Page 44 of Keeping Zita

Taking the steps up to his third-floor apartment, Obi-Wan unlocked his door, unsure what he’d find. Would Zita still be sleeping? It was only six o’clock, after all. Or would she be up and having second thoughts about staying the night? Would she be watching TV, having a cup of coffee? He didn’t know if she was a morning person or not and was looking forward to finding out.

Or had she called a ride-share and left altogether?

The first thing he noticed when he stepped inside was the smell of freshly brewed coffee…which answered his questions about whether Zita was awake and still in his apartment.

He found her sitting at his table, an open book in front of her and a steaming mug of coffee in her hand. Relief at seeing her there made Obi-Wan’s knees weak. She was smiling a little shyly at him when he approached.

“Hi. How was PT?”

Obi-Wan couldn’t stop himself from leaning over and lightly kissing her. It felt natural. As if he’d done it a million times. Thankfully, she didn’t rear back or gape at him if he had two heads. She simply smiled wider…then licked her lips as if she wanted to taste his kiss. Which was a huge turn-on.

Hoping the gray sweats he had on would hide his erection—and doubting it, because he’d seen plenty of memes and videos on social media from women extolling the virtues of how well that particular article of clothing highlighted a man’s dick—he turned and went into the kitchen toward the coffeemaker.

“I hope it’s okay that I made coffee.”

“Of course it is,” Obi-Wan told her. “In fact, it’s welcomed. And to answer your question, PT was good. Casper wasn’t quite as dickfull as he’s been recently.”

“Dickfull?” Zita asked with a chuckle.

He shrugged. “Felt more polite than calling him a power-hungry, taking-out-his-worries-and-stress-on-us asshole.”

She giggled, and the sound went straight to his cock, not doing anything to make the damn thing go down.

“You find everything you need?”

“In your kitchen? Yes. It’s very organized.”

“That, but also in general.”

“Yeah. I appreciate you putting out the toothbrush for me.”

“Of course. I’ll jump in the shower quickly and we can go to breakfast before I take you to the motel and head back to base.”

“Okay.”

Taking another sip of the dark brew, Obi-Wan did his best to keep his out-of-control dick away from Zita’s view as he headed for the hallway and his bedroom.

His shower was fast, but not as quick as usual, since he took the time to jack off. It felt wrong and perverted, especially knowing the object of his lust was in the other room, but if he didn’t relieve the pressure, he’d probably embarrass Zita, which was the last thing he wanted to do.

Finally feeling as if he could walk without hunching over, Obi-Wan quickly got dressed and headed back out to where Zita was still sitting at his table.

“What were you reading?” he asked, noticing the book she’d had earlier was now gone.

“I hope you don’t mind. I looked through your shelves when I got up.”

“Of course not.”

“It was one on Night Stalkers.”

He nodded. “The one by Durant and Hartov? Green cover?”

“Yeah. I didn’t get very far though. I wanted to read more about what you do.”

Obi-Wan walked over to his bookshelf and found the book she’d been reading, pulling it out and handing it to her. “Take it with you. You’ll have some time to read this week, won’t you?”

“Yeah. You don’t mind?”

“Nope.”