For the first time at the office, I input a restaurant change in the file Chipper keeps. I type in the new employee name and move the old employee name. Wow! I’m so important to the team! Chipper sits next to me, trying not to laugh at my serious expression. He knows I’m unnecessary, but we’re just biding time until our first kid comes along and I get to do what I enjoy.

“You’re the best assistant I’ve ever had,” Chipper says as we drive home in the evening.

“So, better than Pam then?”

“So much better. She didn’t find me funny at all.”

“The stupid witch,” I hiss, and Chipper laughs. “I bet she didn’t even put out either.”

“Oh, Pam wanted a piece of the Chipper, but I think she had some vaginal issues. Anyway, that never panned out, which I’m sure her husband was happy about.”

Now I’m laughing too. “So you would have slept with her if she weren’t vaginally defective?”

“No. Cheating is wrong, Tatum. How can you not know that?”

His fake serious expression makes me laugh harder. “You’re so full of caca.”

“I will get you to talk like a drunken sailor if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Well, good luck with that.”

Arriving home, Chipper pulls into the garage, and we head inside. I walk straight to the couch to pet Muffin Top. The cat barely moves, though she does purr approvingly.

“I don’t think Camel Toe will ever warm up to me,” I say, still caressing Muffin Top.

“That might be for the best. Since she fell desperately in love with me, she won’t let me take a shit in peace.”

I snicker at how the cat climbs all over him whenever he goes to the bathroom. “Yeah, I’m perfectly okay without company during toilet time.”

Chipper walks into the kitchen where he makes a racket in the fridge. I’m about to join him when I catch sight of my mother’s smiling face hanging on the wall. Breath catching, I hurry toward the front entry where I find this photo along with a dozen others mixed with Chipper’s family pictures.

My fingers caress the smiling image of my mom. She was so beautiful and kind and funny and perfect in a million ways.

“You did this for me,” I whisper when Chipper joins me.

“I love you, and you love her, and this is our home. She needs to be here too.”

“Our children will grow up knowing her,” I say, wiping my wet eyes. “We’ll keep her alive because she brought you and me together. I believe in my heart that she was the reason you found me at the bar that night and kept me from ruining my life.”

“Me too,” he murmurs and kisses my head. “I almost canceled my meeting with Camden that night. If I had, our lives would have gone in completely different and shittier ways.”

“No,” I say, now smiling. “We would have found each other in another way. My mom knows I belong with you, and she would have led me to you.”

“Your mom is my hero.”

Hugging him, I smile wider. “You picked a lot of great photos. Who hung them?”

“Cricket and Bianca Bella.”

“That explains why they’re crooked.”

Chipper laughs. “They also hung them all really low. I’m guessing they couldn’t find the step stool.”

Laughing too, I shouldn’t be surprised Chipper did this for me. He always makes certain I’m comfortable, even when he makes me uncomfortable like he did earlier with Ruby. Imagining him planning with Cricket and Bianca Bella makes me feel extra special. I’m a part of their family.

“I want to reward you with my mouth,” I say, pushing him toward the couch. “No lockjaw this time.”

Chipper grins. “Why don’t we eat dinner first.”

I stop and cross my arms. “You’d rather eat than get pleasured?”

“No, but I don’t want a quickie, and you need a decent meal to keep your energy up while we’re pleasuring each other.”

“The best oral sex is quickie oral sex,” I say, quoting Cricket. “I don’t need energy for a lickety-split blowjob.”

“Okay, first of all, when you say ‘lickety-split,’ you sound like my mom. Secondly, get on your knees and suck me dry, Breezy.”

“Umm, dry?”

“Or give it a lick and lose interest. I don’t really care. I’m looking forward to spending the evening naked. Pants are overrated.”

Grinning, I gently push his chest, and he sits down. Kneeling in front of him, I want to make Chipper feel great in the same way he does me. I lick my lips, embracing my sexy side. My hands slide down his pants and then his boxers. Freeing his penis, I lose a bit of my sexy vibe.

“I always forget how big it is.”

“Do you want your sandwich now?” he asks and throws his head back to laugh.

“No, I can do this.”

“My mom nearly died the first time she blew Hayes. True story.”

I cock an eyebrow and ask, “And you know that how?”

“My mother loses her filter when Mistress Booze takes over.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Now hush while I do this.”

“Take your time. We don’t have plans until tomorrow night at Bonn’s.”

Rolling my eyes, I seriously doubt I’ll need twenty-four hours to successfully suck off Chipper’s chopper.

I know how a blowjob works. I’ve seen videos. This shouldn’t be so difficult, but a few minutes of sucking wear me out and leave me feeling like a loser. Why can’t I make Chipper feel even half as good as he does me?

“Lick the sensitive flesh right here,” he murmurs and runs his index finger along the under part of his penis. “Slide your tongue along this spot, and you’ll drive me mad.”

Following his directions, I graze my tongue along the slick flesh and watch Chipper shiver immediately. Emboldened by his reaction, I lick him again and then again.

“Use your nails against my balls,” he moans. “Very gently tease them.”

I use my free hand to graze his testicles while my tongue continues to taste his penis. The noises coming out of Chipper encourage me, along with a shiny bead of cum on its head. I lick away the drop quickly and smile at how Chipper shivers again.

“Let me see your tits,” he demands and tugs off my shirt. “I want to touch your nipples.”

Tugging free of my bra, I stroke Chipper’s penis as his hands cup my breasts and frantically squeeze my nipples. Now he isn’t the only one moaning.

“Suck on the head,” he groans, stealing his penis from me.

“I can do that,” I say when he strokes his chopper roughly.

“No, suck the head. Trust me. I’m a pro at getting myself off.”

Obeying him, I suck the fat head of his penis. I wish I could command it the way he needs, but I only have two hands and one mouth and zero experience. I do get the idea to caress my breasts against his thighs. Stroking my nipples on his hot flesh, I moan against the thick mushroom cap in my mouth.

“You’re so sexy,” he groans, stroking himself closer to an orgasm.

Feeling frisky, I pop his chopper free from my mouth and slide my hard right nipple along the slit of his penis.

“Oh, shit,” he moans between gritted teeth.

My breasts squeeze his penis, working the head while his hand fists the base. A spray of cum splashes against my left breast. Encouraged, I feel in control until Chipper’s free fingers find my right nipple and pinches it.

“Oh, shit,” I moan, sounding like him. “Don’t make me so wet.”

“I’m planning to eat out your pussy soon. I want you dripping for me.”

Leaning his head back, Chipper lets out a deep groan and comes on my chest. I bob up and down wanting his penis to drench me in cum. Every drop is a sign of accomplishment. I made him feel amazing. I’m the reason his eyes clench shut, and his lips curl into a pleasured smile. Chipper’s body craves me as much as mine craves his.

“You are amazing,” he says, leaning forward and kissing me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and gasp when his fingers return to my nipples. He knows how to make me squirm every time. I doubt I’ll ever get us on an even footing sex-wise. If Chipper always fucks me better than I fuck him, that’s just an injustice I’ll have to live with.