Page 44 of Meant For Love
“I’m sorry,” she states softly, “I should have?—”
“Yeah,” I say, wheeling our bags into the closet and seeing her mother did not mess around. It’s like she’s been living here for a while. I hear her walk into the closet and then feel her hands wrap around my waist as she kisses my back. “I wanted you to have some things.” I put my hand on hers. “I didn’t think she would…”
“I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions.” She presses her naked chest into my back. “I should have known better.”
“I think we just had our first fight.” I turn in her arms. “Which means we get to have makeup sex.” I pick her up, carrying her to the bed. “Regular sex is amazing, and shower sex I’ve never come so hard in my life, but makeup sex might be out of this world.”
“You know what might be better?” she says to me. “Angry sex.”
“That might break my dick.” Both our mouths attack each other, swallowing the laughter, before we have makeup sex. I was right. It was out of this world.
The following morning, my eyes fly open at four thirty as if they know I’m back from vacation. I look over to see Zoey on her stomach, facing the other way. I slide out of bed, grab my workout gear, and head to the gym I have set up in the backyard pool house.
I run on the treadmill for an hour before I lift weights for another hour. When I slide back into the house, the sun is already peeking out by the time I walk into the kitchen. I’m shocked when I see Zoey walking down the steps. “Morning,” I greet her as she walks my way. She is rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
“Morning,” she replies, pulling a stool out from under the island. “What time did you get up?”
“Four thirty.” I kiss the back of her neck as I walk into the kitchen and start making my protein shake.
“I didn’t hear the alarm.”
“Didn’t set one,” I tell her as I walk over to the fridge and grab her oat milk. “Guess my body knew it was back to work.”
I pull out the black kettle that is on the counter, something I also ordered when we were away. “You want a matcha?” I ask, and she smirks.
“Why, you going to make me one?” she asks, and I nod.
“While you’ve been watching cat videos, I’ve been watching matcha videos,” I inform her, grabbing the bag of green matcha tea. “Prepare to drop to your knees.” I wink at her. “In the shower.”
I make her green tea, and even after making it from scratch, I will never, ever drink this shit again. I swear it’s like I was mushing grass clippings. “This tastes amazing,” Zoey praises while she takes a sip, and I take a gulp of my shake. “We should set some boundaries now that we are going to be working and living together.” I put my shake down in front of me.
“Such as?” I lean my hip against the counter as she puts her matcha down and walks over to the fridge.
“Well, and this is non-negotiable.” My eyes just stare at her. “There is no funny business at the office. It’s where I work, and I want to be respected because of my work and not because I’m going to suck the boss’s dick in the shower in thirty minutes.” She takes the eggs out and places them on the counter.
“And when we get home and right before bed,” I add the other two times I want her mouth on my dick. “But I will agree to that. I’ve never mixed my personal life with my work life.” She gives me a yeah-right look as she goes in search of a frying pan, finding it, and putting it on the stove. “In the office, I mean. What else?”
“Well.” She takes another sip before going over to get a mixing bowl. “I really didn’t think of anything else. I don’t want favoritism or special treatment.” She cracks some eggs into the bowl before adding a splash of milk and moving on to get the butter.
“Baby,” I say her nickname, and she glares at me and points. “In this house, you are baby to me, but at work, I will call you Zoey,” I correct myself. “You know we work together, and you don’t work for me, right? We’re working together on this, but I’m not your boss, and you are not my employee.” I take a sip of the protein shake as she prepares the eggs before grabbing a pack of bacon and another pan. “What about copping a feel?” I ask. “Like, can I grab your ass in secret?”
“No, the minute you touch my ass, you have to go and grab my boobs, and then we’re somehow having sex.” I try to argue with her, but she isn’t wrong. That is exactly how it happens.
“Somehow having sex,” I repeat her words, laughing as she puts bread in the toaster. “Meanwhile, you were the one copping all kinds of feels when we were on vacation.”
“We were on our honeymoon.” She walks over to grab a plate, piles the fluffy eggs on them, and adds the two slices of bacon before the toast pops up. She butters the toast, cuts it in half, then places it on the edge of the plate before handing it to me. “Eat your breakfast.”
“You made me breakfast?” I ask, shocked when I see she hasn’t even made herself anything.
“Yes.” She nods, picking up her matcha. “Now, I have to go get ready for work.”
“And my blow job.” I put the plate down and follow her up the stairs, grabbing her ass, and then sliding my hand into the robe and pinching her nipple.
“I just slaved over the stove to make you breakfast,” she moans.
“You have to eat your breakfast first, and then I’ll go down and nuke the one you made me.” I kiss her neck. “See? Working together is going to be perfect.”
Forty-five minutes later, I’ve showered, nuked my breakfast, and I’m slipping on my suit jacket when she comes walking into the closet to get her shoes. She’s wearing a tight light pink skirt with a high-neck, sleeveless white shirt. Her hair is down. But all I can stare at are my rings on her finger. She only takes them off when she has to put her cream on her body or when she applies sunscreen. Other than that, she’s had them on the whole time. Even when she takes them off, you can see the tan line from where they were. “You know what’s great about going to work with you?” I pull out the cuffs on each arm. “I know what you look like naked. I don’t have to sit there and imagine it.”