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Thirteen
Arnold
Ileaned back in my swivel chair, the click-clack of keys under my fingers slowing as Agatha's breathy laughter filled the air. Her voice was all sexy and sultry as she enticed a client. BigLog69 or something. No... BrownLog69. That's probably it. Why were they all 69? Did they think they were unique?
"Ah, you want me to do what now?" She arched an eyebrow, her words dripping with feigned shock and amusement. On the couch, she twirled a strand of wavy brunette hair around her finger.
The client on the other end of the line must've said something wild because a giggle erupted from her lips. She caught my eye for a split second, winked, then returned to the call. "Oh, I can definitely do that for you..."
My cheeks flushed a shade of red that could outshine the stop sign down the street. I focused on the screen, the words blurring. I'd long since gotten over the jealousy. At this point, we'd just celebrated our eight monthaversary and I had moved into her apartment. Rufus had taken liberties to settle into our bed at night, dampening our nightly activities, but we found a way. The dryer was a favorite.
"More? Well, if you insist..." She stretched out on the couch. I could see from here she wasn't horny, and it made me smile. I'd started to enjoy seeing her perform. She was incredible.
It ended with a soft click, her professional mask slipping off to reveal the dorky grin I fell for every time. She hopped off the couch, padding over in bare feet. My heart did this awkward somersault thing it had no business doing.
"Enjoy the show, bookworm?" Agatha teased, her hips giving a playful sway.
"Show? Oh, right. Hard not to when you're... yeah." Great, smooth as sandpaper, Arnold.
She threw her head back, laughing. "You're cute when you squirm."
I ran a hand through my hair and offered a crooked smile. "Guess I'm just your cuck-worthy audience, huh?"
"Best audience ever." She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. "But seriously, I love watching you watch me. It's hot."
"Anything for you, my lil wonder." The words left my lips before I could corral them. But they were true, painfully so.
She ruffled my hair, eyes sparkling with mischief and something softer, kinder. It made my chest tighten. She really was the apple to my Adam.
I gulped, my fingers hesitating over the keyboard. "You're my little cum muffin, you know that?" The words tumbled out, awkward yet sincere.
She paused, a half-smile dancing on her lips. Her eyes met mine, all warmth and silent laughter. It was that look, the one that said I got her, cringe and all.
"Only for you, Arnie." Agatha stepped back a few steps and did a little twirl.
My gaze followed her, heart thudding. She swayed back and forth, rhythm in every step. My breath hitched. This was Agatha unplugged, unfiltered.
A tug at her shirt, slow, deliberate. Fabric slid over skin, revealing more of her boobies. It fell to the floor with a soft plop.
Her hips rocked side to side. Each movement stripped away another layer. Of clothes. Of reservations. My pulse raced.
Fingers hooked into her waistband, teasing the edge. Down went the underwear, a whisper of sound that screamed in my ears.
"Like what you see?" she murmured, stepping out of the slight fabric.
"Good man alive, yes." It came out a rasp, throat dry as desert sand. I leaned back, the chair creaking under me.
She stood there in moonlight and shadow. Just Agatha. And it was perfect.
"Bring those beef curtains over here, sweet flaps." My voice was more husk than words.
I pushed my pants down, heat flaring across my face. Agatha blushed, but a playful glint sparked in her deep brown eyes. She moved toward me, her socked feet quiet against the floor. Somehow, after eight months of this, she never failed to make me hot 'n ready.
"Oh baby, I can't wait for you to impale me on your mushroom tip..." Her breath was a warm whisper.
She straddled me, her thighs pressing against mine. The space between us vanished, flesh to flesh. A shiver ran through me, electric.
We kissed. Hard. Hungry. All the pent-up longing poured into that connection. Our mouths clashed; no finesse, just raw need. Her hands tangled in my hair, catching on a knot, pulling me closer.
