He glares at me. “You want to tell Cheryl that you have to go to a party when she’s going over the weekly schedule?”
I shrug. Cheryl is a sweetie, and I know Ethan realizes that.
“Besides, what’s this party for again?” he asks me.
I swear, he may be handsome and intelligent and sweet, but sometimes I wonder if he doesn’t have selective memory. Or selective hearing.
“Alexis invited us to the launch of her book,” I tell Ethan. “You know, like I told you at least three times this morning.”
“Oh, fuck. You’re right,” Ethan says. “What book again?”
Oh. My. God.
I swear to…
That’s when I see Ethan smile and give me his infuriating but charming smirk.
“Got you, didn’t I?” he asks.
Ugh. Sometimes I love him, but I just want to punch him.
He comes over to me and stands close. “Here,” he says. “I got you this.”
He pulls out an envelope and hands it to me.
“What is it?” I ask even as I open it.
“Alexis wanted us to have it in case our lives ever got interesting again,” he tells me.
I look at it. Its a single paper.
With a few contact details.
Alexis Angel:
Email:
[email protected]
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alexis.angel.754
Newsletter: Naughty Angels.
Newsletter Link: http://eepurl.com/cu4ET9
I look up at Ethan. “Do you think our lives will continue to be as interesting?” I ask him.
He smiles at me. I’m sure that our lives won’t be boring, but I wouldn’t really mind. As long as my family is around me.
“Well, you know, after Alexis wrote Red & Blue and the Governor and that Mayor fucking the Senator, or Scandalous about the Mayor’s son fucking his hot stepmom, or Client 5 about Arsen and his phone sex business, she’s been pretty hot,” Ethan says.
“I think the only thing I haven’t read by her is Jailbait,” I tell Ethan, rolling my eyes. This is old news to me. I’m the one that found Alexis, remember?
“Yeah, but did you know she also writes in collaboration with another author called Erin Wright? They’re going to have a new pen name called Mona Cox,” Ethan tells me.
I look over at him. Big, hulking, cut, ripped, whatever you want to call it. He’s talking to me about fucking romance novels.
“Since when did you start reading the works of my author friends?” I ask him.
He smiles. “Since they started writing about the fucking hot as hell sex we have, babe,” he says to me.
He takes a step closer and I can already feel that giant monster sized cock of his poking me. I mean, 12 inches. It’s going to reach me before the rest of his body does if it’s hard.
“You know we have a party to go to,” I murmur as Ethan nuzzles his face on my neck.
“That’s what I’ve been doing the last half hour was reading her book about us, babe,” Ethan says. “And holy fucking Christ we are fucking hot.”
Oh, don’t I know it. Remember, the whole thinking I’m in a dream?
“Brings back some memories, doesn’t it?” Ethan asks. “Reading about us.”
He’s right and just thinking back to what you’ve read in the last 75,000 words and actually remembering those experiences - I dunno - I don’t resist as I feel his hands grab my ass and pull me towards him.
In fact, I may actually be doing a little grinding of my pussy against his cock.
Whatever it is, it’s enough to bring us in for a kiss.
And then one more. And another.
Until Ethan unzips the zipper on my dress and lets it fall to the floor.
I stand there in my strapless bra and black lace thong.
“Turn around and bend over,” Ethan tells me. It’s not a question. More a statement of what I’m going to do.
Which I am more than happy to comply with.
As I turn around, I see the clock on the nightstand.
Oh, fuck. We’re going to be late. We can’t do this.
But then I feel his cock against my ass cheeks.
That pulsing, throbbing, giant cock of his. I feel his hands squeeze my ass. My body begins to tremble with lust.
And you know what? I can be late.
I’d rather get fucked by this piece of gorgeous man meat right now than anything else in the world.
Alexis is a sweetie, though, so listen.
You’ve been with me this far. You’ve seen everything.
You’ve kept secrets when it was just me and you talking.
Can you do one last thing for me?
Can you email Alexis or tell her on Facebook that I’m going to be late? That Ethan and I are going to be late to her party.
Tell her, “They’re busy fucking again.”
She’ll know what you mean.
Thank you so much, hun! Love you and hope you had fun!