His tan skin and dark hair stand out against the stark white sheets. I run my fingers down his back, tracing the outline of his muscles all the way down to his perfectly round ass. I press a light kiss to the back of his shoulder as he rolls over, startling me.
“Go get in the shower. I’ll meet you there,” he says with a groggy voice. He rubs his eyes with his fingers.
“No, go back to sleep, babe. You need your rest. I’ll shower, then get ready over at the station.” I push myself out of the bed and walk across the wood floors to the master en suite. I close the bathroom door in hopes of minimizing the noise I make so Matt can go back to sleep.
I start the shower and let the water warm up while I brush my teeth. I take note of my curves—this is the healthiest I’ve been in years. I try to work out on a semi-regular basis, I eat healthy, and my body has finally taken notice.
Stepping into the glass shower, I wash my hair and condition it. I squirt some of my body wash onto a sponge and start washing my body when the shower door opens and Matt steps in. He pulls the sponge from my hands and begins washing me. With one hand, he lifts my long hair and rubs the sponge all over my back before pushing me into the gentle stream of water to rinse me.
He repeats the same process on my chest, breasts, and stomach. He drops the sponge to the tiled shower floor as he presses me up against the wall. His lips find mine, peppering hungry kisses against them. One arm pins me against the wall and another trails down my stomach, parting the soft folds of skin between my legs. He slides one finger inside me, gently gliding it in and out before adding a second finger.
“Need you,” he mumbles against my lips, and I reach for his erection. Wrapping my hand around him, I slide it up and down the soft skin as I feel him grow larger the longer I stroke him. “Turn around,” he orders and I press my chest up against the cool shower wall. He places both of his hands on my hips and gently guides himself inside of me from behind.
“Holy shit,” I stammer as I try to gain control of my breathing. His thrusts are hard, yet controlled. He kisses the side of my neck as I rest my forehead against the wall. One of his hands moves around the front, paying special attention to the bud of soft skin he knows how to work so well.
With three final thrusts, I feel his release deep within and we stay connected just as we do in bed. As we catch our breaths, Matt withdraws from me and bends down to pick up the sponge. Squirting more body wash onto the sponge, he takes his time cleaning me one last time. I rinse the conditioner from my hair and rinse my body again.
Standing on my tiptoes, I curl my arms around his neck and press a long kiss to his soft lips. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” I tell him as he pulls his body wash off the shelf and washes himself. I wrap myself in a towel and quickly dry off, throwing on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top. I have my dress, shoes, and accessories hanging in the closet, ready to bring to work with me.
I leave my long, wet hair hang loose and let it air dry as I head to the kitchen to make coffee. When I get there, I find that Matt has already made a fresh pot. I smile at how considerate and attentive he is. I fill two mugs of coffee and pour a small amount of creamer in both, stirring them. While I’m scrolling through emails and messages on my phone, Matt joins me in the kitchen.
“Anything exciting?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my cheek before grabbing his mug of coffee and sitting on one of the barstools that sits at his small kitchen island.
“Nothing yet.” I smile at him. His eyes have dark circles under them and are bloodshot. “You’re exhausted,” I tell him.
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. Go back to bed when I leave. You need your rest.”
“You worry too much.” He chuckles.
“You work too hard. Stop taking overtime shifts.”
“You’re telling me I work too much? Lindsay, I haven’t seen you in weeks, which is why I’ve been working overtime. I’m bored without you here.” He raises his eyebrows at me.
“I know. It’s just that they’re shorthanded and it’s a really great opportunity for me to get more airtime. I’ve been at the anchor desk all week.” He sighs in frustration, and I sigh that he doesn’t understand how much I love and need my career. When my mom left my brother Landon and me, we learned quickly that we had to take care of ourselves. I made it a priority to do well in school and eventually received a full scholarship to college. I majored in broadcast journalism and this career has become an extension of who I am.
“Lindsay, you work for practically nothing. The pay is shit, the hours are long—I feel like they’re taking advantage of you.”