Page 116 of Committed to You

“I told you I prefer your bed.” It’s Tuesday, and I’ve been staying with Vivian since Sunday.

She laughs and rolls off me, curling her body into my arm.

I graze the soft skin on the side of her hip.

“Are you excited about closing today?”

“Yes. I can’t wait to break in the place with you.” I tease her but am also serious.

She’s about to say something when her phone rings. Groaning, she retrieves it from the nightstand. “It’s my boss. I have to take this.”

I don’t answer her. Instead, I dip down and roll my tongue on her areolas, tracing the edges of her hard nipples.

She runs her hand through my hair, smiling. “Hello.”

My face is buried in her chest, and I trail my fingers down her stomach then glide two into her sex before sliding out and rolling them on her clit.

Her breath inhales. “I can make it at ten o’clock. Send me the address. Thanks.” She hangs up and throws the phone on the bed.

“What’s going on?” I ask before taking her breast in my mouth and circling my fingers slightly faster.

Her hands grip my hair tighter; her breathing shallows. “Listing appointment at ten. Someone requested me.”

“That’s good. Do clients usually call your office and not your cell?” I say absentmindedly as her legs widen into a diamond shape, and she rocks her hips into my fingers.

“No,” she breathes. “Oh…”

“You like that?” I murmur, moving my mouth to her other breast.

“Oh…yes.”

“What if I do this?” I tap my fingers three times against her clit then circle quickly, repeating the pattern.

She whimpers and moans. Her face flushes. Gripping my hair with both hands, she pushes me into her chest.

I circle my fingers quicker and send her into a shaking frenzy as she calls out my name and pulls my hair so hard I think she might have yanked some out.

When she releases her grip on my head, and her body starts to calm down, I pick my head up off her and kiss her.

“I have to get ready for my appointment. But you can come shower with me.”

“That’s an invitation I’ll never refuse.”

We shower together and get ready for the day. While Vivian does her hair, I make coffee and eggs.

I’ve got everything on the table when she walks out. She’s wearing a black pencil skirt, light-pink blouse, and black ankle boots. I whistle. “You look hot.”

She blushes.

I pull her chair out, and she sits down. I sit next to her. “So, who is this listing with?”

“I don’t know. My boss said they saw the article in the paper and wanted to work with me. He’s sending me the information but said it’s near the title company and should be a big listing. So, I can get that done, and I’ll meet you at the closing at noon. I’ll text you the address if that’s okay?”

Hmm. It’s a big listing, they’ve never met her before and want her to list their place? Just from the article?

Well, I guess everyone does business differently.

“Sure. Go, do your thing. I’ll meet you there.”

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