Page 101 of Idle

God help me. I manage, “Yes.”

With a pop, I spring free from her warm mouth. Once she’s upright, I physically turn her body toward the bench and tap her lower back. Bending over, she places her hands on the bench and twerks. She’s a quick study.

I reach inside the niche where we store condoms for this purpose. Once I’m sheathed, I ignore my screaming body and reach between her legs. Wet—not from the shower. Perfect. At the same time as I enter her body, I bring my finger around to her lips and tap. “Suck.” She obeys, which almost sends me over the cliff.

Her lips and tongue caress me as deliciously as her pussy drives me insane. Using my free hand, I lower it and encircle her clit. She lets go of my finger and moans, “Yes! Jesse, please.”

I drop my hand and pinch her erect nipple. Seems like this was the right move, as her next words are, “I’m coming,” punctuated by her inner muscles clenching around me.

With no other alternative, I pound into her body a few more times. My balls tighten, and my own release surges. I climax with a loud roar and collapse onto her back.

We let the water run over our bodies before washing off and getting dressed. A little while later, we walk into the office of Renovation TV, hand in hand. Quinn leads us into a conference room.

Paige practically shoves her left hand under Quinn’s nose, who grabs her fingers. “Oh, wow. Congratulations! Looks like I was interrupting a bigger celebration last night than simply selling your flip.”

Sporting a huge smile, Paige describes how I proposed to her. “Jesse’s wonderful, as you’re well aware. He whittled a mermaid for me—he’s amazing at it, by the way—and she’s holding a lollipop with the words “Will You Marry Me?” on it. Of course, I said yes. Then, only wearing—”

I clamp my hand around my fiancée’s mouth. “That’s enough. I think Quinn gets the picture.”

Smiling, our former director nods. “Yep. Understood. I’m happy for you both.”

We find our seats and Quinn moves on to the purpose of our meeting. “We’ve been filming Bo and Mary Ellen’s show for a few weeks now.”

The reminder I lost us the competition makes my good mood plummet. Until I remember Paige’s and my conversation when we agreed our loss was a team effort. I find my voice. “I’m sure you’re happy to move on with a more scripted show, rather than the reality television version.”

Quinn rakes her hand through her long hair. “Actually, that’s why I wanted to talk with you.” She offers us some water, which we both refuse, and opens one for herself. “You see, even though we’ve only filmed a little of their show, we see warning signs. More like flashing red lights going off all around them. No, not them. Bo.”

I stifle a snort. Could’ve told them.

Paige asks, “What’s he done?”

“He’s come to the set drunk at least five times. That is, when he deigns to show up at all. To make matters worse, when he is on set, he constantly quarrels with Mary Ellen. Not the cute bickering they did onNYC Views. More along the lines of the director having to step in before things get totally out of hand.”

“I can’t believe it,” I admit. “I mean, I knew he was an asshole, but I figured he’d pull it together once he got his own show.”

Quinn nods. “I knew he was a bit . . . uncouth. I’m shocked at the reports coming in from the set. The higher ups aren’t happy, to put it mildly.”

Paige grabs my hand. “Sounds awful.”

“I might as well get down to it. We’d like to offer you their show. We can put out a statement that they had an unavoidable conflict, and you’re going to take their place.” She stares at Paige. “With your family’s notoriety as of late, I’m sure this opportunity is welcome.”

Paige’s grip on my hand becomes taut. Her family is a sore spot, not one to be blundered into like this. I’ve met her parents a couple of times and find it hard to believe they spawned my fiancée. Theo either. I don’t know her other brothers too well, but I’m sure my observation holds.

I need to stop this train wreck before it gets even more out of control. Not wanting to burn any bridges, I reply, “Quinn, thanks for your offer, but we have a lot on our plates. House flipping, a furniture design contract, and planning our wedding is going to take all our attention for the near future.”

“Yeah,” Paige agrees. “Plus, we lost the competition. It would look weird if we got our own show.”

The fact she used the “we” pronoun makes me squeeze her hand. We’ve come a long way since the end of filming.

“We’ve already thought of that.” Quinn hands us each a document with an outline describing why we’re hosting the show. Gotta hand it to Renovation TV, they really know their stuff. I’m almost convinced.

But we lost the show.

Paige turns to me, an inscrutable look on her face.

Taking matters in my own hands, I direct my question to Quinn. “Would you mind if we had a moment to discuss this?”

“Of course. I’ll be in my office down the hall. Come and get me when you’ve decided to take us up on our offer.”

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