I dug my fingers into her hips and gave her one last thrust and exploded inside her like a roman candle on the Fourth of July.
I felt her ass shudder against me as she came at the exact same moment. My cock emptied itself inside her and she responded with a wave of hot juice that flowed from her pussy like a raging river.
We stood there for a minute, motionless, panting, sweaty, a hot, gooey mess.
Then she looked over her shoulder at me and smiled.
Somehow, I knew my muse had returned.
The blank page would taunt me no more.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Amy Lynne
I couldn’t help it. I had a stupid smile on my face like I didn’t have a care in the world.
And there was one person responsible for it: Jackson Ritter.
That had been the most amazing sexual experience of my life. Jackson made me feel all warm and cozy inside, and sexy and desirable, and just a little bit dirty.
I liked dirty.
Dirty made me smile.
Dirty made me wet.
Dirty made me cum.
We got dressed and Jackson gave me a gentle kiss. He told me to go to bed. I asked if he was going to bed, but he said not just yet. He wanted to write for a while.
There was a look in his eyes I’d never seen before. A faint glow, like a candle burning in the distance on a dark night. I kissed him softly and said good night.
*
I was a little nervous when he came down the stairs the next morning with Lizzie in his arms. I mean, how did you act around your boss the morning after he banged the shit out of you on his desk? Maybe I needed a copy of the nanny handbook. Surely there was a whole chapter on such things.
“Morning,” Jackson said with a sleepy smile. He set Lizzie in her high chair and I slid a plate of pancakes in front of him. He stabbed two and dragged them to his plate.
“Morning back,” I said, pouring two cups of coffee. I sat down across from him and gave him a look. He was wearing the same clothes from the night before, and his eyes looked bloodshot and tired.
I watched him from over the top of my cup and asked, “Did you work all night?”
“I did,” he said with a smile. “Didn’t sleep a wink.”
I’d never seen anyone so happy to have worked all night with no sleep.
“Did you write?”
I held my breath and waited for him to answer.
“I did,” he said again. He chuckled and made a goofy face. “In fact, I wrote a lot.”
“That’s awesome,” I said, clapping my hands. Lizzie clapped her hands and squealed.
“I think my new muse is working,” he said, smiling at me with his eyes. “In fact, I think I have two muses now.”
He gave me a wink and doused his pancakes in syrup. Then he sliced off small bites for Lizzie. He glanced at me as he held out a bite for her.
“What are you ladies up to today?”
I stuck a big bite of pancake in my mouth and washed it down with the coffee. Wiping my lips on a napkin, I picked up the grocery list I’d been making and said, “Well, we are almost out of everything, so I thought Lizzie and I would go to the grocery store. There’s a new Food King over in Madison that I thought we’d check out.”
“The FoodMart is closer,” he said, chewing. “Why not just go there?”
Because my asshole ex-husband, Randy, is the manager there.
That was what I thought, but not what I said.
I just smiled and gave him a little shrug.
He watched my boobs bounce beneath my T-shirt.
“I like trying new things,” I said, winking at him. “Don’t you?”
“Oh, I do,” he said, licking the syrup from his lips. “I definitely do.”
*
I felt like a real mommy as I sat Lizzie in the shopping cart seat and fastened the little safety belt around her waist. She kicked her legs happily and smiled at me.
“Ride?” she asked.
“Yes, ride,” I said, leaning down to nuzzle her cheek with my nose. I tugged the shopping list out of my back pocket and handed it to her. Jackson’s credit card was in my other back pocket. “Can you hold the list for me?”
“Yes,” she said with a definite nod. She kicked her legs again. “Ride! Go!”
We had a great time filling the cart with groceries.
It was the first time in my life that I’d gone grocery shopping without worrying about the difference in price between the name brands and the generics, without carrying an envelope full of coupons, without worrying that my debit card was going to be declined.
Jackson told me to get whatever I wanted, and that was what I did. Lizzie and I spent an hour filling the cart and having a grand old time.
Then I saw him.
He was standing at the front of the store, talking to a young blonde who was manning one of the checkout lanes.
He was all smiles and hands and innocent innuendos.
She giggled at him and brushed a hand down his tie.
He grinned at her, showing her his teeth, like a wolf about to rip out the throat of a lamb.
She gave him a dreamy look, like a lamb who had no idea it was about to die.
God, it all looked so familiar.