Page 22 of Imperfections Forbidden
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to put some clothes on.I can’t walk around in a bathrobe all day.”
“Yes, you can.You can do anything you want to.Besides, I’d prefer you keep it on.”
“You’re not walking around in a bathrobe, and didn’t you tell me last night you wanted to take me out again?”
“I did,” I say slowly.“But I changed my mind.I would rather spend the entire day having beautiful you all to myself on a lazy Sunday afternoon.I don’t feel like sharing you with the rest of the world.”
“I don’t know…what will we do all day by ourselves?Do you have any ideas?”
I walk over to the table where she’s standing.“Are you kidding me?”She screams when I bend down and throw her over my shoulder and slap her on the ass.
“Nick, put me down, all the blood is going to rush to my head and give me a headache, what good will I be to you then!”
She has a good point, but I can fix that.“Don’t worry about it.I have some feel-good medicine to take that headache away.”
“I’m not sure it’s strong enough for this massive headache I’m about to get.”
“Trust me, it is!It’s so potent it’s downright illegal in some states.”I throw her down on the bed.She scrambles up to the top against my headboard.I unbutton my shirt and watch the robe part, exposing her body from the waist down.I love her playfulness.
“What I’m about to give you is a highly addictive stimulant.”
“I believe I’ve taken some of it recently.”
“I believe you have, it was a special mix only for you.In fact, it’s off the market now to anyone but you, of course.”I crawl up the bed after her, like a predator after its next meal.
“I remember now, it was very addictive.I couldn’t get enough of it.”
Her hands go over my bare chest, and I grab her thigh and pull her down under me, kissing her slow and long.She squirms under me, her hands moving down my chest to the top of my pants to unbuckle my belt.She pulls back and rubs her lips across mine, down to the column of my neck.I groan and bite my lip hard to stop myself from ripping off her robe and slamming into her with all the intensity and pressure she’s building inside of me with her tongue and mouth and hands.
Her phone starts ringing.Damn it.
“Nick, my phone,” she says between breaths.
I run my hands up her rib cage.Between breaths I tell her, “Let it ring, please let it ring.”I know she’s going to answer it.The damn thing won’t stop ringing!I reach over to grab the phone before she does.She tries to take it out of my hand, but I move it out of her reach.
“Nick, what if it’s my mother or one of my brothers?”
“If it’s your family, I’ll let you answer it.What the fuck?”I look at the phone, still hard between her legs, and show it to her.It stops ringing.She looks at it then back at me.
“Nick.”
“What?”
She takes the phone, and it starts ringing again.She doesn’t say anything, and I know it’s him again.
“Why the hell is he calling you?”
“We’re friends.He probably just wants to say hi.”
The phone keeps ringing in her hand, and it’s bothering me.“Answer the damn phone, Cat, so he can stop calling.”I roll off her to the other side of the bed, stifling my urge to grab her phone and smash it to pieces.
Cat
“Hi, Matt.”Talk about badtiming.
“Hey, baby girl, you sound like you’re busy.Did I catch you at a bad time?”
