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Happy Hour had dragged into Happy Hours. Lexie only had one more drink, following the rules of the contract to the letter. But she had finally given in and had her second drink after she realized they were - as usual - going to be there a lot longer than they’d planned. She didn’t know why she always thought that this time they weren’t going to do that; she should really just plan ahead that girl time was going to run long.
Knocking on Patrick’s door, she tried not to feel guilty for being so much later than she’d planned. She’d texted him, of course, to let him know, and they’d spent the last two nights together, but she was still shifting restlessly. Although, that might be because of the plug still in her butt. She didn’t even have the panties to help hold it in. The past two days she’d taken them off in the car so he couldn’t punish her for having them on before she had a chance to take them off. She didn’t know what she was going to do when it got way too cold for skirts without stockings. Her legs were already a little cold even though she’d gotten inside as quickly as she could.
Not that she minded the spankings, since she knew he wouldn’t actually be upset with her for breaking that particular rule, but she’d gotten a lot of amusement out of his disappointment when he’d checked and found her uncovered. Followed quickly by a lot of enjoyment as he’d taken advantage of her bared state. Even if they hadn’t had sex yet, she was having more orgasms than she’d ever had with any other boyfriend. Patrick literally couldn’t keep his hands off of her. Or his mouth, for that matter.
She really was kind of greedy, when she thought about it.
She was also feeling high on happiness and love, after time with the girls. Yeah, the reality of this new relationship, and possibly the last relationship she’d ever have in her life, was kind of huge and overwhelming when she thought of the whole picture, but it was also really fulfilling. Exciting. Joyful.
The door opened, and she beamed up at him as he smiled down at her.
“I know I need to get you a key,” he said, as he leaned down to kiss her. “But I have to admit I really love opening my door and seeing you standing there.”
There was no chance to respond before his lips were on hers, but that didn’t matter. He actually hadn’t mentioned getting her a key before, and her heart did little tripping leaps and twirls that he was already thinking that. He really did want her to move in, didn’t he? Not that she was going to. Lexie was taking a page from Angel’s book with that one... she was happy to spend her nights here and probably move some of her stuff over, but she was keeping her own place. At least for a little bit. Adam had dealt with it, and so could Patrick. As much as she loved him and wanted to jump into the relationship wholeheartedly, holding on to her own place seemed like something she needed to do. A small part of control over her own life that she needed to hold on to, just for now. Especially since Patrick’s condo was... Patrick’s. He’d had it for years, and she didn’t know how he would feel about her stuff invading it.
Honestly, if they moved in together, she’d rather they pick out a place together that was theirs. Not just her moving into his space. With Adam and Angel, it was more understandable because Adam already had a house. A really awesome house. She didn’t know if Patrick planned to live in a condo for the rest of his life, but she really didn’t see where in it there was room for her stuff. It felt like his place.
So she was going to keep her place, for a little while at least. She’d probably get him a key to it too, even though she knew he hated her mattress.
Leaning into the kiss, she still couldn’t believe this was actually her life now. Coming to Patrick’s every night. Kissing Patrick. Sleeping in Patrick’s bed. Patrick’s hands coming down to grope her ass...
Yeah. This was the good life.
Lifting his head, he smiled down at her, and then they both jumped a bit as one of the other doors in the hall started to open. Swiftly, he pulled her out of the doorway and into his condo, so his neighbors couldn’t see him groping her. Lexie giggled helplessly as she ended up pinned between his hard body and the wall. No complaints about that.
“Did you have fun at happy hour?”
“Yes,” she said, going up on tiptoes for another soft kiss. He smelled good. Freshly showered.
Their lips parted by just an inch, his hovering over hers in between kisses.
“Did you drink more than two drinks?”
“No.”
Kiss.
“Did you wait an hour after drinking the second one before driving?”
“Yes.”
Kiss.
“Pixie, Pixie... how am I supposed to punish you if you’re always being good?” He murmured.
Kiss.
“I’m sure you’ll make up a reason.”
Dropping her purse to the floor she wound her arms around his neck, and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Unfortunately, there were two things she didn’t consider when doing so. The first was that she didn’t have any panties on. The second thing was she’d somehow managed to forget about the plug.
It made a thumping sound as it hit the floor.
Even with his hands on her ass, holding her against him, Patrick burst out laughing as red flames seemed to explode in her cheeks. She couldn’t believe that had just happened. When she’d jumped, her legs had spread and so had her ass cheeks, and she hadn’t been concentrating on keeping it inside of her and the slender thing had just slipped out.
“Oh my god...” she mumbled, completely mortified, as she pressed her forehead against his shoulder. He was practically vibrating with laughter, although she could tell he was trying not to laugh too hard, for her sake. The slick emptiness of her rear channel clenched, a little too late. “I think that is the most unsexy thing that’s ever happened to me.”
