So you'd think that I had jumped through all the hoops by now and that I should be reaping the rewards and fucking my hottie fireman on a regular basis now, right? Well, that's certainly what I thought. But between our schedules and our spouses we hadn't been able to manage more than a neighborly hello for the next two weeks afterwards. And the wait was damned near killing me, too.
"Good morning." The familiar deep voice of the fireman of my fantasies greeted me as I stepped into my kitchen.
"Well, it all depends." I stopped in front of him, seated at my table and enjoying a mug of coffee.
"On?" He asked with a sly smile, as if he already knew the answer.
"On your being here to do more than suck up my coffee." I returned, putting my hands on my hips expectantly.
Jack laughed, his hands sliding over my hips appreciatively. "Believe me, I would love nothing more than to have a slice of pie with my coffee this morning."
"Then why don't you?" I know I sounded petulant, but damnit I was hot for the man.
"Because this morning we're going to pick out flooring for your basement."
"Good cover story." I grinned in approval.
Jack's hands curved over my ass to pull my torso closer and rested his chin against my pelvis. "As much as I would rather explore the delicious mysteries that await me here," His finger rubbed along the crotch of my shorts. "I need to get some flooring down or Phil is gonna wonder what the fuck he's paying me for."
"To lay his wife?" I asked hopefully, slowly moving against his finger.
"No." He laughed and swatted at my bottom. "Not quite the same as laying flooring."
I sighed. "Okay. Whipee. Let's go pick out tile." I replied in a deflated monotone. Well, I might not get fucked, but at least my basement was going to look great.
Jack sat back in his chair and gave me a wicked grin. "Oh come on Ang, think of all the quality time we're going to get to spend together."
"And they say women are teases." I muttered, collecting my purse and following him out of the house and over to his driveway where his truck was parked.
Damn, what was it about guys and big trucks? I wondered as he rounded the front of the truck. Well, points at least to him for opening the door and helping me up, although I suspect he did it primarily for the view of my ass. I sat looking down at the world from his F-350 wondering how I was going to gracefully climb out without embarrassing myself. Jack climbed in and winked at me before starting the engine. "Feel the power."
I groaned. Wasn't quite the power I had in mind. "What do you get? Seven miles to the gallon?" I rebutted, batting my eyelashes innocently.
"We'll see how much you're loving it when we're bringing home your new flooring."
"Soβ" I searched my brain desperately for witty conversation, but nothing was coming.
"So?" He repeated, easily maneuvering the truck into traffic.
I watched his hands on the steering wheel and remembered how easily he had brought me off in his kitchen that night. "So, uhm, the thing in the closet worked out alright for you?"
Oh, now there's an ice breaker for you.
"Oh yeah." Jack chuckled. "Sorry about your blouse though."
"Oh, I'm not." I said with a grin. "Although, you should've seen the look on the cleaner's face."
"You took it to the cleaners?" He asked in surprise.
"Keeping it would've been entirely too 'Lewinsky-ish.'" I teased.
"No way." Jack shook his head. "What you did for me was
so much
hotter."
"Speaking of hot, any other fantasies I can help you out with?" I asked lightly, hoping he was feeling the need to share.
Jack considered the question for a while. "Anything?"
"Well, if you look at my track record to date I'm pretty willing, don't you think?"
He smiled and nodded appreciatively. "I have no complaints."
"Well????" I demanded when he didn't supply any further details.
"How do you feel about a little exhibitionism?" Jack asked with a mischievous look.
I pondered the question for a bit. "Are we talking about sex in the middle of the mall?"
"No, nothing that public." He assured me.