I'd been waiting for Chase to come home all day so when the clock on the wall said three past five I was ready to explode. I'd been texting him cryptic messages since the morning, little notes that I knew only he could understand but I made sure he wouldn't be able to guess my biggest surprise. I waited on the couch, nonchalantly reading a magazine, loving the way the glossy pages felt against my bare legs. I wasn't really paying attention to the articles, just skimming over the words. 67 Ways to Please Your Man. 50 Dresses Under 50 Dollars. I ran my hands over brightly colored pictures, Photoshopped to perfection.
When his hand turned the doorknob and he walked in, I smiled up at him, only looking up from the magazine for a brief moment.
"Well, hello," he said, resting his briefcase beside the door and taking in the view. I'd been in my turquoise bathing suit top all day with a pair of tiny white shorts. His lips formed that crooked half-smile he makes when he's thinking something sexual. I knew he wanted me. I wanted him to want me.
I'd been waiting all day for this.
"What have you been up to today?" he chuckled, taking his blazer off and laying it on the back of the chair nearest the door.
"Not much," I said, going back to my magazine, leaning back against the arm of the couch, spreading out. I crossed my legs and let him take in the view of my half naked body, lean and elongated. "How was work?"
"Not nearly as interesting as this," he said, walking over to me. He stood over me, his eyes bright and his already semi-hard dick straining against his khakis.
I smiled up at him for a second before going back to my magazine.
"So what's this surprise you were texting me about all day? I see my beautiful girlfriend half naked all the time, there's got to be more," he teased.
I flipped the page, pretending to suddenly take an interest in 10 Minute Workouts to Get You in Shape FAST!
He loosened his tie and let it fall to the floor. I looked up and watched him unbutton his blue shirt, exposing his smooth, tan chest. I felt myself growing wet but kept my legs crossed, letting him enjoy the show.
"Leney?" he said.
I let the magazine drop to the floor as I looked up at him again, his bare chest exposed, showing off the defined muscles in his abdomen. His cock was pressed hard against his pants, wanting to escape and stand at full attention. It took all of my strength not to reach up and yank his pants down to his ankles at that moment.
"Come with me," I said, standing up. I grabbed his hand and led him down the hallway to our bedroom door.
"Why's the door shut?" he asked.