Page 15 of Sexploration

“Oh... it gets better.” I rub my aching forehead. “She’s letting him keep the house, and he wants her out ASAP.”

“What’s the fucking rush?”

“That’s what I said. Josie thinks he wants to move his mistress in.”

“God, I’d really like to cut that asshole’s balls off and feed them to him,” he seethes. “All right, I’ll call her. You’re going with her to get her stuff, right? I don’t want her there alone.”

No doubt Josie will try to fight me on it, but she’s a damn fool if she thinks I’d let her go over there and face Tommy alone. Especially after earlier. He’s going to be riled up and angry because I put him in his place. I’ll be damned if I give him a chance to take it out on her. My motives for staying here might not have been entirely honorable, but my main concern has always been protecting her.

“Yeah man, you know I got her.”

“Shit, I’ve got to go. I’m late for a meeting. Thanks, Auggie. I really appreciate it. As soon as we get this launch off the ground, I’ll be home,” he rushes out before disconnecting the call.

I place my phone back on the charger, my thoughts returning to Josie and her fucking sexploration. Milo was right. It might help her heal and move on. She needs someone to worship her body the way it deserves. After tonight, it’s perfectly fucking clear that Tommy never did that for her. He seems like the type of guy who never bothered learning how to fuck a woman properly, one who’s only in it for himself. I almost feel sorry for the chick he’s banging now.

That’s why Josie is oozing with tension. She has all this pent-up sexual energy. Her body is desperate to be touched, to be pleasured.

The last thing she needs is to hook up with another asshole who can’t take care of her needs. I could give her what she craves. If she’d give me the chance, I could bring all her fantasies to life.

I let my heavy eyelids fall, envisioning Josie in that black slip. My dick throbs with need, straining against my boxers as I think of her warm mouth, her full lips pressed against mine, the soft whimper as her body molded into me.

I pull my cock free and grip it, slowly stroking up and down, picturing my hand sliding up between her thighs, my fingers diving under the thin material at her center to find her wet and needy for me.

My movements grow faster, my fist tightening as I imagine my dick gliding in and out of her, my name passing through her lips—her skin flushed, her sparkling blue eyes locked on mine. It’s enough to do me in, my muscles tensing up as my release comes to the surface, my body relaxing as cum shoots out of me.

I’m still trying to catch my breath when reality starts to creep back in, the euphoria slowly turning back into frustration. My hand is no match for what her silky paradise would feel like, but more than that, I want the woman attached. We both want this, that’s as plain as the nose on my face. I’ve just got to find a way to break through the barrier she keeps putting up.

JOSIE

The permanent marker squeaks as I writeBookson the cardboard box. It’s strange to think my life can fit into a handful of boxes. At least the parts of my life I still want. Being here, in this house, is... well, I’m not sure there’s a word that describes what I’m feeling. I’ve only been gone for two weeks, but nothing about this place feels like home anymore. There’s no nostalgia, no sentimental notions of a happier time. I’m not sure I ever truly felt content here. As strange as it may seem, I can honestly say I’m not going to miss it. Or Tommy.

“How about this?” Parker picks up a photo album, waving it in the air.

It’s one I started when Tommy and I were still dating, full of trips we took and special moments we shared. At the time, I thought it would be nice to have something to look back on, something to share with our kids one day. Seems almost comical to me now. I never even tried to get pregnant. We talked about it a time or two over the years, every time the ticking of my maternal clock got too loud to ignore. But there was always something holding me back. A part of me knew I didn’t belong with Tommy.

“Trash.” I point to the black garbage bag on the floor. “I’m serious, Parker. I don’t want anything.”

“You mean, you don’t want anything tied to your life with Tommy,” she retorts.

“Now you’re catching on. I wantmystuff... clothes, jewelry, shoes, anything from my childhood. But Tommy has tainted my life for long enough, and I’m leaving all that behind me.”

Thankfully, Tommy split right after we got here. He took one look at August, grabbed his keys, and left. It was hilarious and a huge relief. I fully expected him to follow me from room to room, watching me while I packed up my things as if expecting me to steal or break things. If the tables were turned, that’s exactly what he would do.

Today has turned out to be a better day than I could’ve ever hoped for, and I have August to thank for that. My second week living with him went by much like the first. It’s odd how natural it feels being together. Everything seems so easy with him. But maybe that’s just because everything was such a struggle with Tommy.

Either way, my feelings for August are growing more complicated by the day. His flirtatious comments and sensual touches don’t seem so harmless anymore. And it’s getting harder and harder to fight the temptation. Consequences be damned.

I thought seeing him be all playful and charming with Parker today would give me the wakeup call I needed. Except he’s barely even looked in her direction. I mean, he’s been polite and all that. But there’s no banter, no suggestive comments or looks. It’s much different from the way he is with me. Which confirms what Parker has been saying all along, though I’m still not ready to face that reality.

“Do you think August is being weird?” I ask, keeping my voice low so he doesn’t overhear anything.

She pauses, her brow knitting. “No, he seems perfectly normal to me. Why? Did something happen you’re not telling me about?”

Parker still doesn’t know that August kissed me. I thought it was nothing more than a pity kiss at first and was too embarrassed to tell her. Even after I realized something more was happening, it didn’t truly feel real. She would’ve cackled,I told you so, pushing me to go for it.

“Of course not.” I roll my eyes, hoping my fib isn’t too visible. “He just doesn’t seem like his normal flirty self. And if August isn’t flirting, something must be wrong.”

“What are you talking about? August has been flirting withyouall day. Very aggressively, might I add. It’s enough to make a girl feel insecure, but I’m used to it. That boy doesn’t notice anyone else when you’re in the room. He wants you. I can’t for the life of me figure out how you can’t see that.”

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