“Like what you see?” he asks, winking at me as he walks into his closest, momentarily stunning me.

I drop to my knees and glance under the bed. “Panties?”

He’s not long and reemerges with a dress shirt, khakis, and tie, shrugging at me and barely holding in his smile.

I stand and grip my towel. “You have them don’t you? What are you starting some weird collection of my lingerie?”

He drops his towel and begins dressing, causing me to look away quickly before I jump on him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I believe I provided you with some boxers to put your sexy ass into so I’m not sure what the problem is.” He slips on his boxers and pulls his white T-shirt over his head.

“Humph, pervert,” I reply and his smile spreads across his face as I drop my towel. I feel his eyes on me as I step into his boxers, rolling them as I did before to make them fit me better. Next, I get into a pair of sweatpants he’s laid out for me that I also have to roll several times at the waist. Slipping on my bra, I pull the T-shirt he’s given me over my head. It’s an old University of Chicago shirt and has apparently been worn repeatedly. Did he give me one of his favorite shirts? I glance at him as he stands in front of the mirror hanging on his wall, putting on his tie. He looks devastatingly handsome and oh so yummy in the morning, freshly fucked and showered. He eyes me quickly and I smile before I walk out of the bedroom, needing to leave his presence before I rip his clothes off. Grabbing my purse off the dining room table, I slip into my heels and shake my head at how ridiculous I look in them with my sweats.

“Ready?” He walks down the hallway towards me and stops when I turn to him. I let out a heavy sigh at his appearance as his eyes fall onto my feet. “You look beautiful,” he states as if it’s obvious and I run at him, meeting him in the hallway and wrapping my legs around his waist. “Whoa. Hi, love.”

“You look beautiful. I look rightly silly. Now come on, I’m late enough as it is and you’re making me want to throw you back into your bed.” He turns me around and starts back towards his bedroom as I giggle into his neck. “No. We can’t.”

He grunts in protest as he carries me towards the door and we finally leave with me still in his arms.

**

After stopping to get a couple coffees, we drive down Fayette Street and pull up in front of the bakery. I glance out the window and see Joey standing behind the counter. “Did you have a good birthday?” I ask as I unbuckle my seat belt and turn to see his eyes on me.

He smiles sweetly and reaches out, pulling my hand into his and lifting it to his lips for a quick kiss. “I had the best birthday.” Oh my. He drops my hand and I lean in, pressing my lips against his and lingering there for a moment. I suddenly don’t want to get out of his car. Not after last night, not after this morning, and definitely not after what he’s just admitted. He’s minty and delicious, he smells heavenly, and he’s dressed way too good right now.

I lean back a bit and his eyes open. “Make out with me,” I say in my best flirtatious voice.

He licks his lips. “Isn’t that what we were just doing?”

I shake my head, wrapping his tie up in my hand. “No, that was a goodbye kiss. I want you to devour me.”

His hands reach around me and he pulls me towards him, sliding me sideways into his lap. “You mean, like this?” he asks and brings his mouth firmly to mine. His tongue twists in my mouth, moving with mine, stroking, licking, and tasting every inch of me. I’m panting so heavily that I’m certain the windows will start fogging up any second.

“I fucking love kissing you,” I say as I manage to break away briefly and kiss down his neck to his collar, relishing in his scent.

“See, we could do this every morning if you’d sleep over more.”

I move back up and latch back onto his mouth, silencing his ridiculousness. The man is crazy. After several long totally worth it minutes of sucking face, I somehow manage to pull away and lick his taste off my lips. “Have a great day, handsome.” I open the door and hop out, turning back after nearly stumbling from the make-out session.

“You too, love,” he replies. I glance down and notice his erection, reaching in quickly and rubbing against it. His hand clamps down on mine and he moans, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and shaking his head at me. “Go, before I throw you back in here and take you to work with me to finish what you’ve started.” I shriek and hear his laugh as I shut the door and wave. I’m floating, completely high off him as I make my way into the shop, ready to start my work day.

Sixteen

“Morning,” I sing as I walk into the shop and get a massive smile from Joey. I quickly rush upstairs and change into more appropriate work attire, smiling as I fold up Reese’s clothes and stick them into my dresser. I will definitely be wearing these again, and often. I slip on jeans and a blue blouse and pair them with my favorite pair of strappy black sandals. After throwing my still damp hair up into a messy bun and applying some makeup, I reemerge into the bakery and see Joey tapping a familiar white box on the counter.

“You have so much to tell me about after you open this,” he says with a grin. I think he looks forward to my deliveries from Reese as much as I do.

“Did that just get here?” My eyes rake over the box as I pull it close to me. How in the hell did he have time to send this to me already? He’s probably just now settling in at his office.

“Actually, it was waiting out front this morning. I guess he wanted you to have it as soon as you got here.” He sighs. “So fucking romantic. God damn it, Billy.”

“Oh leave poor Billy alone, not all men can be as perfect as Reese Carroll.” Jesus, did I just say that out loud? Was Reese perfect? I think silently for a moment as I stare off into space and decide that yes, he is perfect. Catching Joey’s hurry the fuck up stare, I excitedly pull the white ribbon and open the box, my eyes widening as I hover over it and glance at the contents. “Holy fuck.” I pull out several pictures of an orgasmic Reese. Literally, I know this face, the face he makes when he climaxes. “Oh my God.” I rifle through the box and see pictures of him from the waist up, someone obviously having taken them as they were riding him until he came, waiting for that exact moment to capture it.

“Jesus Christ. Is he, is that, he sent you these?” Joey squeals and grabs a few of the pictures. I allow it only because there’s none containing anything from the waist down. I can’t believe this. There’s at least a dozen in here. He sent me pictures of him fucking someone else? Or to be more specific, someone else fucking him? My heart drops as I stare at his face. He’s looking at the camera, looking into the eyes of the person taking the picture as she brings him to orgasm. His jaw is clenched, crease in his brow, piercing green eyes. I’m going to be sick. “FUCK.” I snatch the pictures out of Joey’s hand and shove them all back into the box. “I can’t believe him. Why the fuck would he send me these? WHAT THE FUCK, JOEY?” My scream causes him to stumble back and he holds up his hands.

“Christ, I don’t know. I mean, these are pictures of him having sex with someone right?”