Trusting Jay: (A Chicago Suits Romance) (Loving Jay Book 1) by Simone Sowood

increased, and he pushed me down onto his cock as he filled me with his cum.
    He carried me to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, I landed on top of him, both of us looking at ceiling.

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    I rolled off of him and laid against his side with my arm around his bare chest.  We were opposites, his upper half nude and my lower half naked.
    “Thanks for coming over,” I said kissing his shoulder.
    “I’m the one who benefited.”
    “This was a perfect way to end a perfect day.”
    Jay smiled and squeezed me.  “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
    I perched up on my elbow and looked into his eyes.  “Stay the night?”
    He exhaled, and I braced myself for the no that was coming.  “Fine.  But only because this is a special occasion.”
    My heart swelled, he really had made my day.  “Yay.”  I went to kiss his cheek, he turned his head at the last minute and our lips met in a sloppy kiss.
    “I’m wiped out, I need to sleep” he said.
    With my corset still on we snuggled under the blanket.  It wasn’t particularly late, but Jay was asleep almost instantly.  I shuffled away, to get a better look at the man in my bed.  I never thought this day would come.
    I never thought I’d ever have a man in my bed again.  But I never even considered I’d have such a perfect man in my bed, ever.  Not in my whole life did I begin to dream someone like him would ever be interested in someone like me.
    The opportunity was impossible to resist.  I got out of bed and found my phone and turned on my bedside lamp.  There was just enough light hitting his face, and I snapped a photo before crawling back into bed beside him.
    It took a long time for me to fall asleep.  Not only was I trying to process Calvin and my promotion, I was trying to process the man next to me.  It was impossible to imagine life without him now.  He’d come out of nowhere and with no effort, found his way into my heart.

26
    I n the morning , I woke up earlier than usual but Jay was already gone.  He’d left a note stuck to the bathroom mirror, had to be somewhere, would love to be looking at what you’re looking at right now.  I plucked the note off the glass and held it to my face, inhaling it for any hint of Jay’s scent.
    What did I see?  I looked into the mirror, my hair was sticking up and the corset had twisted on my frame.  The stockings were pushed down my legs and straining at the suspenders.  But still, I couldn’t deny what he saw in me.
    I wasn’t quite ready to lose the outfit just yet.  I straightened the corset and tugged up the stockings.  It looked a little silly, with my bits bare but the ripped panties were dead at my feet.
    Without feeling the least bit silly, I went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.  As I moved to the fridge, I came face to face with the jeans.  They looked stupid, duct taped to my otherwise pretty wall.  The gooeyness of the tape was probably ruining my paint.
    As the coffee brewed, I picked at the edges with my fingers, worried that the paint would come off with it if I treated it like a bandaid.
    It took awhile, but I sipped my coffee and kept working away at it until the jeans were freed.  I held them up in front of me.  Denim.  Nowhere near as hot as satin corsets.  I put them on the counter and made some breakfast.
    I set the bowl of cereal and cup of coffee onto the table.  At first I went to sit in my usual seat, but decided it would be more fun to sit in Jay’s seat.  To have my bare pussy against the fabric that had touched him.
    I crunched the Special K between my teeth.  From this seat, I could see the kitchen.  Jay must have sat here, eating with me while trying to keep a straight face at the constant sight of the jeans on the wall.
    I put my spoon down, strode into the kitchen and tossed the jeans in the trash.  Good riddance.

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    T here was still plenty of time before I had to leave for work.  I sat around in my corset a little longer