![]() Suddenly feeling bad, I stepped toward him and hugged him to my chest. “I have a job,” he said, somewhat defensively. ![]() I smiled demurely and stepped into my skirt. I wasn’t born of the means to not have to work like some other people.” “I can’t quit my job.” I paused as I turned my skirt, finding the back of it. It was normal and healthy and that’s what I always hoped for in a sexual encounter. He’d been playful, not too rough, and though it wasn’t the kind of touch that made me immediately wet, it felt good enough. “Quit your job.” He groaned as I put my bra on, covering up the breasts he’d spent so much time fondling over the weekend. “I have a job,” I said, smacking his hand away. ![]() “Why?” He leaned forward and stroked a finger along the curve of my breast. “I have to go home.” I threw the dress shirt on the bed. “I have a flight,” I answered anyway as I unbuttoned the dress shirt that I’d snagged off the floor after my shower earlier. He sat up and leaned against the headboard, and based on his new position, I assumed he was preparing to move the conversation in a serious direction. With city traffic, I needed to leave in the next thirty minutes. ![]() In support of what she called my much-needed sexcapade, Ashley had taken care of packing my suitcase, but I still had to pick it up from the hotel doorman before heading to the airport. ![]() “I really don’t have a problem with that.” He reached down to rub the semi that was already taking shape beneath the sheet. ![]()
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