Preparing to yell at him for biting me, I moan out the moment he slowly and teasingly slides his tongue along my aching pussy instead.
I know I’m going to hate myself for this later, but right now my body is loving me.
Jensen works his tongue slowly at first, taking his time to taste me. He’s teasing me gently, knowing in the end I’ll be begging him to make me come. He might be right about that. His rhythm is precise and controlled, as if he knows exactly where to taste me to drive me crazy with a need I’ve never felt before.
In the five years we were together Douglas never made my body feel this damn good.
I moan out again and pull his hair hard when he slides his tongue into me and begins fucking me with it, rubbing circles over my clit with his thumb.
I’m so close, and I don’t know whether to slap him or just let him finish me off. It feels so good it doesn’t matter that I hate him right now. All that matters is my need to come against his mouth.
He continues to move his tongue in and out for a while, getting me close to climax before he slips his tongue out and moves up to suck my clit into his mouth. He sucks gently at first, before moving his fingers up to slide into me, driving me wild.
“Oh God…” I grab his head and begin grinding my hips into his face, taking control. “Keep… going. D… don’t stop.”
He growls against my clit and shoves his fingers in one last time, causing me to scream out in pleasure as I come all over them.
“Holy fuck!” I scream, my body shaking as he slowly pulls his fingers out of me with a satisfied grin. “You’re an asshole for doing that,” I say out of breath. “This never should’ve happened.”
“I’m not done being an asshole yet. So why don’t you wait until I’m finished to comment.” He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me down to my feet, before bending me over the kitchen island and gripping my ass cheeks in both hands.
He moves in behind me, letting me feel his thick erection against my ass before he moves one hand around to grip the front of my neck. I let out a breathless moan as he slides his hand up the back of my skirt and begins finger fucking me from behind.
His dick is hard and thick and I’m sure he can tell I’m imagining his fingers were his rock-hard cock taking me rough and deep by the way I’m moaning out each time he digs it into my ass.
My landlord’s fingers are inside of me, and oddly, that thought arouses me even more.
In less than two minutes I’m gripping onto anything I can get my hands on and coming around his fingers for a second time.
Keeping his hand around my throat, he pulls his fingers out of me and slides them into his mouth, being sure to watch me as he sucks them clean.
Breathing heavily, I watch him with hatred as he leans in to whisper beside my ear, “Now do you hate my mouth? I bet not so fucking much now. You’re welcome.”
“Get off me.” I push him away and quickly adjust myself. My heart is racing so fast that I can hardly catch my breath. I’m an idiot for letting him go down on me. I’m stupid for even agreeing to be alone with him. “I can’t believe I let that happen. Move. I need to leave. You can finish this place yourself.”
Swallowing, I grab the bottle of wine and rush toward the door, needing to get away as quickly as possible before I make an even bigger mistake that I’ll regret.
As soon as I get outside, I slam my back against the door and grip the bottle of wine, tilting it back.
Veronica is good at reading me. Too good. If I go back now she’s going to take one look at me and know something went down with Jensen.
“Shit, what did I do?” I push away from the door and head toward my car, but I stop once I remember that I’ve had three glasses of wine already. “Crap!”
I change direction and head toward the back of Veronica and Peter’s instead. Hopefully they won’t look for me for a while and I can get my thoughts together and put on a straight face.
It only takes two minutes of me sitting out here to realize I left my students’ papers on the kitchen island and five minutes to realize that I’m screwed. Whether I like it or not I’ll be seeing a lot of Jensen over the next three weeks.
When I drove away from Douglas over the weekend the last thing I thought I’d be doing is letting some jerk I can’t stand, possibly even more than him, go down on me.
I shake my head, before walking over to toss what’s left of the wine into the trash at the side of the house. I need to get those papers back, but I don’t think I can face Jensen right now. Not when my taste is all over his mouth.
I do the only other thing I can.
“I need you to go next door and grab my students’ papers.”
Veronica is sitting on the couch watching Bates Motel when I burst through the door. She looks up with a confused look. “What? What are you talking about? And why is your face so red? Are you okay?”
I run my hands down the front of my dress and exhale.
“Oh honey.” She jumps up from the couch and brushes a loose hair behind my ear. “What happened?”
I shake my head, and she smiles at me. “No need to be ashamed, babe. You’re single now. There’s nothing wrong with a little fun.”
“There is when that fun is with an arrogant asshole. Shit, Veronica. What did I just do?”
I’m sure she’s wondering the same thing.
“Hopefully something that felt good. A new person can be exciting. You deserve a little fun.” She pulls me toward the couch, before sitting down and slapping the cushion beside her. “I want details. Every juicy one.”
“Veronica, no.” I plop down beside her and bury my face in my hands. “The only thing I’m worried about at the moment is how I’m going to get my papers back without facing him. Can you help me or not?”
She opens her mouth to respond, but stops the moment a knock comes from the front door.
“I’m not here!”
“He knows you are!” She shakes her head and stands up when another knock comes. “You better face your new landlord and get those papers back, babe.”
“Veronica,” I whisper yell to her back as she slips away into the kitchen. “You’re the worst.”
