He slipped on his jeans, and gathered up the rest of his clothes.
I shook my head. “I don’t think not ever being with another person means you don’t have sexual feelings.”
He rolled his eyes at me.
“You never just woke up one morning with a hardon?” I asked, enjoying teasing him.
He gave me a wolfish grin. “Every damn day, but only since I’ve met you.”
“I know you had orgasms before me. How old were you when you first masturbated?”
He stopped. “Are we really going to have this conversation?”
I nodded. “I want to know.”
He leaned forward. “I was an early bloomer.”
My libido heated up. “Oh?”
“All that early stroking paid off. That’s why my dick is so big.”
I laughed. “I don’t think it works like that.”
“The more a muscle is worked, the bigger and harder it gets.”
“Dicks aren’t a muscle.” Were they?
“Same theory applies.”
“So, my pussy? If it’s bigger that’s not good.”
“It squeezes harder. Makes me come harder.” He waggled his brows. “Now, let's get to our own bed before I can’t make it there and have to ravish you on the floor again.”
We made love several times that night. For once, we both slept in and were woken by the kids wanting to know if we were ever going to wake up.
“I’ll take care of it,” Brayden said once he got them out of the room.
“You wore me out,” I said, pulling the covers up.
He pulled the waistband of his sleep pants out and looked down. “All that fucking made my dick bigger.”
I shook my head and laughed. He leaned over me and kissed me. “Rest. I’ll take the kids out for breakfast.”
/> We spent Sunday at home and I worked hard not to perseverate on my upcoming surgery and treatment.
On Monday, Brayden seemed apprehensive as he got ready to go into the office. I knew why and I wanted to alleviate his concern.
“Why don’t I come in with you once the kids are in school?”
“Actually, that’s a good idea. This deal involves you, so it might be good for you to be there if the buyer has questions.”
We rode together as we dropped the kids off at school and then went into the office. Brayden organized a meeting with his staff to finalize the sale. While they’d all known he was selling, he felt the need for a final meeting. It was nice to be there so I could say goodbye too. Some of the staff had been there when I was, and it was good to see them again.
Later we were in his office waiting for the new owners to join us.
“Maybe we should do this,” I said.
“Do what?” Brayden tossed old pens in the trash as he cleaned out his desk.