8

LAURA HAD WANTED to go clubbing either Friday or Saturday night, but by the time Alexa got home, all she wanted to do was relax. The two women settled for a pizza and a bottle of wine instead, enjoying their lazy supper while they watched trashy television and talked about nothing in particular.

On Saturday, Alexa caught up with some of the chores that she’d neglected during the week, spending the day doing laundry and housework before going grocery shopping to replenish the dwindling supplies in the pantry. By the time Saturday evening rolled around, all she wanted to do was curl up and read a good book, much to the good-natured grumblings of Laura.

“I’m not stopping you from going out, Lau. I just don’t have the energy for it right now. I think I’m going to take a long, hot bubble bath and then curl up in bed to read.”

Laura shook her head sadly. “You know your trouble, Lexi? You’re getting old before your time. You need to let your hair down and have some fun once in a while.” She paused and then grinned mischievously. “Or maybe you just need to give that gorgeous boss of yours a call and get laid.” She ducked as Alexa threw a couch pillow at her, laughing as she made her way upstairs to get ready for a night on the town.

Once Laura had left the house, Alexa made her way to the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water, adding a generous dollop of her favorite scented bubble bath. She stripped off her clothes and threw them in the laundry hamper before stepping into the bath and sinking down into the bubbles with a blissful sigh. After washing herself down, she leaned her head back against the bath pillow and relaxed until the water started to chill.

Climbing out of the tub, she wrapped herself in a large bath towel and made her way to her bedroom, drying herself off before climbing into bed without bothering to put any pajamas on. If there was one thing she loved, it was getting out of a hot bath and climbing into a bed with freshly laundered sheets.

Picking up her book from her nightstand, she opened it to the page she had last read, quickly getting lost in the love story that was unfolding before her. As she read paragraph after paragraph, she couldn’t help but visualize the main character as her boss. It was driving her crazy. She eventually gave up trying to read and threw the book back down with a restless sigh of annoyance.

She turned off her light and gave her pillow a thump of frustration, trying to get comfortable and clear her mind enough so that she could go to sleep. Her eyes started to grow heavy and her body finally started to relax, but as she started to drift into sleep, Dawson’s voice sounded in her ears. In her sleep-drowsy state, she couldn’t make out what he was saying, but just hearing him talking to her was enough to wake her up again.

Seriously, Lexi. You can’t even stop thinking about him when you asleep? Jesus, get a grip.

She was really starting to get on her own nerves now, but the more she tried to push him from her mind, the more her body came alive with thoughts of him. She wondered what he would be like as a lover. Judging by how many women he had supposedly slept with, she figured he would be good at sex. But was he gentle, or did he prefer things to be a little on the rough and ready side? Alexa’s nipples started to tingle as the thought ran through her mind, and without even thinking about it, her hands came up to cup her breasts and her fingers gently pulled at the hardened buds.

She gasped as a feeling of pleasure shot through her and she imagined that it was Dawson’s hands touching her. She pinched a little harder and her clit throbbed in response, making her moan softly. She had next to no experience when it came to men, but she couldn’t help wonder if he would be well endowed and how he would feel sliding into her body. She could feel her clit starting to swell in reaction to her thoughts, and one of her hands meandered down over the flat plane of her stomach until her fingers found what they were looking for.

She’d never really been one for pleasuring herself, and as her finger rolled over her sensitized nub, she was amazed at how wet she was and how good it felt. Her fingers slid between her folds and she slowly pushed one inside her, gasping again as another bolt of pleasure hit her. With one hand still massaging her tit and teasing her nipple, the other started to move in and out of her wetness, slowly at first, and then picking up speed as she rubbed her clit over and over. She closed her eyes tightly and let her imagination run riot as visions of Dawson flooded her mind.

Her breathing started to quicken as she tended to her body’s needs, and as she brought herself to orgasm, her legs clamped together tightly as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her. She’d never been able to make herself cum before, but as her eyes finally closed and she fell asleep with her hand still trapped between her legs, she made a vague mental note to make sure that she did it more often.