Eric poured the wine and handed her a glass before digging into one of the sandwiches. “Why are these sandwiches so amazing?”
“They use bacon horseradish cheddar.”
“Bacon. I knew there was some other flavor here. They’re geniuses.”
“You think anyone who can incorporate bacon into a meal is a genius.”
Eric chuckled. “They are.”
She made a mental note to make him some more bacon-enhanced treats in the next few weeks.
Since he seemed so content, she decided to ask a question that had been nagging at her since she’d spied on him the other morning. “Can I ask you something personal?
Eric stopped mid-chew, then nodded, his brow furrowed. “I think so.”
“Since I confessed to watching you, I was just wondering, how often you, well—”
He smiled a tiny bit before he swallowed his bite of roast beef. “Jerk off?”
She nodded.
Eric shifted so he was sitting directly in front of her. “It depends.”
“You don’t have to tell me.” She fiddled with a cluster of grapes.
“I’m not trying to avoid the question, it just varies. On average? I guess probably once a day.”
That much? She tried not to let her expression change but she guessed she wasn’t doing a very good job of it.
Eric tucked a finger beneath her chin, tilting her head up so she’d look at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just. I mean…”She took a deep breath. “Is it just because you enjoy it or is it because I’m not enough for you?” Her heart beat in her ears as she waited for an answer.
Eric’s jaw went slack as he stared at her then he snorted. “Sweetie, you’re more than enough for me. It has nothing to do with you. Guys jerk off, I jerk off for lots of reasons.”
“Like what?”
“Well, for one, yeah, it feels good. In the morning it’s usually because I woke up horny and if I didn’t I’d have trouble concentrating at work. At night it’s usually because I’m wound up from the day and need the tension release.”
Relief washed over her. It’s not me. “You do it at night too?”
“Sometimes, sure,” he said. “Don’t you ever?”
She could feel her cheeks heat. “Sometimes.”
Eric drew his fingers back and forth across her collarbone. His touch soothed and excited her. “In bed?”
She nodded.
“While I sleep?”
“Sometimes.”
A smile spread across his handsome face. “Me too. Now I feel like less of a perv.”
Jessica giggled. “Why did you feel like a perv?”
“Because sometimes I jerk off while you’re lying next to me and I’m half petrified that you’ll wake up catch me and half hoping the exact same thing. Besides, you look fucking gorgeous while you sleep.”
“You can always wake me, you know.”
His grin widened. “Now I do. Maybe I will.” He leaned in and kissed her, his lips tingly from the spice of the horseradish.
“I love you, Eric.”
“Best husband you’ve ever had, right?”
“Hands down.”
Chapter Four
Eric put the food in the fridge while Jessica headed off to load the washing machine because “three kids’ worth of dirty clothes may not be sexy but it’s not gonna wash itself either.”
Just as he shoved the last bit of the leftovers into the cheese drawer the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” he called.
Heading toward the door he saw the College Pro Landscapers truck in the driveway. Adam Grayson, their lawn guy, stood on the doorstep, scribbling on a clipboard. He looked surprised and a little disappointed to see Eric at the door.
“Oh, hey, Mr. Carlson. Just here for the fall cleanup. Anything special you need me to do?”
Eric shook his head. “Just the usual.”
“You got it,” Adam said, making more notes on his paper. “Just look over the checklist and sign at the bottom. I’ll send the bill next week.”
Eric scanned the sheet of paper. He couldn’t help but notice Adam attempting to scan the inside of the house. Probably wondering where Jess was. Eric had seen him talking to Jess before and it was more than obvious the kid had a crush on her. Not that Eric could blame him.
“On second thought, the bushes along the house need some trimming. Especially the ones in the back. The branches are scraping the windows whenever it’s windy.”
“Sure thing. Just check the box next to pruning.” He pointed and Eric ticked the small square before signing the bottom.
“All set.”
“Thanks. You taking the day off work?”
“I am.”
