“Yes, sweetie pie. People seem to not be capable of following simple orders.”
“Tell me about it,” I answered, reading an email from one of our accounts that refused to listen to our advice even though she was paying us for said advice.
Easton and I worked while we waited for the food. The silence was comfortable, both of us tapping away on our phones. When the doorbell rang, I had gotten more done than I’d expected.
Bradford would get annoyed if I worked too much around him. Even though I explained that if he let me work uninterrupted, I’d get what I needed done faster, giving me more time to be with him. He’d never understood that. Easton, on the other hand, seemed to understand without having to explain it to him.
We ate Chinese food on my couch as we talked about work and the pet peeves of our current clients. I dropped a noodle on my chest. Easton stopped me from picking it up and popping it into my mouth; instead, he slurped it into his. His tongue licked where the noodle had landed, ensuring all the sauce was cleaned off from my now blushing skin.
The food was forgotten as we made out on the couch before going for round two, and then round three in the kitchen, with round four and five being in the shower and back in my bed.
The full circle of sex.
“Do you need anything before I leave?” Easton asked, bending over to put on his slutty sweatpants.
I bit my bottom lip instead of leaning over and taking a bite out of his delectable ass.
“Feeling back in my legs,” I joked again.
Was it really only this morning that I’d made that joke?
He leaned over, kissed the tip of my nose, and froze when he pulled back. He cleared his throat like he was uncomfortable with his action.
“I have meetings all day tomorrow.”
“Easton, it’s fine. I understand we won’t be seeing each other every day. I’m a big girl with her own thriving company. I’ll text you, or you’ll text me when we’re ready to go for the next round.”
Easton watched me carefully, making sure my words were exactly what they seemed to be and not some declaration of love.
“All right, I’ll talk to you later,” he answered hesitantly.
I didn’t walk him to the door. He knew where it was, being that he had me plastered against it, devouring my mouth at some point that day. My body was fully satisfied, and honestly, I didn’t trust my limbs to keep me upright.
My door opened and I smiled.
“Couldn’t stay away, could you? I don’t know if I have the strength to go again, and I’m pretty sure you should be severely dehydrated, but I’m willing to try if you are.”
Jules walked into my room with an eyebrow quirked, surveying my sprawled-out body. Luckly, I was snuggled under the comforter Easton had tucked me into before he left.
“You have some explaining to do, young lady.” Jules walked into my bathroom, coming out and throwing my PJs at me. “Get dressed, hussy. I want all the details.”
Shit, Easton and I didn’t talk about telling people about our arrangement.
Jules left me to get dressed, and I grabbed my phone, texting Easton.
I smiled as I pulled my PJs on, feeling settled now that Easton knew that Jules knew. My phone buzzed with another text from Easton.
“Stop sexting and get your ass out here!” Jules yelled from the living room.
I shot Easton a winky face emoji before going to face my best friend.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t slutty mcslutty pants,” Jules said, handing me a bottle of water when I finally made my way into the living room. She pretended to wipe a tear from her eye. “They grow up so fast.”
I kicked her before collapsing on the couch next to her. Having an all-day sex-a-thon was hard work.
“So,” I started. “Easton and I have come up with a rebound arrangement. No feelings, just sex,” I told her after downing half my water.
“Are you okay with this arrangement?” Jules asked with all sincerity.