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His eyes watched me closely. It was both presumptuous and thrilling at the same time. I knew how horny Rob could be on weekend mornings, especially with a hangover, and this was a good sign that he was missing my physical company.
I slowly moved my hand to the top button. It was asimple outfit in anticipation of fading into the background as I tended to Mandy’s fashion needs at the Baby Mom event later.
‘Now the next one,’ he stated, ‘and keep going.’
I now wished I was wearing something sexier, plus I couldn’t remember whether I had my ‘good bra’ underneath, let alone which knickers I’d put on this morning, though I was very sure they were unlikely to be a matching set.
This is Rob. He’s seen all of my most grannyish, comfy knickers before and he loves me regardless.Yet somehow it was as though we were looking at each other with eyes full of lust and wonder for the first time.
In silence, holding eye contact, I continued unbuttoning my dress until it was completely open, revealing my black lace bra and red knickers. It could have been a lot worse. My breathing deepened, as did his, as he carried on looking at the screen. His big green eyes moving around my body, his lips so kissable, as I showed him as much of myself as I could.
‘You look so beautiful. Now take off your dress and move over to your bed,’ he ordered, his voice soft and reassuring.
My skin had become covered in goosebumps. I felt vulnerable and sexy.
‘What shall I do now?’ I asked, enjoying the scenario, as I lay on the bed in my underwear, my head propped up on two pillows.
‘Place the phone down and take off your bra,’ he said. ‘Let me watch you.’
I propped up the phone on another pillow next to me,and did as I was told, slowly lowering each strap in turn, allowing one breast and then the other to show over my bra. They felt round and voluptuous. My nipples were hard.
‘Now lower your knickers slightly so I can see you,’ he continued.
I complied with his wish, losing my inhibitions because I felt so comfortable about letting go with him. This was Rob,myRob.
‘Now look at me as you touch yourself.’
I held my breath, my pulse quickened, and I tried to keep my eyes on his as I pushed my hand under my knickers and began touching myself. I felt so turned on, so soft and silky.
‘I wish I could kiss you,’ Rob murmured, his face filling the screen as he slowly moved his tongue to his top lip. ‘I have missed the taste of you.’
‘Me too,’ I purred into the screen, desperate to be able to kiss him back.
I closed my eyes then, ready to float off on my way to reaching orgasm. The only problem was that Jimi’s face kept popping into my mind. He was so close to my face, and then he was kissing me. He was so real in my mind, I could almost feel him, smell him, taste him.
I tried to bat away the image of Jimi and replace him with Rob’s sweet, familiar face. I opened my eyes and could see that Rob was now touching himself too. Maybe if Rob was here with me, I would feel differently. I really wanted to. I squeezed my eyes shut again.
‘I love you baby,’ Rob murmured. ‘I want you.’
‘I love you too,’ I whispered.
After I had come, and he had too, we said a tender goodbye and I lay back on my bed. I was half elated and half in shock about the intensity of the call.
I just wanted to fall asleep wrapped tightly in Rob’s arms. The warmth of his body against mine. Yet my mind was tricking me again. I kept imagining the brush of Jimi’s curly hair against my face; his strong arms holding me close.
Tears crept up and spread to the back of my eyeballs in quick, hot succession.Why is my mind doing this to me?
It was only a matter of seconds before the floodgates opened. I wept like I hadn’t for a long time, as the enormity of what I was doing hit me. I felt horrible for Rob; even if it was mostly in my mind, it still felt like a betrayal. None of this was fair on him.
If my feelings for Jimi were getting stronger, I couldn’t carry on like this, being unfaithful, even in my thoughts.
I toyed with the idea of telling Rob about Jimi.Maybe honesty is best?I was still wrestling with this thought as I noticed it was getting late. Mandy would be back. I needed to get her ready for the event.
Chapter Twenty-One
The Baby Mom launch began with the glow of flash bulbs, from the waiting bank of paparazzi who greeted us at the entrance to the fashionable 1 Hotel in West Hollywood. An oasis of green foliage, tasselled umbrellas, and green-and-white-striped seating appeared, with jaw-dropping panoramic views of the LA skyline. Mandy greeted members of the press and influencers, as she extolled the virtues of wearing Baby Mom. The air was heavy with the heady scent of the fragrance, which was being described as ‘the softest petals of white roses kissed by morning dew, combined with an undertone of warm milk enriched with vanilla’. Baby Mom by Mandy was a fragrant celebration of eternal love.
Mandy had invited a cosmic doula called Ebony to join her in conversation, and there was a surreal moment where Ebony addressed the guests about the powerful scent of amniotic fluid, and how she would be present at Mandy’s birth to whisper encouragement, as the newborn child emerged from her mother’s cosmic portal. As the conversation turned to the virtues of turning the placenta into a potent drink after the birth, I kept stealing looks atJimi, who was busily capturing content for Mandy’s socials with a phone on the end of large selfie stick.
