Forever Pucked (Pucked 4)

My workout mats, covered with fluffy blankets and pillows, are laid out close to the fireplace—it’s gas so there’s no worry about burning down the house. Pink paper litters the surrounding area. I crouch and pick one up; it’s dick-shaped, with balls and everything. Some have little red capes glued to them in honor of Super MC.

It looks like half the work has already been done for me. Violet had some elaborate plans last night, it seems. I didn’t make it past the kitchen yesterday, too focused on getting the cardboard cutouts set up and readying the bedroom for a serious sex-a-thon, with only half an hour to accomplish it all.

Beside the pile of blankets is a box of Fruit Roll-Ups. I’m not sure what those are for, so I leave them where they are and make a trip to the wine cellar. Champagne never lasts long with Violet, so I want to have her favorite wine handy as well.

Once everything is organized, I shower and shave, throw clean sheets on the bed, and wait.

Dinner arrives promptly at six. I put everything in the oven on warm, apart from the salad, which goes in the fridge. It’s already full in there. Violet has some sort of fruit platter and a bunch of dips, including chocolate and non-dairy whipped topping. I move things around so everything fits.

By six-fifteen I’m antsy. Usually Violet’s home by now, so I send her a message to check her status.

I get one back five minutes later:Leaving work in 10!It’s accompanied by a kissy face emoticon. That’s disappointing. It takes her a good twenty minutes to get home, and that’s in good weather. It started snowing again around three. It’s just flurries, but it’ll slow her down. That means she’ll be at least another forty minutes. If not longer. I stay busy by setting the table and lighting candles. I put the bottle of champagne on ice and uncork a Riesling.

At twenty to seven, I get another message from her:Sorry, got tied up! Just walking out the door. Home soon This is definitely not going the way I planned. I check on dinner. It’s still warm, so that’s good, but it’s been in the oven for almost an hour. I figure there’s nothing I can do but wait, so I flop down on the couch, turn on the TV, and channel surf.

Half an hour passes, and Violet’s still not home. I don’t want to annoy her, but I’m starting to worry. Just as I’m about to send her another message, the house alarm beeps.

“I’m home!” she calls.

I pick myself up off the couch, straighten my button down, which is now wrinkled, and greet her at the side door. She’s leaning against the wall, tugging off her knee-high boots. She shrugs out of her coat and lets it drop, along with her purse. On the floor beside her is a box of files.

She blows her hair out of her face and opens her arms, leaning forward as I step into her. She mashes her face against my chest. “I could fall asleep right here.”

My irritation at her lateness wanes. “Long day?”

“So long, and hard. Like your dick.”

I chuckle. “Hungry?”

“For your dick?”

I laugh again. “For dinner, but you can have him for dessert, if you want.”

She pries herself off me. It seems to take some effort. She really does look like she could pass out standing up. “Jimmy got me takeout from that Thai place down the street a couple hours ago.”

Fucking Jimmy. Ruining my date plan. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry. I mean, if you want to order takeout I’m sure I could have something small.” She fingers the collar of my shirt. “Oh. Were you planning to take me out?”

“No. I, uh, I ordered in for us. Darren told me about the proposal for the Darcy account, and I thought we could have a kind of dual celebration. You know, like celebrate our anniversary and the account at the same time since we didn’t get to have dinner last night.”

“Oh, Alex, you’re the sweetest. I meant to tell you about it, but then we got naked and obviously I forgot. I didn’t eat all that much, and it was at, like, five, so I can eat again.”

She slips a hand behind my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. It’s a quick one, though, with no tongue.

“We can eat in the living room,” I offer. “It looks like you’d set up for a picnic or something there last night.”

Violet bites her lip and her eyes widen with mischief. “Oh my God! I totally forgot about that! We’ll have to save room for my dessert.”

“To go with my cock?”

“Mmm.” She pats my bulge. “I have special plans for him.”

I smile. “I love special plans. Why don’t you go hang out in the living room and get comfortable. I’ll bring dinner to you.”