"Oh, for the love of—” she gasped, reaching for her phone, seeing Jack's name, and tossing it in the floor. "Don't stop, Matt."
"I wasn't going to," he said, thrusting into her even harder, tangling his hand in her hair and pulling.
She moaned, arching toward him, and with one hard thrust he sent her careening over the edge, finally crying out with her own release, collapsing against him in the chair as he thrust a couple more times and then she felt him come inside of her.
Julie frowned at the unfamiliar feeling and instantly searched her brain for the moment when he put the condom on, like the other times. She realized, as she floated back down, that they hadn't been intending on this round, but it just sort of happened. One minute she was cleaning up some toys that Anna had trailed into the study (in a mini-skirt, which, on reflection, she should have known would be an issue) and the next thing she knew she was straddling Matt in his chair and they were going at it like bunnies again.
He hadn't put on a condom.
Had he realized it yet? What part of her cycle was she on? How big of an "oh shit" moment was she about to have?
He must not have been thinking about that though, because when he opened his mouth the words that came out were, "Are you going back to Jack?"
Trying to clear her head from the sex and the lack of condom, she first responded with a slightly befuddled, "What?"
"Now that she's coming home… we haven't exactly discussed what was going to happen when the weekend ended."
Oh shit. Her moment was about to expand. He was about to discard her, ship her back to Jack now that the weekend was over.
And she had just had unprotected sex with him.
Pretty big "oh shit" moment.
Julie brought herself out of her daze, pulling her skirt back down, her panties back on. "I don't know," she said a bit dazedly, getting off his lap.
It was true, they hadn't discussed a thing. The whole weekend had been a weekend off. They joked, flirted, kissed, had sex, played with Anna, watched TV, and had some more sex. They did nothing that might resolve anything all weekend long. They just played.
The game appeared to be over.
"Are you getting mad at me?" he asked, looking a little disbelieving.
She glanced up, slightly surprised, because she hadn't thought she was wearing her feelings out on her face. "No," she said simply.
"Then why are you moving away from me?"
"You just said it yourself, Matt. Emma's coming home, playtime's over. I get it," she stated, picking up the little container for toys she had originally entered the room for.
He was across the room before she got out the door, grabbing her by the arm and lightly pulling her back inside. "That's not what I meant, Julie."
"I don't know, Matt. I didn't really want to go back to Jack, because I don't…" She didn't complete the thought, instead just shaking her head. "But I don't really have a choice, do I? I have nowhere else to go. I only know Jack in Chicago. I have nowhere else to stay. Yeah, I've been here all weekend, so I'm sure I'll have to grovel even to get back into his bed, but I no longer have another bed to sleep in, now do I?" she responded. "It's fine," she stated. "Occupational hazard, I guess."
"Quit being stupid," he said without force, pulling her closer to him. "I don't really want you to grovel your way back into Jack's bed."
Despite itself, her heart leapt a little. "No?" she asked guardedly.
"No. I didn't mean that this was over, I just meant… we're not going to be able to brazenly go at it on the couch and have you just sleep there in a pretty disarray. I wasn't sure what you had planned, so I didn't want to step on your toes by making the plans for you."
"You have plans for me?" she asked.
He nodded. "I have to run it through once with her just to make sure, but I was thinking… we could change our arrangement, you could be a live-in nanny since you broke up with your boyfriend and have nowhere else to really go."
"A…live-in?" she asked, not sure if he was completely sane.
“Plenty of people have live-in nannies, and honestly, with Emma’s schedule, it would probably make more sense for us.”
She still couldn’t believe what she was hearing. "You want us… to live together…under the same roof? Your mistress and your wife with only a few feet between their bedrooms?"
"I am an adventurous man, aren't I?"