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Tatum
Sharing is caring! Gotta run, my client is waiting on me. See you bright and early tomorrow.
I’m sitting here staring at my quickly cooling food, wondering what this woman does for work, havingclients this late at night. But I’ll be figuring that out while living under the same roof. That thought alone has my pussy practically vibrating with anticipation. Under no circumstances can I be thinking like this about Tatum, but honestly, she’s the one who started the flirty text, so I shouldn’t feel that bad about it, right? I’m not even sure if the job is mine yet. What if she ends up hating me when I move in, or I can’t take care of her child the way she wants me to?
There are so many what-ifs that swirl in my mind as I’m getting undressed and turning the knob on the shower, letting it warm up, then stepping in and relaxing under the water. Before I know it, I’m climbing into my bed and dozing off, hoping I get to dream of my soon-to-be boss.
Pulling into Tatum’s driveway—and hopefully my new driveway for the foreseeable future—I can barely contain my excitement. I’m grabbing my oversized lime green cup, while slinging my purseacross my chest, and up the steps to the cute pink door that is so Tatum, knocking on it.
When she opens the door, I’m greeted with a smiling Josie on her Mama’s hip.
I grab Josie’s tiny hand and coo, “Hi, Josie girl, it’s so nice to finally meet the gal of the house.”
She gives me the sweetest giggle, and my gaze is on Tatum now—well, my eyes immediately land on her chest.
Fuck, I’m no better than a man…
She’s in that same black tube top she was wearing last night in the picture she sent me, and her tits look like they’re ready to explode. Even more than in the picture I still shamelessly have on my phone. The deep blue veins running through the swollen swells of her breasts have me practically gasping for air. But she almost looks in pain, so I ask, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, totally fine. I need to feed her, though. We just woke up…” Tatum shyly responds while looking down at her feet. She looks ungodly beautiful to have just rolled out of bed. I would’ve sent her running for the hills if she had seen me this morning fresh from the sheets.
I’m pulled out of my daydream by the loudsmacks of Josie hitting the top of Tatum’s boob, babbling, “Bo, bo, bo.”
“That’s my cue,” Tatum jokes. “Come on in. I’m going to feed her real quick.”
She sits down in the reclining chair, which appears to have been made for her, with nursing in mind. I take up the couch on the opposite side of the spacious living room. Even trying my hardest not to watch her like a fucking pig, what do I do right as I get settled in? Direct my attention right to where she’s nursing Josie.
I’ve been around feeding moms more times than I can count, with being a speech pathologist, and not one of those times has anything ever come of it.
But as my eyes lock on Tatum’s, I see the glee in them when she realizes what’s happening and the internal battle I’m so clearly fighting. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring more of your things. Is that an overnight bag?”
“I didn’t want to assume Josie would like me… It’s more of a…weekend bag?”
“I knew she would within the first minute of talking to you yesterday.” Tatum smirks at me and gives me a panty-melting wink.
And what does my whore body do? React by biting my lip.
I’m quick to hide it with a smile, but I can’t deny the pull that Tatum has on me.
Am I worried about moving in and being able to refrain from touching her, or carrying on whatever you want to call this?
Hell yes.
Is it going to stop me from what very well could be my dream job?
Nope—not one bit.
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ENGORGED AND EXPOSED
TATUM
I’ll say that for someone who’s paid to shake ass on camera, moving my tube top down to free my boob to feed Josie in front of Lylah has awakened nerves that I didn’t know I still possessed.
At thirty-eight years old, I’ve found my confidence wholeheartedly. So why do I feel so overly exposed right now?
She’s younger—and I desperately need her to be a good fit for this job—so I cannot be making eyes at her the way I am, but I can’t help that her entire aura excites me. I’m ninety percent sure she was flirting with me through text last night, too.
