My sister left you alone yet?
I laughed out loud, Adriana looking at me confused
.
“Something funny?” she asked.
I showed her the text, then she rolled her eyes and burst out laughing. “Charlie, have you thought about this? Aren’t you still engaged to Julian?”
Well, if that wasn’t a slap in the face. Julian, fuck! With Lex around I had suddenly taken leave of my senses. The guilt began to seep in. “Adriana, it’s…I mean, Julian is a great guy. He worships the ground I walk on. But—”
“But he’s not Lex.”
No, he wasn’t Lex. He was a sweet, humble, compassionate, caring man. He treated me with respect, always sincere with his intentions. He made me smile, never argued with me. Meanwhile Lex had become this cold, arrogant son of a bitch who treated me like I was his possession. Instead of making me smile, he angered me—to the core.
“It’s been a long day,” I said, “and Lex is, well, he is complicated.”
“You’re telling me?” Adriana hooted. She grabbed her purse and hugged me again. “I better head off but you and me—” She pointed to me then her, “—we are back on.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I smiled.
As I climbed into bed that night, my muscles tightened after the intensity of what had happened. You’d think I was done, yet here I was soaking wet again, the images playing in my mind, his cock eagerly waiting near my mouth. I was coming undone again. I grabbed my cell and responded to his text.
Yes I am all alone now.
I wanted to write more. I wanted to tell him to get over here now and fuck my brains into next week right here in my bed. The cell buzzed and I quickly read the text.
Me too
It was a quick but meaningful response. Bastard, I thought.
You’re not alone, you have your hand. Pink wrote a whole song about it.
Snap! Great comeback.
As much as that song brought pleasure to people, I would rather you brought pleasure to me, right now.
Fuck, I’m screwed. I read the message a dozen times and every time I read it, my hands would automatically make their way down to my pants, rubbing slightly to ease the pain. I quickly typed a message, then continued to explore.
Greedy, always wanting more.
His response was instant.
Charlotte, with you, never enough.
His last text sent me over the edge, and I came on the spot. Granted, it was nowhere near as good as when I was with him, but I had already been fucked twice today. Exhausted, I drifted off to sleep within minutes.
…
I strolled into the office at eight o’clock on the dot; Eric was sitting at reception with Emma, both drinking lattes.
“Well hello there, Miss Mason. You look awfully happy this morning,” he commented with one of his eyebrows raised.
“It’s going to be a busy day. You know I thrive on a full schedule.” I smirked.
“Uh huh, full schedule.” He looked at Emma and whispered, “More like a full load of jizz in her waterhole.”
“Hey, I heard that!” I yelled as I walked towards my office.