Best. Week. Ever.

It’s like every single one of my fantasies about Jules now has a chance to come true. We haven’t discussed what this is, and I don’t really want to yet. I just want to enjoy it.

Nothing has been awkward yet, which is a huge relief. I nearly regretted doing what I did. After two years of fighting it, I thought I’d wrecked the good thing I had going in a moment of weakness. But apparently, I haven’t been alone in this thing. She wants me as much as I want her. The only thing I regret now is that it took me so damn long to do something.

The entire week has been stolen kisses and naughty deeds in between clients. But tonight? Tonight she’s coming to my place. The Knicks are playing, and we’re ordering pizza and beer. Yeah, my girl is pretty perfect. Just like one of the guys. Except she is all woman and I’m hoping I get to bury myself in her before the night is over.

The doorbell rings, and I let her in. She looks so fucking sexy in her cutoff shorts and tight little Knicks t-shirt thats stretched across her tits. I only ever see her in work clothes, and seeing her like this does something to me. I want to see more of her like this. Outside of work. All the time.

Swallowing the words that are on the tip of my tongue, I just pull her to me and shut the door behind her.

“About time you got here,” I mumble, taking her mouth in a hungry kiss. She responds just like she has every single time since Monday, pliant and willing and ready. I can’t get over it. I don’t know how I lucked out.

“I brought dessert,” she says when I finally let her go, dangling a bag between us. I didn’t even notice the little bag from a bakery.

I wink. “I think I could have found something else to eat for dessert.”

She pretends to pull out an imaginary tablet and mimes scrolling through it. “Yes, Mr. Brightman, I see we do have that on the agenda for the evening.”

Laughing, I lace my fingers through hers and lead her into the kitchen.

Her eyes go wide as she focuses on my apartment. “Nice place.”

I shrug. “I like it. But what I like even more is having you here in it.” I grip her hips and lift her up onto the counter before grabbing a couple beers from the fridge and popping the caps. Handing her one, I settle between her legs, leaning against the counter, and clink my bottle to hers.

“What are we toasting?”

I arch a brow. “A landslide win?”

“I’ll drink to that.” And that’s one more thing I love about her. This girl is practically perfect for me.

We devour the pizza and watch the game, and the night can’t get better because they do win.

But then it does get better because Jules turns to me on the couch and climbs over me, straddling my lap, a gleam in her eyes. “We should celebrate that win.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

She rocks against me, my already hard dick wedged against her hot center.

“Let’s do this thing,” she says, and I have to chuckle.

“Do this thing?”

She smiles innocently. “Oh, unless you didn’t want to?” She starts to push up from my lap. “I can just go.”

I laugh and grab her waist, flipping her around until she’s pinned under me on the couch. “Like hell you will,” I say, tickling her ribs until she’s laughing and thrashing under me. And I pretty much love it because her writhing body under mine is something I can totally get behind.

We laugh and tease and play as we kiss and explore, taking our time, until finally we’re both stripped bare, nothing left between us.

The mood shifts, and her usually light and easygoing demeanor becomes more serious. She bites her lip. “Linc, are you sure we should do this?”

I watch her, brushing her hair back from her face, trying to focus on her words and not the fact that I can feel the wet heat of her pussy right up against my bare cock.

“Do you want to do this?”

She nods. “I do. But I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared. It’s just me.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Her eyes cloud over. “I don’t want this to change anything.”

“Jules,” I say, barely a whisper, tracing her cheek with my fingers. “It’s going to change everything. In only the best way,” I add as she looks worried.

“I don’t want to screw things up. Lose my job. Lose you.” She smiles and wrinkles her nose in that way she has that’s so fucking cute. “I kind of like you. You know, every once in a while.”

I chuckle. “That’s good. Because I kind of like you, too. I get what you’re saying, baby. But you don’t need to worry about it. I don’t just want this to be a fling or a quick fuck.”

Her face contorts at my words, and I laugh again. “Like I said, I kind of like you. I think I might want to keep you.”

I say it lightly, but I know she gets what I’m saying because she seems to relax.

Her eyes twinkle again with mischief. “So it’s not going to be a quick fuck, you say?”

“You want to take my word for it?” I tease, throwing our words from the other day back at her.

“I think this is one area where you need to prove it.”

“My thoughts exactly.”