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Even as he came down from his own orgasm, Brett caught me in his arms and held me against him, his cock still wet inside me, as he crushed me against his chest. I clung to him, weak and exhausted, more satisfied than I’d ever dreamed of being.
18
I slept late and worked the next day on article topics after a long, leisurely shower. I’d used the strawberry scented shower gel and conditioned my hair. I lingered, luxuriating in happy afterglow. There had been a bag of fresh bagels on the counter when I woke, and I munched on one while I tried to come up with items for my list to submit to Liz Markham.
I wanted to do one on breakups on the brink of the altar like poor Sadie’s. That was my first choice. Then I vetoed a lot of my own ideas as boring or repetitive, knowing that sex was what really sold, and what the readers were looking for. Hours later I still only had one of the three topics decided on. I tentatively put down an idea about threesomes, but wondered if it was too racy. I had to compartmentalize what I did in my private life so it didn’t spill over into my work. I settled on taboo sexual fantasies for the third subject, thinking that probably there would be lots of cops and firemen on the fantasy list. I could attest personally to it. I nearly had to fan myself thinking about it.
Work was uneventful. I used my break to call Ainsley and catch her up on the details of my spec article and get her opinion. I texted my dad that things were going really well with the internship. I left the bar shift early to cover for a waitress who got sick and had to leave. The tips weren’t as good, but there was more downtime than I had at the bar. I also got off a little earlier. The guys drove me home and I fell asleep on the way. Derek woke me when we arrived and held my hand to help me up the stairs. I vaguely remembered him telling me we’d all have Sunday brunch together and talk about things. I slept long and hard. I got up early and showered and dressed for my day at Envy in record time. I was eager to see what the reaction would be to my list of topics. I brought Celia a pumpkin spice coffee and told her I was through with my article proposals. She promised to let me know when Liz was ready to discuss them.
I made copies, tons of them, and picked up lunches and lattes. I sorted and stapled packets for an upcoming board meeting. Five o’clock came and went, and I headed for the bar. Clearly Liz Markham had a busy day and hadn’t had time to review my ideas, which was hardly surprising. I had to cover for the same waitress again, so I didn’t get to joke around with Cammie and Jason, but I got off work earlier than usual for the second night in a row. Brett showed up alone to pick me up.
“How’s it going?”
“Good. Where’s Derek?”
“He’s baking. He decided to make brownies, and they weren’t done in time to come along to get you.”
“Baking?” I asked, with my eyebrows raised.
Brett laughed. “Could you imagine? No, he’s watching the end of the game. I told him I’d come get you,” Brett said, cracking a smile.
“That sounds more like it,” I said.
“Are you really that disappointed it’s just me?” he asked, looking a little hurt.
I shook my head. “No, my mind is just somewhere else. My boss didn’t respond to the list of article topics I sent her.”
“She’s probably just busy,” he said, pointing the truck toward home.
“Yeah. I figured. But I’m so excited about it, I just wish she was so thrilled with my ideas that she couldn’t wait to meet with me.”
“What were your topics?” he asked.
“Breaking off engagements right before the wedding, men who refuse to use condoms, sexual fantasies,” I said.
“So, men who are assholes, men who are assholes and will never get laid, and women fantasizing about men who are NOT assholes for a change?” Brett quipped.
“Basically,” I replied, laughing.
We filled the short drive home with small talk. Brett told me about their shift on patrol, and I told him how bored I was making copies and fetching coffee. He reached over and took my hand in his, lifting it to his mouth for a gentle kiss.
“It will all pay off, I know it will,” he said sincerely.
Once home, I went upstairs and ate a bowl of cereal, sitting down on Brett’s recliner while he worked out. I asked Derek about the game, about his day at work. We chatted for a bit, and when he got up for a beer, I changed the channel to a game show I liked. Soon all three of us were clustered at the TV, shouting answers and criticizing the idiot who lost a chance at a million dollars. There was another episode on after that one and before we knew it, it was midnight.