“You sure picked a good day to do it, probably one of the last warm days we’ll have before fall sets in.”
“Yeah, but I’m spending it inside. Wanted to spend a day with my wife.”
Adam’s eyes shot to his, cheeks turning red high on his cheekbones. “Nice. Hope you enjoy it.”
“Don’t worry. We will. You have a good day too, Adam.”
Eric closed the door and walked straight to the laundry room where Jessica was loading the last of the clothes into the washer.
“Lawn guy?” she asked.
“Yep. Poor kid. Seemed pretty bummed that it was me at the door instead of you.”
Jessica giggled. “Yeah, right.”
Eric came up behind her, placing his hands on her small waist. She arched her back, pressing her ass against his crotch. He sighed as he nuzzled the back of her neck. “Can’t say I blame him. I bet it’s one of the highlights of his week to stop here and talk to you.”
“That’s flattering, but kind of silly. There are a lot of hot MILFs in this town but I don’t think I qualify.”
Eric smoothed his hands over the curve of her hips then ran them around to cup her breasts. Both nipples stiffened beneath his palms. “You can’t be serious. Do you really have no idea how sexy you are?”
He felt her shiver as he nibbled her earlobe, his now hard cock still pressed firmly against her shapely butt. “I’m glad you think I’m sexy. But Hottie McLawn Guy is another matter.”
Hottie? He should have known she’d think that. Adam was a good-looking guy in the shy understated way Eric knew appealed to a lot of women. Adorkable was the word they always used. “So he’s hot, is he?”
“A little thin for my taste, but he’s a cute kid.”
He liked hearing her call him a kid even though Adam had to be at least twenty-two. Kid made him seem nonthreatening. Not competition, just some guy who had the same excellent taste in women. “What do you say we make that kid’s day with a little afternoon show?”
Eric’s heart raced as he waited to hear her response.
Jessica froze against him but he continued his caresses. One hand massaged her breast while the other skimmed her belly down to the tempting space between her legs. He pressed the soft cotton of her dress against her mound, rubbing slowly. Her shoulders moved against his chest and he felt her breath hitch. “What do you mean show?”
He tugged at her earlobe with a soft nip before whispering, “I mean, he’s working the backyard. Right outside that window. If he happened to look in he might see us.”
Jessica exhaled and Eric pressed his hand on her belly, drawing her tighter against his cock as he continued rubbing against her. “We can’t do that,” she whispered, but he noticed she didn’t pull away.
“We can do anything we want. This is our house. And it’s our decadent day, remember?” He reached past her, closed the lid to the washer and pulled the knob to start the machine.
Jess moaned and he pushed her gently against the now vibrating machine. “Eric.”
“Yes?” He returned his mouth to her neck, nibbling his way down to her shoulder.
“What if he’s by the window?”
“Then he’s in for a real treat.” He slipped his hand up her thigh, lifting her dress as he cares
sed her bare skin. Stepping back just enough to allow his hand to slip between them, he eased his fingers along her. Slick hot flesh greeted him. “I think this idea appeals to you a little more than you’re willing to admit.” Jesus. So wet. His balls tingled, growing heavier by the second.
She exhaled sharply as he teased a finger along her swollen slit, pressing her tighter against the washer as it chugged and shook.
“Did I ever tell you about Mrs. Milano?”
“Who?”
“She was the sexiest woman I worked for in my College Pro days.”
Jessica gasped as he slipped one finger inside her, then two, stroking with slow, gentle passes that muddled her thoughts. “I forgot you were a lawn boy.”
“Three summers. And there wasn’t a single day at her house that I didn’t hope I’d see her doing something sexy. If I’d have gotten to watch her fuck on a washing machine I’d have thought I’d died and gone to heaven.”
Arching her neck, she rubbed her head against his chest, then reached behind her and grabbed Eric’s ass, hard. “And you wouldn’t care. If he watched?”
“Watched you come while I make love to you? Hell, no. He knows you’re mine.”
