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jenny
?. . .?
I wakeup drenched in sweat with a hard body curled around me. Startled, I sit up and look over, instantly relaxing. Even asleep with drool on the corner of his mouth and snoring, he’s gorgeous. When I feel air hitting parts of my body it doesn’t usually hit since I always wear a chemise to bed, I look down.
Yep, naked.
Then I remember why. Eaton told me he has only one rule at his house—sleeping naked. I reminded him we weren’t at his house and he told me last night was practice.
I’ll have to set some firm boundaries with this man at some point, but for now, it feels good to be taken care of in a way that makes me happy. Daniel’s version of taking care of me was putting us both on a Keto diet, even though he was already scrawny, or buying me a dress two sizes too small to give me something to “aspire to.”
How did I stay with him for three years?
It’s because I didn’t know there was an Eaton.
Let’s not even talk about sex because if I stop to think about how oppressed I’ve been, I’ll cry. For the longest time, I thought there was something wrong with me and that I was disgusting and perverted. Meanwhile, the men saying that shit couldn’t find my clit if I drew them a map. I’ve only been fucking Eaton for less than twenty-four hours, and he’s already pleased me more than all of the times with any of them put together.
I’m not gross; I was just with the wrong men.
I snuggle back into Eaton, and when my ass meets flesh, a steel rod pushes between my cheeks. Is he always hard when he sleeps, or is it because he’s sleeping with me? I secretly hope it’s because of me, and knowing Eaton, it probably is. I’ve never felt sexier in my life. The man is obsessed with me. And now I’m moving in with him.
Sigh. He better not do this with every woman he dates. I hope he introduces me to his family soon so I can get the tea. There’s no way Eaton will be honest with me about things like that. He’s too nervous I’ll leave him. That’s why he didn’t want to go home last night; I could see it in his eyes. Silly man, I’m not going anywhere. Not unless he gives me a reason.
My eyes have just closed again when there’s a knock on my door. Wait, what day is it? I hop out of bed and throw on my robe, trying to remember what I did with my phone. The kitchen. I left it in the kitchen last night. Dashing out of my room, I find it on the counter and glance down. Four missing calls and six text messages, all from Daniel. Glancing at the day and time, I panic.
This can’t be happening. I was hoping to hide Eaton from Daniel for as long as possible, and I especially didn’t want them to meet like this. I could just keep quiet until he leaves and then apologize for not being home. My ringtone—a sped-up version of Kendrick Lamar’s “Not Like Us”—plays, and I nearly chuck my phone.
“I hear your phone, Jenny. Open up,” Daniel calls through the paper-thin door.
“Who is it?” Eaton asks, walking out of my room in only his boxer briefs, his bulge still. . . bulging.
“It’s Daniel,” I whisper, ushering him back into my room. “I forgot he wanted to meet to talk about I.C.B.I.N.J.”
“That’s really not any easier than just saying I Can’t Believe It’s Not Jizz.”
I ignore that because there’s no time to argue. “Can you just stay in here until I can get rid of him? I’ll tell him I have a stomach bug, and he’ll run. He hates being sick.” Not waiting for an answer, I close the bedroom door, sighing in relief. I tighten my robe and finger-comb my hair as I walk through the tunnel of boxes.
“You’re not going to the door like that.” Eaton pushes past me. “I’ll answer the door. You go put some clothes on.”
“It’s a robe, not lingerie. It’s fine.” I hold back my comment about how Daniel has seen me in less because that probably would not go over well.
“Baby Cakes, I can see the outline of your nipples. And if you bend over, I’ll be forced to fuck you in front of him so he doesn’t get any ideas about trying to get another taste. That part of his life is over.”
I look down, and I can, in fact, see my nipples through the white satin. Shit. “Don’t answer the door. Let me run and change real quick.”
“Sure,” he says, and I’ve heard that response enough to know he has no intention of listening to me.
“I mean it, Eaton.”
“Okay, Baby.” He folds his arms across his auburn-colored hairy chest. God, I love chest hair. It’s so sexy. Daniel waxes every part of his body except his balls, which he shaves. He finds body hair unsanitary.
Daniel knocks louder this time. “Is someone in there with you? I hear another voice.”
“Eaton, I swear to God, if you answer that door?—”
“Go put on some clothes. Everything’s fine.”
Giving up, I rush into my room and quickly pull out a sports bra and some sweatpants. That’ll have to do. By the time I’ve finagled my wayward boobs into the tight-fitting bra and put on my pants, I can hear two male voices in my living room, and they’re getting louder by the second.
