Page 117 of Back in the Saddle

I had these thoughts as I slithered out of bed and dragged my ass to my bag on Eric’s couch.

Once there, I pulled out the nightie I packed. Black, of course. Made of lace. Deep plunge that even made my small tits look good. Little bows at the spaghetti straps. A bigger one at the bottom of the plunge. So short, it barely covered my ass.

I stood there and chucked my clothes.

I pulled on the nightie.

Then I shuffled to his bed, pulled the covers back, slipped in and collapsed against his awesome pillows.

I was nearly asleep again when the bed moved with Eric getting in it.

He slid an arm around my waist and pulled me into his body.

Oo.

Warm.

I nuzzled deep.

I thought I heard him mutter, “And you think I’m a tease.”

But I couldn’t be sure.

Because I was back to sleep.

* * *

My hip was moving.

“Honey.”

I opened my eyes to dark.

Eric’s shadowed face was close.

“Whas goin’ on?” I mumbled.

“I have to go to work.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s time to go to work.”

I squinted at his clock.

It told me it was 6:45.

I squinted at him. “Your commute is fifteen minutes.”

“I know. That’s why I need to leave for work.”

I glanced around in confusion.

Oh fuck.

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