I can’t stop thinking of Hayes. Why did we have to fuck on a Friday, so I’m forced to go an entire weekend without seeing him? The tenderness between my legs is a welcome reminder during those two days. I also notice big purple hickeys on my breasts. Hayes left his mark on me, but my desire to see him is about more than fucking.
I miss him and wonder what he’s doing. I saw him at his most vulnerable, and now I don’t want to look away.
I take the kids to the movies on Saturday. The entire time out, I keep hoping to run into Hayes. Or even just see him on the road. A single glimpse will sate my desperate need for him.
By Monday morning, I’m chewing on my nails in anticipation. Cricket notices me tapping my foot while we wait for our turn to drop off at school. She shakes her head.
“We’re not that bad.”
“It’s not you. I have to pee.”
Chipper frowns at me. “Girls are weird.”
“They really are,” Cricket replies.
They laugh at their comments until it’s time to climb out of the car. I watch them walk inside and then haul ass to the office. When I see Hayes’s truck in the parking lot, I cry for joy.
I hurry across the parking lot. After slipping on the gravel and nearly falling on my ass, I get to the front door and find the front office empty. Hayes is in the back, reading something on his laptop.
“Good morning,” I say with too much enthusiasm.
Hayes narrows his eyes. “Hello.”
I wait for him to show some sign that he missed me over the weekend. Hayes frowns and then returns to reading. I don’t storm out of his office. My retreat is more like moping.
We’re pathetic. Both him and me. Him for being an insensitive dickhead even if I already knew he was an insensitive dickhead and shouldn’t be shocked when he behaves like an insensitive dickhead. Me for, well, expecting him to be anything more than an insensitive dickhead. Ugh, what in the hell is my problem that I raced into the office as if he’d be waiting with open arms?
Sulking at my desk with a fresh cup of coffee, I give myself a pep talk. I have two great kids. I live in a nice house in a nice town and have a nice job with an insensitive dickhead for a boss who also happens to be super hot and lenient about my need to surf the internet for hours a day. Yes, I’m living the fucking dream, and there’s no reason to be upset about anything ever. Cheer up, Candy!
By the time Hayes appears from his office, I’m wearing a fake, happy smile and thinking fake, happy thoughts.
“Hello, boss.”
“Hello, employee,” Hayes says, leaning against the wall near my desk. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine. How are you?”
“My dick was tender over the weekend. I think you might have bounced too hard on it.”
“I regret nothing.”
Hayes smiles in an amazing way that ruins any progress I made with my internal pep talk.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
“Not really. I had something to eat with the kids.”
“Wrong answer. Let’s go.”
I stand up too quickly and nearly knock into him. Realizing he planned to plant a kiss on me before our near collision, I grab his shirt and tug him back toward me.
“I felt you inside me all weekend,” I admit, completely pissing away the pep talk.
Hayes hesitates, but I don’t care.
“You’re so sexy when you play hard to get,” I say, lifting my lips.
Unable to deny me, Hayes kisses me just like I’ve craved. His lips are angry as if two days without mine have enraged them. I wrap him in my arms, and his kiss softens. Deepens too, and I love how he nearly devours me.
“We need to get to the hotel and fuck,” he says, pulling away his lips.
“I thought you were hungry.”
Hayes hands my jacket to me and frowns. “I’ll eat you. Let’s go.”
Excited, and a little terrified, to find out how Hayes’s version of going down on me will play out, I hurry to the truck. He drives like a man on a mission while I try to relax in preparation for the intense fucking I know awaits me.
We arrive at the hotel where Hayes already has a room waiting. I don’t know if he always has a room or if he plans ahead, but I’m not asking. The wrong answer might put me in a bad mood, and I’m looking forward to a few hours alone with Hayes after a long weekend without him.
Once the door shuts, Hayes kisses me hungrily. He tugs at my clothes and his own. When they don’t relent fast enough, he pulls his lips away.
“Strip.”
“You’re so bossy,” I tease, pulling off my shirt and sliding down my jeans.
I barely remove my bra before he’s buck naked in front of me and sporting the kind of boner that would make a lesser woman shriek in terror.