Page 52 of Physical Therapy

TWENTY-THREE

Boe

Edith sighs as I run my palms over her shoulders, gently massaging out the knots. “You’re so damn tense. Why?”

“It doesn’t matter.” She leans into my touch. “I’m fine now.”

“I can see that,” I deadpan. “But you weren’t before.” My thumbs work circles on the inside of her shoulder blades. “Tell me what upset you.”

Her chest expands with a long, deep breath. “I had a conversation with Mom, in the kitchen before we ate.”

“I know.”

She twists where she sits on the side of the bed and eyes me. “Really?”

I smile. “Do you honestly think I care that much about goddamn art? I kept Sue busy for you two.”

“Boe.” Edith turns, settling knee to knee with me. “You surprise me.”

“I try.”

Her hands cradle my face, the look in her eye nothing short of admiration. It’s the finest accolade I’ve ever earned.

“Tell me what she could have said that got under your skin,” I demand. “If you’ve got issues to deal with, then we share them. Got it?”

Water beads in her eyes. She smiles softly before her lips part to take in much-needed oxygen. “I always thought my mother was born with a damn silver spoon in her mouth.” She settles, hands roving my chest and stomach as she talks. “Always so proper, never slipping up in the slightest.”

“She’s human like you,” I remind her.

Edith nods. “I see that now.” A short laugh escapes her. “My parents wed in secret.”

“Wow.”

“Right?” She climbs on my lap, linking her ankles behind me.

I grip her waist, contemplating whether it would be deemed inappropriate to slip inside her right now, or not. We’re both naked after all…. “Is that really so upsetting?”

“I guess not.” Her hips twitch ever so slightly.

Once more and I’m going for it—to hell with manners. “She’s quite a lovely lady, you know?”

“This is my mother you’re talking about?”

“The very one.” I shift Edith so that her pussy blankets my hard cock. “I had a good chat to her myself when Sue popped outside to smoke.”

“Really?”

“Yuh-huh.” My palms find her ass. “We discussed a few things, one of which we agreed on emphatically.”

“I really don’t know how I feel about you discussing my mother with me during foreplay,” Edith says with a laugh.

“We can stop.” Although I’d rather we didn’t.

She shakes her head; dark locks falling over her shoulders to highlight her breasts. “Only after you’ve told me one thing.”

“What would that be?”

“What on earth you and my mother could ever agree on.”

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