several seconds before the
phone buzzed again, getting his attention. It took some effort to close the
image so he could read the incoming message.
You like?
His cock pulsed in reply.
Understatement
,
he typed.
How about this?
Anticipation filled him. He couldn’t take
his eyes off the phone. The instant it vibrated, he clicked the image. This
time the panties were pulled to the side just enough to show a finger slipped
between slick, deep pink folds.
Eric groaned, leaning back against his
closed door.
You trying to get me fired for indecent work activities?
J
Why, what are you thinking of doing?
I think you already know.
Not sure. Show me.
He nearly dropped the phone.
Show her?
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
Glancing over his shoulder, he
thought about it. The blinds were down. There was no way anyone could possibly
see him. The door did have a lock on it.
His phone buzzed again. Another image.
Fingers spread, swollen clit.
Oh hell yes.
He undid his belt and zipper. Thick and plump, the head of his cock already
stuck out from the waistband of his boxer briefs. Clumsy fingers tapped the
screen of his phone in search of the camera. Holding his breath he took a shot.
Jesus.
Checking twice to make sure he’d clicked Jessica’s name as the
recipient, he sent off the message.
A reply quickly arrived.
Nice. But don’t
you think you’d be more comfortable sitting down?
Wait. What? How the hell does she know I’m
standing?
I think you’d be more…comfortable at
your desk.
What the—? Like magic, his desk chair
rolled away from his desk, stopping when it hit the far wall of his office.
Trust me. Have a seat.
Eric double-checked to make certain he’d
locked the door, then walked across the room. He ducked his head and peered under
the desk. Jessica sat, ear-to-ear grin, curled in the space where his chair had
been.
“Wanna have a seat now?”
Finding it hard to speak or swallow, Eric
lowered himself into the chair. Jess wore her bright red Land’s End rain coat.
As soon as he sat she crawled toward him, eyes locked on his, lips still curled
into an unbearably sexy smile. Moving in what seemed like slow motion, she
lowered the zipper of her jacket to reveal a red bustier, garters, black
stockings and the same barely there panties that had been in the text photos.
“Jesus, Jess,” he croaked, still unable to
give a good swallow.
She slid her hands up the length of his
thighs then bent forward and kissed the aching tip of his cock, swirling her
tongue once before sitting back to separate his fly further. Warm fingers
slipped inside his boxers, freeing the rest of his length as the cloth-covered
elastic rested just below his balls.
Her dark pink tongue swept the underside of
his erection from base to tip. Eric stifled the groan that wanted to rumble out
of his chest. Slow, tantalizing licks. One after the other, her fingers
caressing his balls as her tongue teased every inch.
She pursed her lips and kissed his swollen
head. Once. Twice, her tongue flicking out to circle it as each kiss allowed
him to slip deeper inside her hot, wet mouth.
Eric gripped the arms of his chair, feeling
the soft leather warm beneath his fingers. Jessica’s lace-covered breasts
grazed his thighs as she dipped her head up and down in his lap, taking him
deep into her throat. Her cheeks sucked in tight, she pulled back, letting him
pop free then starting the process all over.
“You’re killing me, you know.”
A smile tugged at her lips as she held her
tongue rigid and still, pressed against his engorged tip. Eric bucked his hip,
sliding himself against her, biting his lip to keep from crying out. Silky
fingers wrapped around him as she began to stroke his shaft while her lips
concentrated on the sensitive ridge. His cock was deep purple, skin stretched
so tight he thought for sure it would burst.
Abs clenching tight, he rocked his hips
toward her. Jess slid one hand beneath his shirt, fingers gliding up his chest
until she found a nipple.
Holy hell.
Her tongue somehow managed to
continue lapping as she sucked his head into her mouth, stroking in rhythm so
his entire shaft was engulfed in slippery motion.
He pressed his feet against the floor so
hard his shins ached as he braced himself. Balls tight. Cock hard as iron. He
no longer cared that he was at work, that someone could knock at any moment.
All he could think about was coming into Jessica’s lovely mouth.
Her dark eyes stared up at him. Intense.
Focused. Filled with a mixture of love and lust. It was the sexiest sight he’d
ever seen. Humming, she sent vibrations straight through him. Her tongue swept
over him again and again until he couldn’t stand another second. Feeling the
cum rising through his cock, he tightened the viselike grip he had on the
chair. Every ounce of energy in his body seemed poised to burst free. With an
audible gasp, he let go.
Bursts of semen throbbed out of him and
Jessica’s eyes closed as she swallowed deep in her throat. Eric’s pulse beat
throughout his body as waves of pleasure shuddered through him.
Slowing her mouth, Jess continued to suck
softly as his muscles gradually unclenched and calm blanketed him. Gentle
kisses followed as her caresses grew more delicate.
Eric regaining enough of his wits to know
he wanted to kiss her. He hooked his hands beneath her arms, drawing her up
toward his face. As soon as she was nestled in his lap her warm lips met his.
Soft at first, then deeper, her tongue twirled against his. Dizzying. Draining
what brain power he had left.
With a sweet sigh she pulled away, looking
pleased and insanely sexy.
“What was that all about?” Eric asked.
The sly smile returned. “It’s a preview.”
“Of what?”
“I thought next month you could take a day
off and we could open another jar in the Spice Rack to celebrate Father’s Day.”
Eric grinned. “Sounds perfect. Only this
time I want to pick a jar from the ‘Spicy’ rack.”
Jessica beamed at him. “Spicy it is. I
can’t wait.”