I consider saying ‘screw the papers’ and not answer the door, but I swallow my pride and open it to find Jensen leaning against the porch railing with a serious look on his face.
He walks over and hands me the papers as if nothing sexual happened between us less than twenty damn minutes ago. “I’m busy tomorrow night. Meet me at the house Wednesday at six to work. Don’t be late.”
All I can do is stand here speechless as I watch him walk away and light up a smoke. I don’t know who he thinks he is, but there’s no way in hell I’m showing up on Wednesday.
Nope.
Not a chance.
Moments later, his eyes meet mine as he flicks his cigarette across the street before disappearing into the house.
Aggravated, I slam the door shut and grab some clean clothes to take a long, hot shower to wash his asshole mouth off of me. It’s the first and last time it will be on me.
That’s a promise.
MY NERVES HAVE BEEN SHOT all day, and being stuck in this office taking care of the shit my employees slacked on last week isn’t helping my anger any.
I meant to spend the day doing physical labor to the point my body couldn’t take it, not sitting here on my ass where it allows me too much time to think in between catching up.
If I stay here any longer, I’ll blow up and break something. That thing most likely being my fist against the desk.
I glance up at the wall clock and stop pacing. Shit.
“Where’s Ben?” I poke my head out the office door, searching for my manager of Blake Rentals. Kim, the receptionist, looks up from whatever she’s doing at her desk and shrugs, nervously. “As soon as his ass gets back from doing whatever the fuck it is that he shouldn’t be doing, tell him to come to my office.”
Ben Scott is my oldest friend and the biggest pain i
n the fucking ass. He’s the only one brave enough to test me, because when it comes down to it he’s just as big of an asshole as I am. Maybe even a bigger one.
“I think I just heard his motorcycle pull up outside, Sir.” She stands and swallows, looking nervous. “I’ll tell him to hurry. I’ll go right now.”
I nod and slam the door shut.
Minutes later, the door opens to my old friend walking inside and setting his helmet on my desk. “What’s the deal? Kim is freaking the fuck out about me leaving. I had a few errands to run.”
I flex my jaw and watch as he takes a seat across from me with a shit-eating grin on his face. “You can get laid on your own fucking time. There’s shit here to be done and I need to take off. Got it?”
“Calm your balls, Man. I knew what time you needed to take off. Why do you think I’m back? I had plenty left to do.” He stands and reaches for his helmet, before giving my shoulder a squeeze. “Kelly Moore says hi, asshole. I can’t believe you shoved her into Austin’s car instead of taking care of her needs. But I can’t complain. I had fun fucking you out of her system.”
This motherfucker is really pissing me off right now, but I grab my jacket and slip it on before I waste more time here. I can’t be late. “Just get shit caught up here and do your job. I’ll be checking in with Kim in a few hours. I have to go.”
Looking down at the time on my phone, I rush outside to my truck before jumping inside and driving off. I have less than ten minutes to get to a destination that is fourteen minutes away.
I made a promise to never be late, and I’m not about to break that promise just because Ben is a dumb fuck. He’s one screw-up away from getting fired. Oldest friend or not.
Once I pull up outside the school, I jump out of my truck and rush toward the doors. The bell rings the moment I reach it, and a pile of kids rush outside, screaming and laughing.
My eyes search the group of kids, a smile crossing my face when Benny comes into view. He’s busy looking down at his backpack, but smiles and rushes toward me once he notices me in the crowd.
“Jensen!” He gives me a high-five, jumping as high as he can, before he fixes his backpack and waves goodbye to a couple of his friends. “Grams didn’t tell me you were picking me up from school today. Are we doing something fun?”
I nod and place my hand on his shoulder, guiding him through the fence where I’m parked. “Yeah, buddy. That new ice cream place on Kennington opened up today. You down for a sundae before your homework?”
“Heck yeah!” The kid is fast at just eleven years old, beating me to the truck and jumping inside before I can even reach into my pocket for my keys. “I want to be the first one in my class there,” he says once I climb inside. “Go! Go! Go!”
I laugh as he struggles with buckling his seatbelt, missing the buckle two times before actually getting it. “Hang on a minute. We can’t just race through a school zone to get there. You trying to get me in trouble just for some ice cream?”
He chuckles and unzips his backpack to put something inside. “I guess not. I just wanted to beat Wes there. He’s been bragging all day to the whole class about how he’s going to be the first one to get ice cream from Patty’s Dairy and he always gets what he wants. He’s such a big jerk.”
I shove the key into the ignition and turn it. “If I get you there first you have to promise to be good for your Grams all week. No bickering when she asks you to do something, even if it’s cleaning your room. No one likes cleaning their room, but it’s your responsibility to keep it clean. Deal?”
“Yes!” He nods excitedly and zips his backpack. “Deal! I promise.”
Instead of following the school traffic like everyone else, I turn my truck down a sideroad and head toward Patty’s. Since school just let out, there’s only a few cars in the parking lot when we arrive.
“Is he here?”
Benny leans forward to get a look at the cars parked out front of the small building. “Nope! His mom drives a red van. Yes! I can’t believe we beat Wes.” He celebrates his way out the door by doing some dance I’ve never seen, before rushing for the glass door.
