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“That’s it, tell me what you want, baby,” Oh damn. My body loved the sound of him calling me baby and I was suddenly contracting around his fingers. He moaned then quickly released my wrists and leaned his face down between my thighs. The combination of his tongue and fingers at that moment created an explosion in every neuron in my body. I moaned out, God knows how loud, and I didn’t care. I slammed my hands to the sheets below me grabbing them in my fists. My legs were shaking around him. I swear I saw myself floating over our bodies looking down over us.
As my body stopped, he slowed his licks and flicks and climbed back to me slowly. My body was spent, and I couldn’t even move my arms to embrace him.
“Was that a sufficient wake up call, ma’am?”
I couldn’t catch my breath, and everything was still fuzzy, but I managed to sort of nod of my head for him.Damn.
I opened my eyes to him grinning with complete satisfaction. He bent down and kissed me hard, my head spinning again.
“So, work today?” he asked.
Oh shit. It’s Tuesday.
I let out a huge sigh. “Yeah, and I was supposed to play again later. But, well I dunno.” Reality was setting in. “Can I just quit everything and be your consort?” I rolled my face into the pillow.
“Well, I won’t mind you here, but don’t you like your job?” he asked as he rubbed my back. Ugh, why are men so rational?
“Yes, I love my stupid job,” I said as I rolled my eyes and turned back over. “Since you won’t let me be a kept woman, I guess I need to go home and get changed. I still don’t know what to do about the band situation.”
I leaned up, covering myself with the blanket this time because I really did need to get home and didn’t want to encourage him. Well, I did, but it would have to wait. I reached over and grabbed my clothes from the floor and pulled my shirt on before I stood and did the rest.
“Again, I didn’t say no. But, don’t worry about the band thing. I’m sure they weren’t paying you well anyway.”
He started to walk out with his coffee but didn’t provide further explanation, so I finished pulling my skirt up and grabbed my mug before chasing him to the kitchen.
“What do you mean? What happened with the band?” I asked.
“I called Tim and told him Eric wasn’t allowed in the club. He said he couldn’t find a replacement in time for tonight, so I told him that was a personal problem. We had some words but ultimately I fired them.”
I stood with my mouth hanging open. He warmed up my coffee with a fresh pour and I eventually remembered how to use words.
“Wait, about that,” I said as I wagged my finger in his direction, “we need to rewind. Why didn’t you tell me, or anyone for that matter, that youownthe club? Until Jaz called you the boss, I thought you were a bartender, and I still didn’t think you owned it. Even though it was weird she called you that.”
He was grinning. “I figured it was her that gave you my address.”Shit.
“I didn’t say that! But for real, so you own the club? Have you always?”
He came around the counter and sat on the barstool, pulling me between his legs.
“I have a while. But I’m still the bartender. What does it matter?” He was twirling a curl in his fingers, investigating my face like he was trying to memorize it.
“It doesn’t. I was just shocked. I didn’t really put it together until your neighbors threw you under the bus about the cops. But, so, you fired the band? When?”
“Uh, I called him on the walk home yesterday morning. Don’t worry, I’ll give you the $60 a week you probably lost on the gig,” he said as he took a huge gulp of coffee.
“Oh my God, Jason. They called the cops on you because you fired them.” He had a knowing look and just nodded, acknowledging I was correct. He didn’t seem bothered at all.
“Jason, you didn’t do anything wrong. Shit, I mean, if it weren’t for you who knows what would have happened to me? This isn’t right!”
I was getting high pitched and frantic. Pressure built behind my eyes and my face was hot with rage. He pulled me to him, shushing softly in my ear.
I pushed back from him and frantically chattered, “No! This is all my fault! If I had listened to you and reported his ass Sunday, you would have never gone to jail. I sent you to jail!”
Jason stood and pulled me to him, blanketing his body around me. The tears flowed and I struggled to catch my breath.
“Shh, shh, shh. Please don’t cry for me. I’m fine. I’ll figure it out. This isnotyour fault. Now no tears, I can’t handle those.” He was petting my head, planting small kisses on the side of my face.
I started to calm back down, but was still so angry, and had the cry-hiccups. He reached his hand under my chin, but I didn’t want him to see me cry so I pulled my chin away. He grabbed my chin with his hand and forced my head up.
