Page 15 of Screwed
“You feel so fucking good, Jana. I can’t get enough of this tight pussy. Come on me sweetheart,” I order, rubbing her clit.
I slam into her a few more times and she explodes, shouting my name as her orgasm grabs ahold of her. I follow right behind and continue to pump into her until I’ve got nothing left.
Opening her bright green eyes, she smiles up at me. “Best lunch break I’ve ever had.”
Pulling out of her, I pick up her panties handing them back as I tuck my cock away. “Fuck yes it was.” I help her stand and brush the hair off her face. “I’m making you dinner tonight, so make sure you’re home by seven.”
She pushes up on her toes and kisses my cheek. “Sounds good.” Walking over she picks her coat up and puts it back on. Tying it closed, she winks at me. “I’ll see you tonight.”
I nod as I walk back to my desk, avoiding eye contact. I’m breaking too many of my own rules as it is with her. Watching her walk away is not going to be another.
Once I hear the door close, I look up and grin.
**
I’m finishing up dinner, roasted chicken with potatoes, fresh vegetables and a spring salad, waiting for Jana to get home. Cooking dinner for a woman is something I’ve never done, but considering we are living in the same house right now, it means nothing. We both need to eat. I grab the organic juice I bought her, chicks dig organic shit, and pour her a glass.
I check the clock when the front door closes. “I hope you have a good reason for being late,” I yell out to her.
She walks into the kitchen, tears running down her beautiful face, looking completely defeated. “One of my favorite patients passed away,” she whispers, tears falling faster.
Without a thought, I wrap my arms around her and let her cry on my chest. Running my hand down her hair, I kiss the top of her head. “Damn, I’m sorry Jana.”
She fists my shirt in her hands and we stay like this until she stops crying. Lifting her head to look at me, one last tear falls. “You’d think after all this time I’d be used to it, but it crushes me every time I lose one.”
Wiping her tear, I kiss her salty lips. “That’s the kind of heart you have. You hurt when bad things happen.”
Searching my eyes, she moves her hand into my hair. “Don’t you hurt when bad things happen, Shawn?”
Feeling like a complete asshole, I tell her the truth. “No.”
“Why?” she whispers.
I press my lips to hers once more and grin. “Why don’t you go change. When you’re ready, we can sit down and eat this dinner I made,” I say.
Nodding her head, she pulls out of my arms and goes to her room.
I set everything up on the island and pour us each a glass of wine, foregoing the juice. Just as I’m about to give up on her returning, she comes into the kitchen in sweats. Normally, that is something that wouldn’t even have me giving a second glance, but on Jana, it’s sexy as hell.
“This looks amazing, Shawn. Thank you,” she says sitting down.
I make her a plate and place it in front of her. “Hopefully, it tastes as good.”
She gives me a small smile and sips her wine. “Everything you make tastes delicious.”
Dinner is eaten in silence as we both seem to have a lot going through our heads. I peek over at her and she has finished her food and is drinking her wine. I don’t know how to deal with a sad woman. The emotional part of the relationship is not what I do.
“Jana, what do you normally do when you’re upset?” I ask.
“I watch a comedy and drink,” she quietly says.
Christ watch a movie. I haven’t sat through a movie in years. If I’m not fucking, I’m working. “Come on,” I say, standing up.
“Shawn, I’m having a lot of fun with you, I really am. But right now I’m not in any kind of mood to play out a fantasy,” she says.
I grab her hand and she follows me into the living room. “Sit down, Jana.” She does, pulling a throw pillow against her. “What movie do you want to watch?”
A smile starts to spread across her face. “You’re going to watch a movie with me?”
