Chapter 41

Dinner and Dessert - Thursday, March 26, Evening

David and I hit the home gym after work. We lifted together, sweat dripping, muscles burning. In the shower afterward he soaped my back, then dropped to his knees and sucked my clit-cock until I was throbbing. I pulled him up before he could finish me.

“Save it,” I said.

We cooked dinner—grilled salmon and vegetables—then ate at the kitchen island, talking about nothing important while the clock ticked toward seven-thirty.

The house smelled of sex and dinner when Emily walked through the door. Her cheeks were still flushed from the long shift, but the moment her eyes landed on David and me she melted.

“Ma’am,” she breathed, dropping her bag and sinking to her knees right there in the entryway. “I’ve been thinking about your cock all day.”

David was already throwing her over his shoulder before she finished the sentence. He carried her to the bedroom, threw her on the bed, tugged her panties aside, and buried his tongue in her slick folds, licking long, slow stripes that made her thighs tremble. I leaned in, kissed her hard, and rolled her stiff pink nipples between my fingers while he worked.