Page 82 of Make It Without You

I damn near choke on my tongue. “Is that so?”

“You’re picturing it, aren’t you?” She asks teasingly. “Me using my vibrator on myself after one of our many makeout sessions before we crossed the line. My body climbing higher and higher to release until I remember the way you teased me and I fall over the edge.” Her voice has taken on a huskier tone and it makes me want to climb through the phone and use that bloody device on her.

My silence over my loss of words must be entertaining. But it’s only because the blood has rushed to my cock.

“God, I love breaking you,” Emily taunts over the phone with a laugh.

Dylan rushing outside is like a bucket of cold water on my body. It’s a welcome reprieve but this phone call was getting somewhere good.

“Hey, Dad?”

I hear Emily’s laugh as I pull the phone away from my ear, “Yeah, buddy?”

“Can I sleep over at Jackson’s house tonight?”

My son is a mastermind. “Let me call Sandra and make sure it’s alright with her.”

“Okay,” and then he’s off back inside the house as fast as he came outside.

“You heard all of that, didn’t you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Goodbye, Adam,” Emily sing-songs before hanging up the phone.

With the helpof the younger employees, they convinced me that ‘theme nights’ would draw in a crowd during the weeknight. I was skeptical at first. But these ‘theme nights’ have been running smoothly for the last few weeks.

As it’s a Wednesday, it’s Wine Down Wednesday with the women drinking at a discount. We have the menu catered to complement the wines on our menu so nothing goes to waste.

Jenny: Dylan sprinted out of my car when I pulled up to Sandra’s house.

Me: Of course, he did. Thank you, Jenny.

Jenny: Anytime. See you later.

The night goes by with groups of women just getting off work, a 21st birthday party, and a last minute bachelorette party. I help Matt out behind the bar when he needs it and converse with a few men who braved the theme night. Or dare I say strategic on their part?

When the night slows down I retreat down to my office to check my email and see what slots need to be filled in terms of entertainment, food, booze, and apparel. I see an email from the head of the city in regards to a block party during the Fourth of July weekend. It looks as if all of the restaurants on the street, along with vendors, will be in attendance. Half of the proceeds made from the weekend will be donated to shelters in the area, with food deliveries for the rest of the year.

My office phone rings and the time shows that an hour has passed. I let them know to clean up and that I’ll be up in a bit to lock up.

Me: Sober up, sunshine.

Emily: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Me: So if I were to drive over to your place you’d be sober enough?

Emily: As a skunk.

Me: Drink some water.

I shut down the computer and head up the narrow staircase. The kitchen is cleaned up from the day and I wander out of the closed kitchen and to the bar. I hear keys jingling to my left and see everyone waiting for me.

“It’s about time old man,” Matt whines.

“Watch it.”

Together we leave and I lock up and we make sure the girls get in their cars before we’re both heading opposite ways. I peel out of the parking lot and head to Emily’s. I’m never one for speeding. But when I get a chance, I’ll break all the rules for her.

I pull into a parking spot right next to her little SUV. Taking my keys, I jog up the single flight of stairs and knock on her door.It opens five seconds later and I bulldoze my way inside. Taking her face between my hands, our lips crash in synchronous harmony. The door closes behind me and I push her up against the wall.

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