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Gunnar braces his hard body against my sofa and yanks his trousers down a few inches, making my job a little easier. “That’s a girl,” he says in a low voice. “See what you can do now.”
So I do. It turns out you can easily forget your insecurities when the object of your pleasure is practically throbbing under your touch. I get busy licking and kissing and sucking with all I’ve got. Gunnar is loving it, too. You can’t fake this level of enthusiasm. Whispered encouragements and dirty curses fall from his lips, until he lets out a grunt and tries to nudge me aside. “That’s enough, honey. I’m close.”
But I’m a very goal-oriented person. So I hollow out my cheeks and give it to him good. Gunnar makes a deep sound of urgency, so I brace for victory. But instead, I find myself lifted off his dick and onto his shoulder. Somehow he rises from the sofa, holding my waist in one hand and his trousers in the other.
A squeak of terror leaves my throat as I am hoisted into the air. That’s twice in two days. I’m not sure it’s dignified for a grown woman to be hauled around like this.
Ten seconds later, though, I realize that dignity is overrated. Gunnar has tossed me on the bed, and then ripped off his clothes. He kneels down and pulls the two halves of my bathrobe apart like some kind of sex-starved superhero. He lifts my sleep shirt, dips his head down and finds my breast with his hungry tongue.
“You—” he says, breaking off to torture my other breast. “Are a good time, Posy Paxton. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”
My heart soars to hear it. And then Gunnar recommits himself to pleasuring me, and pretty soon other parts of me are soaring, too.
24
Gunnar
The Company is perfectlycapable of watching Posy’s building for signs of trouble. There’s no practical reason I need to spend more nights in her bed.
But there are plenty of less practical ones.
The next night, I take Posy out for a romantic dinner. When we get back, Ginny and Aaron are already downstairs for the night. So we don't even have to keep up the ruse that I’m sleeping on the couch.
I walk her right into her bedroom and unzip her dress. Let the games begin.
This quickly becomes part of our routine. I work in the pie shop most mornings, leaving Posy’s apartment before Aaron is out of bed. After my shift, I take off for a workout or a meeting with Max. But by evening time, I'm back in Apartment 4-5, dining with Posy and sometimes Ginny and Aaron. I’m thirty-six years old, and this is the only moment I can name where my life had so much routine. And I think I like it.
One night I cook my favorite dish for them: fish tacos with lime and cilantro. I even make homemade sangria to go with it.
“Why can't I taste the sangria?” Aaron asks.
“It's a grown-up drink,” his mother says, giving me a sideways glance. Ginny was perfectly happy to see me show up here a few nights ago. But with each passing day, she seems less happy to see me.
Posy is the opposite. Even now, as her sister gives me a death glare, Posy smooths the arch of her bare foot over mine. She gives me a soft smile and takes another sip of sangria.
I pick up the pitcher and refill her glass. I’d do anything to get another smile from her. This is new for me—all this domestic tranquility. I like it more than I expected to. “Have another taco,” I say, offering her the platter.
“Do you cook for your wife?” Aaron asks suddenly. He takes another taco, too.
“Nope. I don’t have one.”
“Why not?”
“Some men don't want a wife,” Ginny says quickly. “They're not the marrying kind.” The look she gives me implies that she's put me firmly in this category.
“Maybe I just never got around to it yet,” I argue. She thinks she's got me all figured out. “I travel a lot. My job is hard.”
“Your job making coffee?” Aaron asks.
Ginny snickers into her sangria glass.
“I’ve worked many jobs,” I clarify. “I move around a lot. It’s very distracting.” I can’t really explain to him that my job is dangerous. That I need to keep my focus on the work.
“Can we play Go Fish after dinner?” Aaron asks me.
“What about your reading?” Ginny asks.
“I could read to Gunnar,” Aaron says. “Andthenplay cards.”