I jump out of the truck and jog over to open it for Benny and he quickly runs inside. My heart fills with joy to see the excitement in his eyes when he steps into the little ice cream shop and looks around at all of the different flavors and toppings.
“Whoa! This place has more flavors than I’ve seen in my entire life. This is crazy! Look!” His eyes go big when he takes in the buffet of toppings. “They have everything! They even have brownie pieces.”
“My favorite, little man.” I nod at the counter when the girl greets him. “Tell the lady what flavor you want and then add as many toppings as you’d like. There’s no limit today.”
“As many as I want? For real?”
“That’s what I said. Pile it up, little man.”
It takes him a few minutes to fully top his sundae since there’s so many choices, but we eventually make it to the table, and right as Benny takes his first bite the door opens to an excited little blond kid and his mom stepping inside.
The kid’s face scrunches up with disappointment when he sees Benny holding up his tower of ice cream with a satisfied smile. “Hey, Wes. You’ve gotta try the ice cream here! It’s sooooooo good. Oh, but I took the last of the brownie pieces. I hope you didn’t want any.”
Wes’ face turns red and he turns away without saying a word.
Sorry kid. You can’t always get what you want. I learned that shit a long time ago.
Not even minutes later, the little shop fills up with parents treating their kids to ice cream. There are a few kids I recognize from Benny’s sixth-grade class, but he’s too focused on his desert to pay attention.
I let him enjoy his treat, waiting until he pushes the bowl away before talking. “All right, buddy, so how was school today?”
He shrugs and leans back in the booth. “It was okay, I guess. Nothing exciting happened. My teacher was really grumpy today and didn’t talk much. He’s usually pretty cool.”
“Your teacher is Mr. Davis, right? The guy that always wears slacks and khakis?”
“Yeah. And those dorky brown shoes that we all laugh at.” He snickers before taking another bite of his ice cream. “I’m sooo stuffed. I don’t think I can finish it.”
“I can see why. It was practically topped off with five pounds of candy.” I grab a napkin and toss it to him, laughing at the chocolate mess covering his face. “Clean up and we’ll go to the park while you do your homework.”
“Cool! Can we play basketball when I’m done? Please!”
I stand to collect his garbage. “If you promise to let me win this time.”
“I can’t just let you win, Jensen! You have to earn it, remember?”
“Then no.” I try to suppress a smile when his head jerks in my direction as if he thinks I’m being serious. “Kidding. Let’s go. I’ll drive.”
He laughs and shakes his head, before rushing out the door. This kid is the only thing that makes me happy in life, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that smile never leaves his face.
“Hi there.” I look away from tossing Benny’s trash away to see Wes’ mom eyeing me over. Just like her son, she gives off that ‘I always get what I want’ vibe. She smiles and holds her manicured hand out. “I’m Claire Anderson. And you are?”
“Jensen Blake.” I give her hand a quick shake and nod toward the door. “And I’ve got something important to do. Hope your kid enjoys his ice cream.” I smile big and begin backing up. “Maybe next time there will be some brownies left for him to enjoy. Sorry about that.”
She gives me a shocked expression, as if she’s surprised that I’m not interested in what we both know she really came over here for. I guess it’s never too late for her to learn the same lesson her son did today.
It doesn’t take long for Benny to finish his homework, and afterward, we spend a good hour playing basketball. I do everythin
g I can to make our entire time together about him, but once we make it back to my truck, I can’t help but to ask about douchebag Douglas.
“So…” I start the truck and look his direction as he tilts back some water. “Is your teacher dating another teacher at your school?”
He nods and places the water bottle down beside him. “There’s this teacher across the school that teaches the fourth-graders. I guess she’s his girlfriend. That’s what everyone says at least.”
“Oh yeah?”
He shrugs. “I haven’t seen her in the halls like we usually do. Maybe she’s mad at him because his shoes are ugly.”
We both laugh as I shift my truck into drive. “Maybe she is, little man. No one likes people that wear ugly shoes. Why do you think mine are always so cool?”
“Because you’re the coolest person I know! I want to be like you someday when I grow up.”
I don’t think so kid.
Once we pull up at his Grams’ house, we sit outside for a while and talk. We do this every week, and it’s not something I’m willing to give up, even though my phone has been going off the entire time. Everything else can and will wait.
“…no way!” he screams excitedly at the mention of the adventure park in the next town over. “Can we go there next week? I’ve been waiting for them to get new games and laser tag. Please. Can we?”
“We’ll see what your grades tell me. Got it? You put a hundred percent into your school work at all times and listen to your grams. Always. Can you make me that promise?”
“I can try.”
“Don’t try, Benny. Do. Because you have the power to make it happen. Never forget that.” I grab his head and kiss the top of it. “Your Grams is at the door waiting for you to eat dinner. I’ll see you soon, all right?”
“All right, Jensen. Thanks for today. I had a lot of fun.”
“Me too. I should be thanking you.” I nod toward the house. “Now go eat some vegetables. They’re better for you than ice cream.”
He makes a gagging noise before climbing out of the truck and walking to his Grams. She offers me a smile and a wave and I return the gesture before driving off.
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