Just as I was about to open the door, Alex beat me to it. He greeted me with a wide grin, scooping me up in his arms as he carried me into the apartment. I cupped his face with my hands and giggled as he pressed gentle, quick kisses all about my face.
“I take it you missed me?” I asked, smiling like an idiot.
“You have no idea,” he sighed.
He started toward the bedroom, leaving me just enough time to kick off my heels and let them fall to the floor. He lay me down gently on his mattress, getting to work on undressing me. Alex took his sweet time, leaving little kisses on every inch of skin that he exposed. I grab him by the forearms and pull him on top of me, spreading my legs and wrapping them around his waist. He’s already half-hard and growling, his voice low and dangerous.
“I’m going to make you scream, baby,” he teases. “I’m going to make you beg for my cock.”
“What else are you going to do?” I tested him. I wanted him to keep talking dirty in my ear, keep telling me these wonderfully sinful things. But instead of saying anything, Alex showed me.
He showed me all night long.
Two weeks. I had known Tia for two weeks and I was in a constant state of euphoria whenever she was near. When she went back to work, I missed her terribly. When she was lying in my arms, I still weirdly missed her. I just couldn’t get enough of her smile, her laugh, the scent of her hair, the sensation of her soft skin against mine, the taste of her mouth, the gleam in her eyes, the vibration of her pleasurable moans, everything. I didn’t want to be without her. There was never a dull moment, never a few seconds where I needed to be alone. I didn’t need space, didn’t mind that she occupied every waking thought in my head. She had changed me, somehow, in the short time I’d known her. If she were anyone else, any of my previous flings, I would have been bored by now. But this wasn’t the case, because this was Tia.
My grandmother’s ring sat comfortably in the inside pocket of my blazer, safe. At the ready, if I felt the time was right. There was just one hurdle that I had to overcome before I could pop the question. Molly wasn’t going to be home that night, and I had to get her approval above everyone else’s. I knew she was going to be mad. I could see our conversation quickly unfold from something civil to a screaming match. I needed to break the news to her gently, that I was in love. This wasn’t just some silly challenge to me anymore, I wasn’t trying to prove anything. I had promised Molly I wouldn’t go after any more of her friends, but that was all before I met Tia –sweet, beautiful, divine Tia—and before everything went out the window.
So, I did the only thing I could think to do: invite Molly to dinner.
I had everything set up already, the chicken entrée keeping warm in the oven. I had set the table for three, keeping the space clear of romantic tokens like candles to avoid making things awkward. Just as I was about to retreat to the pantry to pick out a nice red wine, I heard the front door to the apartment unlock.
“I’m home, sweetie!” called Tia. Just the sound of her voice was enough to get a smile out of me.
“How was your day?” I asked.
“It was great. I’m helping your father with a company merger.”
“Any companies I would know? Should I invest in some stocks before things are finalized?”
Tia snorted. Adorable. “You know that’s illegal, right?”
I shrugged, making my way back out into the kitchen. Tia walked over and kissed me quickly on the cheek as she took off her jacket. She glanced down at the table settings and whistled.
“Dinner smells good,” she hummed.
“I should hope so. It’s all catered.”
“You could have taken the credit for yourself, you know. I would have believed you.”
I shrugged again, grabbing Tia by the waist and pulling her up against me. “I’d rather not lie to you,” I admitted. It was the truth, too.
“You could save a lot of money if you actually put some effort into learning how to cook.”
“Yes.” I nodded, kissing her on her supple lips. “But I’d rather save the energy for the bedroom.”
Tia smirked, a mischievously daring glint in her eyes. We were probably on the same wavelength, but I had to be sure. I reached down and grabbed her perfect peach-shaped ass in my palms.
“You know,” she started, “we have a little bit of time before Molly’s supposed to arrive. Do you want to–”