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My core throbs as an orgasm rips through me and my toes curl.
"Fuck," Brady grunts as his body stiffens behind me. Seconds later, he releases into me with a final thrust.
I try catching my breath as Brady tugs my leggings up my thighs.
"Your phone," he points to my purse. It's still ringing.
I'm lightheaded as I keep a hand on the desk to steady myself. When the woozy feeling passes, I reach for my purse.
"It's Steve," I hold up my phone to show Brady, who's zipping up his pants.
"Hey," I say into the phone.
"Brianna's having a meltdown because I didn't order her the right food," Steve's panicked voice screams into my ear.
"Where are you?" I ask.
"Bruce's."
"Did you get her a hamburger?"
"I got her a cheeseburger." He sounds stressed as Brianna's cries echo in the background.
"She doesn't like cheese on her burgers," I tell him. "Tell her you'll get her one without it. She should calm down."
"I'm going to get you a new one," Steve says to Brianna. "One without cheese."
The cries quiet as Steve exhales heavily. "I didn't realize..."
"It's OK," I assure him. "She's picky about her food. When the burger arrives, cut it into bite-sized pieces. She likes to eat it with a fork. And if you really want to score points with her, get her chocolate milk."
"I don't know my daughter," Steve mumbles. "I don't know my daughter."
"You do," I reinforce as Brady's arm snakes around my waist. I lean back into him as Steve orders Brianna a different burger. "You do, Steve. You can do this."
"I can," he repeats. "She's only three. She's only three."
"You're doing great," I say as Brady kisses the top of my head.
"I'll let you go, Iz," Steve clicks his tongue.
"Call me if you need anything else," I roll my head back and forth on my shoulders.
"Everything OK?" Brady asks.
I toss my phone onto his desk and twist to face him. "Yeah."
"Are you OK?"
"I'm fine," I raise my eyebrows at him. "Everything is going to be fine."
Chapter 27
I hang the final ornament on the Christmas tree as Mom scatters tinsel amongst the leafy branches. We've been working silently beside one another for the last hour. It hasn't been uncomfortable, but I can feel the awkward tension in the room.
We both stand back and look at our hard work.
"I love it," Mom claps her hands together. "It looks great."
