We take turns lathering each other up, our hands exploring every inch of the other’s body. We’re not in a rush. Just savoring the moment.
When we’re all cleaned up and dried off, I grab a silky nightie and slip it over my head, then finger comb my long waves.
“Here,” I say, digging through a drawer until I find an old pair of men’s pajama pants. “You can wear these if you like.”
He gives me a dubious look, and I laugh. “They belonged to an ex, but I kept them because they’re super comfy. Great for lazy days lounging in bed.”
He holds them up, still skeptical. “I don’t think I want to wear another dude’s pants, Layla. That’s kinda fucking weird.
I laugh again. “Don’t be ridiculous. Just try them.” I cock my head and frown. “Though now that I think about it, they might not fit. That guy wasn’t as big as you.”
“Damn fucking right, he’s not,” Jake says with a cocky grin. “I’m in a league of my own with this bad boy.”
I roll my eyes and give an exaggerated sigh. “His height, Jacob. I’m talking about his height. He wasn’t as tall as you.”
“Uh huh.” He still has that shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
“You know it’s not always about cock size.”
He widens his eyes and drops his mouth in a ridiculous show of mock-surprise. “It’s not?”
Laughing, I grab his hand and pull him to the bed.
It’s been a long day, and we both seem content with just wrapping ourselves in each other’s arms.
Jake leans over and gives me a slow, sensual kiss. It’s different than any of his kisses from before. It’s gentle. Soft. Full of...something.
“Goodnight,” he whispers.
“Night.” I lie there for a few seconds, then whisper back, “But your cock is much bigger than his.”
Jake
“More bacon?” Layla asks as she swings by the table where I’m checking my emails while I eat the breakfast she made me.
I smile up at her. “That would be amazing. Thank you.”
She smiles back and tosses a few pieces on my plate, then takes hers over to the dishwasher. On her way back through the room, she drops a kiss on my head, and then disappears into her bedroom.
This should be fucking weird. I should be freaking out. Running out the door. Trying my best to escape everything about this situation that screams get out while you still can. This is more domestic than anything I’ve ever done in my life. It’s almost like we’re just your average married couple getting up and having coffee together before heading off to work.
But you wanna know the craziest part? I’m not freaked out at all. It’s actually nice to wake up with someone. Not some random chick that you fucked and didn’t have the sense to make leave the night before. Someone that makes you smile when you open your eyes and find her there next to you. Someone who you want to sit down to coffee with and talk about your plans for the day.
And for me, that someone is Layla. I could totally get used to this. I’ve gotten used to having her in my life over the past weeks, and I don’t want it to end.
Just the idea of her time with me concluding once she finishes her investigation has me feeling strange things I’ve never felt before. Nerves. Uncertainty. Something that feels a lot like panic. I don’t even know what’s happened to me. All I know is Layla is the best thing in my life right now and I’m not ready to let her go.
“What are you thinking about so seriously?” she teases as she sits back down across from me, this time fully dressed for the day. I’m still sitting there in my boxer briefs. No, I didn’t wear her micro-dick ex-boyfriend’s pants to bed, thank you very much. I have to draw the line somewhere.
I smile at her. “Just trying to get my head in the game. Busy day ahead.”
“From what I’ve seen, you have no problem getting your head exactly where it needs to be.” She grins at her own joke.
“Nice one,” I laugh. “But there’s only one place I want my head these days.”
“Oh really?” she asks coyly.
It’s true. Even though I’ve been going through applications to select my next guest, I honestly haven’t figured out how to handle the situation when I actually have to go back on camera and help her out. Not now that I’m dating Layla. I’ve never been in a relationship before. And while I’m not sure that’s what this is, it feels pretty damn close. How’s she going to feel when I have my next guest on? It’s coming up fast.