“I am yours. I’m all yours.”
Fingers were no longer good enough. Eric needed to be inside her. He tugged down his shorts. His thick cock sprang free, eagerly seeking any contact with her warm body. Jessica’s ass vibrated from the shaking of the washer as he pressed his length against her. Grasping her hips with both hands, he ground against her then bent his knees, positioning himself at her opening.
“Now, Eric. Please.”
Hearing her pant the request was more than he could stand and with one fluid motion he entered her. Slippery wetness surrounded him. “Jesus, Jess. You’re so hot.”
Laughter shook her. “It’s the washer. It’s a warm wash.”
The metal against his legs still felt cool but the lid of the machine had grown toasty. He didn’t know if it was from the temperature of the water inside or the transfer of heat from her body and he didn’t care. Moving in and out of her, his only thought was of making her come.
“Feels. So. Good.” Her voice, halted and shaky, let him know how close she was.
He moved slower, easing in and out of her, grinding her against the washer on every inward thrust. “Breathe.”
He felt her draw a deep breath. As she exhaled he swiveled against her more precisely. Pride welled inside him as he felt her orgasm take hold. Her inner muscles clenched around his erection. He slid his hand between them to grasp the base of his cock and keep himself from coming. Not yet. He wasn’t done yet.
Jessica lay panting, bent over the washer. Eric slowly withdrew. Slipping his arm around her, he turned her then lifted her onto the machine.
His mouth found hers. Sweet from the cupcakes, salty from sweat. Easily the best thing he’d tasted all day. Jessica lazily sucked on his lower lip, making him all the more aware that he’d yet to come. His cock twitched against her thigh. “You up for another round?”
She nodded and he tugged her to the edge of the machine. Her legs wrapped around him as he tilted her hips and slid inside her again.
Groaning, her head rolled back, baring her lovely neck. He nipped his way from her collarbone to her ear, breathing in her sweet, dense aroma. The sound of a weed whacker roaring into action startled both of them. Jessica tensed, gaze darting toward the nearby window.
Eric’s heart pounded so hard he wondered if it was visible.
“What if he goes by the window?” she whispered, as if someone other than him could hear.
“Then he’ll have a clearer view of heaven.” He kissed her, hard, willing her with his lips, his mind, his slow and steady movement in and out of her. All he wanted was to keep going. Her hesitation was evident. Stay with me. Please. His tongue worked hers in deep circles.
Warm fingers slid across his back to the base of his neck as she tightened her legs around him.
That’s it. He moved his hips with more determination, his hands drawing her flush against him with each thrust. As if it were on his side, the washing machine hit the spin cycle, sending the machine and them into a frenzied vibration.
Senses overloaded, Eric tried to concentrate. Jessica. His lips slid down to her chest and he took one taut nipple in his mouth, sucking rhythmically then flicking his tongue until he felt her start to contract around his cock.
The whir of machinery filled the air but all Eric could hear was Jessica panting, his heart pounding. He couldn’t recall a time his cock had felt harder. Every inch tight. Full. The rattling hum of the washer tingled through his balls as they drew up firm against his body.
Jessica’s fingers clasped his shoulders, digging into his flesh as she cried out, stilling for one second before pulsating all around him. Her muscles clenched and released around his erection as her heels pressed into his ass.
His only thought was of coming. Stroking faster, he braced himself, passing the point of no return. He no longer cared who could be watching or what they might see, all he wanted was release.
“Come on me.” Jessica’s voice surprised him.
“What?”
“I want to see you come.” Her eyes were dark and lusty, her chest still heaving from her own orgasm, her lips irresistibly puffy from kissing. She could have asked him to eat glass at that moment and he’d have agreed.
Without further thought, he pulled out, hand instinctively wrapping around his swollen shaft. The sight of her staring at him only increased his urgency. So wanton. So focused. As if she was mesmerized. Three quick pumps into his fist was all it took. The first burst rocketed out of him, shooting straight to her breast. Pleasure tore through him, intense enough his knees shook. Thick ribbons of cum streaked across her belly.
