Too Good to Be Wrong(7)

By: Sam Crescent



“My business is all over the world. I’ve got to be prepared to take a call at all times. When I’m here I can relax even though it’s still business.”

“Sorry.”

“No, I don’t mind your questions. You’re finally talking to me again.” He smiled.

The first few days she’d behaved like a child, refusing to give him an inch. She didn’t talk to him or even acknowledge his presence apart from to tell him when his food was ready.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I’m not used to people ordering me around. I’m my own person.”

“You’re still your own person,” he said. “I’m happier that you’re here. I’d hate for anything to happen to you.”

“You lost a white carpet and a couple of plates.”

Henry chuckled. “You were more concerned about the carpet than I was. I was more upset about the food being on the floor. I’d never in all my life considered eating off the floor until your food ended up there.”

She laughed along with him. “Fine.”

He carried their empty plates into the kitchen. She wouldn’t let him do the dishes. Why should he do the dishes when he hired her to do all the cleaning work? April followed him into the kitchen.

“I’m going to make a couple of calls.”

She didn’t argue with him. April washed the dishes, and when she finished she made her way into her bedroom. She selected a long nightshirt before going into the bathroom.

When the cast finally came off her leg she was going to enjoy the luxury of bathing in the large tub. Sitting on the toilet, she filled the sink with water and started to wash the rest of her body. She wiped her leg around the cast. After she cleaned her body and face, she finished washing her hair. Wrapping her body in a towel, she made her way into her bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she dried her body while staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her curves stood out making her uncomfortable. Julia had been slender with only the smallest of curves.

Stop it.

Turning away from the mirror, she grabbed her nightshirt pulling it on in jerky movements.

****

Henry gripped his cock as the water fell all over his body. In his mind he saw April, without the cast, on her knees before him. Being around her daily was wreaking havoc with his thoughts. Most nights he lay in bed, turned on knowing she was only a few feet away from him. The best part of his day was nighttime. She wore a thin shirt, which did nothing to hide her glorious full body from his view. Sometimes in the morning with the sun shining through the window her nightshirt became transparent. All of her dark curves would be on display for him to see.

He worked from the base up to the tip, sliding his hand over his aching dick. Gritting his teeth, he imagined her opening her full, plump lips and taking him inside. Her mouth would be so fucking sweet.

The deeper his imagination got, the harder it was to deny himself. Crying out, Henry opened his eyes in time to see his seed washing down the drain. His orgasm left him unsatisfied like all the other ones he experienced. He turned off the shower, wishing he could pull them both out of this comfortable living arrangement. Part of him wanted to shock her by simply taking the kiss he craved while another part of him wanted her to come to him.

It was messed up. None of it made any sense to him.

Climbing out of the shower stall, he wrapped a towel around his waist then padded his way into the bedroom. He already heard the television blaring in the sitting room.

What movie would she want to watch tonight?

They’d gone through a large selection of chick flicks, and he’d even sat through the cooking channel a couple of times.

Quickly sliding up a pair of sweatpants, he threw the towel into the basket then walked toward the sitting room. April sat in a corner of the sofa, remote in hand, flicking through the channels.

“Do you want to pick a film?” she asked, glancing up at him. Her dark brown eyes struck him hard.

“You’re not going to hog the television?”

“Nah, you’ve watched enough chick flicks to last you a lifetime.” She pushed some hair off her neck. He was drawn to that exposed flesh like a moth to a flame.

Pulling out of his craving, he walked toward his DVD collection. He settled on a horror flick.

Henry didn’t know why he liked horror movies, but they always intrigued him.

April groaned, grabbing the pillow that was behind her toward her front. Before the advertisements were even up for other films, she was cowering behind the pillow. “Trust you to pick a horror film.”

He chuckled, sitting back and pressing play on the film. Within twenty minutes, she was peeking over the edge of the pillow.

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