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Natalie
Abright beam of sunlight stirs my slumber and I gently open my eyes. There’s my city’s skyline, glowing against the mid-morning sun.
Fuck, I feel fantastic.I really love the view, but I know there’s something else making me feel like a Soho Disney princess.
That guy was a dynamo. Like, toe-curling good. You never know if they’ll live up to their reputations, but I promise to leave a five-star review when it’s deserved. And it’s very much so in this case.
Plus, after a year or more bound up over my shitty ex, I needed this. No, Ideservedthis. Fuck you, Blake Western, I’m in a goddamn fantastic mood!
Where is my knight in shining armor?
I lay still and listen for any snores or gentle movement. Hmmm. Is he gone? I turn over in bed, the linen sheets moving to cover my nakedness. I know, linen. These sheets cost a fortune, but it’s worth it for the breathability.
I look at the blank canvas of bundled sheets beside me. Ah, he’s gone.
“Well!” I shrug, turning on my back to enjoy a deep morning stretch. “Players gonna play.” It’s not like I wanted to keep him anyway.
“Catch and release,” I say to myself as I roll over out of bed.
I stand up to continue my stretch, and let the sunlight bound off my naked breasts. I don’t remember drawing the curtains at all last night, which explains the streaming sunbeams today.
I’m pretty high up, but if the building across the way was nosy enough, we probably gave them quite the show.
Humming to myself, I head for a shower.Oof, the ass marks on the glass send goosebumps rippling across my skin as that familiar tingle radiates through my body. God, he really was good. I must have needed it thatbadlyif I can’t control myself like this.
I turn the water on hot. That was a lot of fun, but I can’t let myself get distracted by some delicious dick. I’ve only just separated from one prick, I can’t jump into another. I’ve got way too much on my plate as it is.
Still. He wassomething.
I take pleasure in letting my hands roam over my body with the soap, pretending for a moment that I’m back in his embrace. I raise my hands above my head and give glory to all the ladies before me who taught that man how to fuck a woman.
That could explain the issue with shithead Blake. He didn’t start sleeping with women until we were married.No, Natalie.I tell myself sharply.No more Blake. This is your life now.
Instead, I pull my hair up and off my neck to keep it dry so the spray can run down my back. I mentally float back to the feel of Roger’s hands on me... Down my neck, my shoulders, my arms and ass. Lower and lower.
If I’m not careful, I’ll never get to work today. I could sit here and get off to that night for quite some time. Maybe it’s pathetic, but who cares.Not I,I think as I send my fingers south for a moment.
When I’ve had my fill reliving the fantasy, I shut off the water and towel off. I don’t think there’s enough time for a full restyle, so I made sure not to get my hair wet in the shower.
After drying off and moisturizing, I head to the walk-in closet to dress, wondering against my better judgement if Roger would like what I’m wearing. He’ll probably like it bestoffmy body, but I’ve always believed in leaving something to the imagination.
I decide on a classic. Silk blouse, stockings and a skintight pencil skirt. I thank my mother every day for good skin. I usually just go with a lip, mascara and maybe a swipe of eyeliner.
Skipping a little, I cross my way to the dresser to grab my phone and I stop in my tracks. Holy fuck, I’m popular, but I’m not this popular. My phone is blowing up with all kinds of texts and missed calls.What the fuck is going on here?
I’m frantically throwing on heels and grabbing my purse as I start scrolling through them. My morning joy is starting to fade quickly as I take in the number of calls and emails and texts. It’s dizzying.
Making my way to the door, I grab my keys and throw it open only to find… a case. It’s a whole case of the cabernet we shared last night waiting on the threshold.
I’ll be damned.
Who would’ve thought the playboy could pull off such a romantic gesture? Gotta hand it to the Casanova. That was thoughtful as all hell. I drag it just inside the door and put my hand on my hips to marvel at it, athim.
Huh, it makes a nice change to have a guy be so thoughtful. I’ll have to send him a note. Maybe a fruit basket with all things phallic.A little something to remember me by.
I grab the elevator, still thinking about that little gesture. I do a quick scan in the reflective glass to see if there’s any hint of him on my neck, but no. He really is a pro.
I wave to the doorman, Greg; he’s a doll and loves to gossip about the comings and goings of the complex. If I wasn’t still under the threat of the tabloids, I’d have quite the story for him.