For a second he thought he might actually pass out. The washer chugged to a halt beneath Jess, quieting the room while the weed whacker continued to whir outside the window. Feeling a sudden need for privacy, Eric grabbed a folded towel off the dryer. He wrapped it around Jess then yanked his shorts back up. “Hang on, Mrs. Carlson.” He hoisted her up, her legs snug around him.
Thankful the family room was so close by, he collapsed with Jess on the wide sofa.
“I can’t believe we just did that.” Jessica’s eyes were still wide.
He scanned her face. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “Better than okay. That was amazing.”
Thank God. He kissed her, soft and slow, feeling her relax alongside him. She hitched a leg over his hip. “You sure know how to celebrate.”
Chapter Five
The sensation of Jessica’s nails lightly scratching his scalp had nearly lulled Eric into the second nap of the day when the phone rang. “Let it ring,” he groaned, not wanting to move off the sofa.
Jessica stirred alongside him then crawled over him. “I have to get it. Could be the school. Or my mom.”
He knew she had a valid point, but he didn’t want anything interfering with the blissful day they were having. Can’t real life give us just a few more hours off?
“Hang on, Bill, he’s right here.”
Bill? Shit. Bill wouldn’t call unless there was a crisis. What now? “Hey.”
“Hey, Eric, look I’m sorry about calling but we’ve got a problem.”
Eric sat up, not sure he wanted to hear what it was. “What’s going on?”
“The delivery truck finally showed up, two hours late, and they’ve got the entire order wrong.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Eric stood and paced across the room. Tension already knotted his neck.
“I wish I was. I’ve been arguing with them for a half hour. Showed them the purchase order and everything. They say it doesn’t match the sheet they have and they won’t switch it unless their boss tells them to. And Sam won’t deal with anyone but you.”
“Sam and I already went over this on Monday. He knew I’d be out of the office Friday.” Fuck. I specifically
planned all of this out so there’d be no problem today.
“I know. Sorry, man. Can you come by to straighten this out? Otherwise we won’t get the shipment for at least another week.”
“I’ll be there. Give me twenty minutes. And tell them they better not fucking leave before I get there.”
Eric hung up. Jessica came toward him and ran her hand up his arm “You okay?”
“Yeah. They got the damned order wrong. I’m sorry, I need to take off for a little while and fix this. It shouldn’t take long.” He wrapped his arms around her, trying to calculate how fast he could be back.
“It’s okay. I actually have class in an hour, so it works out fine. I’ll meet you back home when we’re both done.”
Wait, what? “You’re going to class?”
Nodding, she stepped away, avoiding his eyes. “Yeah. It’s the last one, actually. I shouldn’t miss it. We’ll probably be back at around the same time.”
Eric couldn’t wrap his head around what she was saying. Would she have gone even if I hadn’t gotten called to work? He’d thought they were having such a perfect day together. He’d hoped she’d be waiting for him when he got home from this stupid work bullshit. Instead she was heading off to her mysterious “class”. Hell, she seemed relieved that she wouldn’t have to skip it. What the fuck does that mean?
Jessica leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss. “I better go take a quick shower and get dressed.”
“Right.” Sure, because everyone showers before going to exercise.
Jessica must have sensed his thoughts because she threw him a smile. “Someone made me kinda sticky on the washing machine.”
Eric tried to return the smile but he doubted it worked. He was too aggravated. “Yeah, I better put on some real clothes myself.”
Following her up the stairs, he couldn’t shake the fact that she still seemed to be keeping something from him. “What time do you think you’ll be home?”
She paused before answering, distracting him a second when she pulled her dress off over her head. He’d never been able to concentrate on anything when she was naked and now was no exception. “Probably four-ish. The boys have Scouts so they don’t need to be picked up until dinnertime.”
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