Page 59 of Inside Out
“Yes.”
Jules slid just the tip of his finger inside my ass, making me whimper for more. “It isn’t just your body that stimulates me, Rome.” He eased the digit inside me a little further, breaching the first ring of muscles. “Your intelligence drives me wild.” Jules pushed in to his first knuckle then rotated his wrist.
“Christ,” I said, fighting the urge to sink down and fuck myself on his finger.
“Are you listening?”
“Uh huh.”
“Your kind heart makes me want to be a better man.” Jules inched inside a little deeper then crooked his finger to press against my gland. I made no attempt to stifle my moans of need and pleasure. “There is nothing I want to change about you, Rome. Nothing. Do you believe I’m a man who knows what he wants?”
“Yes.” I did trust that.
Jules circled my gland with the tip of his finger then nudged harder against it as he kissed a path up my neck. “Good. Have faith in me.” Jules bit my neck. “Trust me.” He tagged my prostate again then massaged it. “Believe me.” Circle. Tag. Circle. Tag. God, he sent me reeling.
Could it really be that simple?
“I want you to remember this moment every time doubt creeps in. Will you try to do that for me?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
Jules rewarded my answer with a passionate kiss. One slick finger became two and he continued to work me open while I let my hands roam freely over his beautiful body. When he thought I was ready, he stood up holding me against him like I weighed nothing. Instead of carrying me to my bedroom, Jules laid me across the coffee table, propped my calves over his shoulder, and continued my lesson on positive reinforcement until my toes curled and he wiped out every negative thought in my head.
Lesson learned.
The forecast for Friday said there would be clear skies and sunshine, but I awoke to a deluge of rain hitting my roof and windows thirty minutes before my alarm went off. Julius appeared to be sleeping soundly, so I brushed my teeth then headed downstairs to start the coffee. Since I was already up, I decided the day called for a nice breakfast.
I had just finished frying the sausage links when Julius and Dolly joined me in the kitchen. I welcomed his minty-fresh kiss and loved the way he looked wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and T-shirt.
“Will Dolly go out in this kind of weather?” Julius asked, peering out the window.
“Yeah,” I replied. “She takes two steps off the patio and does her business as fast as she can.”
“Come on, Miss Dolly. Let’s get our business done.”
“I keep a towel in the laundry room around the corner for days like these.”
I cracked eggs in a bowl, added milk, vanilla, and cinnamon and whisked it all together to make French toast batter. I had the first two pieces sizzling in the skillet when Jules and Dolly returned to the kitchen. I watched over my shoulder as Dolly did her dance while Jules got her treat.
“Who’s a good girl?” Jules asked. Dolly answered with a softwoofand immediately received her treat.
Jules walked up behind me, slid his arms around my waist, and rested his chin on my shoulder. “Smells delicious.”
“I felt like I needed to kick this day off on the right foot.”
“I was thinking morning sex, but this works too,” Jules said. He turned his head and kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear.
“Who said we can’t do both?”
“Even better.”
Breakfast was tasty, the sex was delicious, but my mood started diminishing once we parted ways to drive to school separately. I tried to shake off the gloom, but it hung over me like my own personal rain cloud. For my first act of the day, I burned myself when I sloshed hot coffee on my hand. It kicked off a series of misfortunate events that made me want to go back home and hide under the covers. The highlight had to be when I jammed up the Xerox machine when I tried to put together copies of my speech for the board members. The copier was the size of a VW Beetle, had two dozen places where paper could go in or come out, and featured more buttons and options than the Starship Enterprise. This bastard could print on both sides, correlate those pages into a binder for a presentation, or staple the documents together. I had no clue where to start first, so I just fed my presentation into it. Instead of sucking one page in, it took all of them and made a horrible grinding sound before it stopped working altogether. I was just grateful smoke wasn’t billowing from the damn thing. I wasn’t prone to tantrums, but I was ready to kick that—
“What are you doing?” Priscilla asked angrily. “Since when do you make your own copies?”
“You were at lunch,” I said, aiming my most charming smile at her.
“Save that for your boyfriend and get out of my way.” She elbowed her way past me and pushed a button to open the belly of the beast. As much as she hated technology, she sure knew all the ins and outs of the copier. “Here’s the problem,” she said, tugging on the papers I’d fed the beast until they were free. “You forgot to take the staple out before you fed the document.”