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The taco sauce is stained across my clothes. Great, how on earth will this come out?
“You know, if Eric were here, that would’ve been interpreted differently.”
My shoulders begin to rise and fall, unable to control my laughter. “I remember this one time. He told me there are actual squirting competitions. Ava and I were mortified. Luna was just like… yeah, I’ve heard about this.”
“Please don’t with my sister.”
“I’m just saying. She appeared to be educated.”
Andy purses his lips. “And we’ll leave it at that. Now, if you were to mention anyone else who isn’t related to me squirting, that’s a conversation right there.”
“You’re such a guy,” I tease.
“Why? Because I’m willing to have an open discussion about women who squirt.”
I place my taco down. “Fine, have you ever seen a woman do it?”
“Maybe, kinda, I don’t know.”
“What kind of an answer is that?”
“The kind of answer you give to someone in a mood because she’s possibly ruined a good shirt and skirt,” he deadpans, gazing at my shirt.
“That’s not an answer,” I tell him. “Are you into it?”
Andy cringes. “Jessa. I’m a guy. I’m into everything.”
“Hmm, I didn’t think that was true, that all guys were into everything. At least, certain English men aren’t. Quite possibly explains our marriage turning stale,” I blurt out, only realizing just who I said those words to.
My eyes lift to meet Andy’s as his prolonged stare causes the pound inside my chest to beat louder. The blue orbs are like staring into a calm ocean, the serenity washing over and filling me with a sense of calm. As the beat of my heart begins to slow down, Andy slowly inches forward.
“If you were mine, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you…” His fingers inch closer to my shirt as my stomach flutters with a warm rush. “I think we should take these off and have them cleaned immediately.”
His fingers move of their own accord, unfastening each button at a slow and agonizing pace. Finally, when my chest is exposed, he removes my shirt and requests I stand up. I do so, watching him unzip my skirt for it to fall to the ground.
The desire to have him is too great, my body betraying me as I grow wet from just the sheer act of him stripping me down. With his expression still, he walks toward the bedroom then returns a moment later with his favorite oversized Dodgers t-shirt.
He spreads the shirt, placing it over my head as I put my arms in. The shirt falls mid-thigh, an interesting look with my boots.
“Um, so…” I try to catch my breath, willing to clear the dirty thoughts consuming me. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll call housekeeping to come collect this to be washed and dry-cleaned straight away.” He grabs my shirt and skirt, then leans over to whisper. “No rules were broken. Just so you know.”
As he walks away, I let out the breath I’d been holding in.
No rules have been broken yet.
But the night is still young.
Fourteen
Andy
Housekeeping came to the door and took the garments from my hands, promising to return them as soon as possible.
As the door closes, I intake a breath, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment.
Fuck, how am I supposed to walk back inside the room and pretend her body isn’t the forbidden piece of fruit I desperately want to taste? When I removed her shirt, the swell of her tits teased me as did her nipples hidden behind the white lace bra.
