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Kaitlyn: Payton and I are coming for dinner tonight. Will you still be working?
Maize: Yeah, one of my cooks called in sick so I'm pulling a double.
Kaitlyn: Oh, that sucks. I'm sorry. What's on the menu?
Maize: I had a feeling you were gonna ask.
I smirk because she knows me too well.
Maize: Buttermilk fried chicken, homemade mac 'n cheese, and banana pudding.
Kaitlyn: Oh my God, I'm already drooling.
Maize: Save it for your man.
Kaitlyn: Ha! Joke’s on you, I don't have one.
Maize: Mm-hmm. Pretty disappointed I never got a sex update, by the way.
We've been at the B&B plenty since then, but it wasn't something I could talk about with Payton around. Plus, we’re so busy with work and finalizing paperwork for the horse rescue, that I don't always remember to text back.
Kaitlyn: That's because I was in a sex coma. Got a negative test, though. So we'll be trying again in a week or two.
Maize: Sorry it was negative, but I'm sure all the banging will cheer you up. I just know that man knows how to fuck.
Jesus Christ, she's going to put the dirty thoughts of him back in my head for the rest of the day.
Kaitlyn: The man definitely does...
Maize: How many times did you guys do it?
Kaitlyn: Like two or three times a day for a week.
Maize: It's not unheard of to take a few months, sometimes more. I know you want this badly, but be patient, and hell, enjoy the amazing sex.
Oh don't worry, I am.
CHAPTER TEN
PAYTON
TEN DAYS LATER
Just as I wake up, I roll over and spread my hand across the cold spot on the bed next to me. It’s been too long since another body has warmed it. Kaitlyn comes to mind, and my cock begs to be stroked. Wanting to save my sperm for her, I push the thoughts away and wait for my boner to disappear.
When I finally get up, I go straight to the bathroom and then head to the kitchen. Kaitlyn’s got a bag of whole coffee beans and the grinder on the counter. She’s fiddling with it, still dressed in a thin T-shirt and bright white panties. I purposely make a noise so I don’t startle her, and she turns to face me as I enter the kitchen. It’s been nearly a month since Kaitlyn moved in, and I can hardly imagine her not living here forever.
Her eyes land on the chubby in my joggers, and her plump lips turn up into a smirk. That’s when I notice her nipples poking through the slinky fabric like pebbles.
“Well good mornin’,” she taunts, placing a hand on her hip. I keep my inappropriate thoughts to myself and silently repeat the rules.
“Mornin’. You need some help?”
Kaitlyn bites on her bottom lip. “Yeah, but let’s start with this coffee bean grinder. How the hell do you turn it on?”
Just a few short steps and I’m pressing down on the reservoir of beans, which makes the blade spin.
“I see,” she says, moving forward to finish the job. She pulls the top off and looks at the fresh grounds. “Oh my God, it smells so good.”
