Page 73 of One Moment Please
After walking inside the house, I looked around, surprised Lynsey wasn’t making coffee in her underwear like usual. My brows pinched as I made my way down the hallway, the sounds of the shower running in my master bath growing louder. Because of our shift differences, Lynsey and I haven’t spent the night in the same room since the family dinner.
Why did she decide to use my shower to get ready for work instead of her own?
As I drew nearer, a faint buzzing was audible over the running water. My jaw clenched as I moved through my bedroom and rounded the corner to glance into the bathroom.
Through the foggy glass, seated on the bench in my shower, was Lynsey with her eyes closed and her legs spread wide as she moaned against the motions of the vibrator going to town on her clit.
I paused, taking in the sight for several minutes as her labored breathing echoed off the tile walls. My cock thickened inside my scrubs.
I was equal parts irritated and turned the fuck on.
“What do you think you’re doing, Jones?” I asked, my voice firm as I made my way into the bathroom, standing only a few feet from the shower door.
Her eyes popped open, and she immediately pulled the vibrator from between her thighs.
“You’re late,” she croaked, her voice hoarse with desire.
I dropped my chin and pinned her with a glower. “You’re busy.”
She pulled her lip into her mouth and closed her legs. “I was going to surprise you in here when you got home and let you use this on me.” She held the vibrator up to me as if it’s a peace-offering. Her face guilty as she added, “But you took too long and…well…”
“You decided to start without me,” I finished her thought, my eyes narrowing on her. “I thought we discussed exclusivity a couple of days ago.”
I pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped it to the floor.
“We did,” she replied, her eyes caressing my chest, abs, and groin as I stroked myself over my scrubs. She cleared her throat and added, “I told you, after the Tinder Battle of 2020, I wouldn’t dream of us being nonexclusive while we’re sleeping together.”
I tilted my head and stared at her through the steam dripping down the glass while dropping my pants and kicking them off to the side. She stood, moving to press her hand to the glass as she gaped open-mouthed at my cock.
“Exclusivity means all your orgasms are mine, Jones,” I ground out, my voice deep and authoritative.
She licked her lips and looked up at me, her eyes hooded with desire. “I didn’t know that included battery-operated devices.”
“It even includes your hand,” I stated firmly, pulling the door open and stepping into the shower. “And your fucking dreams.”
I fisted my cock, staring at her lush, naked body only two feet from me. Her cheeks flushed from her arousal and her rose-colored nipples hard from the cool air. “You living here with me, sleeping with me, means all your pleasure comes from me.”
She smiled and lifted her chin to make eye contact. “Aren’t we a bit of a narcissist?”
I shook my head slowly. “I’m not a narcissist. I’m a Jonesist. And I will be the giver of all your pleasure. Understood?”
She nodded.
“Now sit down on that bench and spread your legs so I can show you how inadequate that fucking toy of yours really is.”
Max’s voice interrupts my walk down memory lane. “So, you’re having sex all the time, but you’re not in a relationship?”
“Correct.” I take a long sip and hold the alcohol in my mouth to let it burn before swallowing because—fucking hell—now that we’re talking about sex, all I want to do is go home and have sex.
Max turns on his stool, propping his elbow on the bar to stare open-mouthed. “How can you be living with and sleeping with a woman who’s carrying your child and not be in a relationship with her? That sounds like a relationship.”
“It’s not,” I reply with a shrug. “We’re compartmentalizing.”
“Not her.” Max shakes his head knowingly. “She’s not going to want it like this for long.”
My brows furrow at his tone. I mean, I get it. Honestly, I was skeptical at first. Which is why all of last week, I kept asking her if she was sure she wanted this and she adamantly confirmed that she did, usually right before she put my cock in her mouth.
But she seems good with it. In fact, she seems more at ease than ever before, and so do I. Even the nurses have been giving me funny looks this week because my mood has been lighter. Regular sex is a win-win for both of us.
