Day off 1
She lazily rolled out of bed the next morning. She rubbed her eyes sluggishly , shielding them against the intruding rays of the sun with her other hand.
"Damn!" She exclaimed. Her whole body was aching to stupor, given the fact that she was exercising fervently the whole night. Alex was nowhere to be found, 'where the hell do men even take their energy from?'
She checked the time, it was already a quarter to 7am. She knew she had to hurry up or else she'd be late for work.
Deep down, she just wanted to lay in bed all day and cuddle, well maybe have great sex too, but she had to work. Staying at home won't give her money…
She wore one of Alex's Boxers and his shirt, grabbed her purse from the table and was about to head downstairs when she paused in her tracks.
Last night, as usual, they had great sex over and over. From the car to the couch, to the bathroom and finally in the bedroom. She couldn't keep track of how many times he banged her...but given the fact that her cunt felt this sore, then it's probably a miracle that she did not pass out. But one thing she couldn't forget is that every time they seem to make love, she'd always wake-up to a video.
She halted her steps as that memory flashed through her mind. She hurriedly ramshackled through her purse to fetch her phone.
She nervously swiped through her phone to messages when she didn't see any pop up notification as usual.
She still held her breath in anticipation as she checked through her video gallery, just to make sure there's nothing. When she had scrutinized the contents of her phone and was sure that it was all clean, she heaved a huge sigh of relief.
"He really did keep his word huh?" She bit on her lower lip, as she tapped the phone in her hand. She couldn't help but blush. "Maybe I was wrong…. Maybe he's a gentleman." She reasoned aloud.
"What do we have here?" Lara asked with a huge smile on her face as she strolled towards Alex in the kitchen.
"Good morning, beautiful. How was your night?" He asked as he wiped his hands on his epron.
"Good morning. My night was erotic, and you know it. She replied seductively. I can't believe you are the culprit behind this assaulting aroma. Hmmm… I can't wait to taste your cooking. It smells awesome." She said as she deeply inhaled one of the dishes on the kitchen table.
"You taste great, babe." Alex said as he approached her and kissed her passionately on the lips.
Seeing her descend with his shirt on her, only stirred up his thirsty hormones once more. He knew that she'd probably be super sore from last night, but he so wanted to have her bent over right here on the kitchen table.
He sucked on her still swollen lips, grabbed her butt and squeezed on her soft cheeks.
She kissed him back and wrapped her hand around his neck.
"Do you know how provocative you look right now?" He asked seductively in between kisses.
"I gotta _ go _ to _ work." She managed to say, even though his mouth seemed to be glued to hers. She didn't want him to stop, but they had to break it off.
He slowly released her like an obedient puppy. "At least eat what I made, would you?"
She blushed. "Of course."
He pulled back the chair for her as she took her seat at the table.
"Thank you." She whispered.
There was nothing out of the ordinary on the table.
She took a bite on the chocolate sheet pancakes. "This tastes so different, hmmm… I love it!" She said with a stuffed mouth.
"You love just the meal or you love the person who made it?" Alex learned close to her and whispered teasingly, with an annoying wink and his signature grind.
She choked on her food. 'Did he just say love?' her brain went haywire.
"Are you ok?" He asked innocently. "Reason why they say, *no talking during meals* huh? I'm sorry." He said politely as he handed her a glass of milk.
"Thanks." She took the glass without sparing him a glance. Her face was all blushed up. He noticed it too, but decided to pretend like he didn't see anything.
The atmosphere was a little awkward, but they managed to keep a casual conversation.
Her heart wouldn't stop beating after he mentioned the "L" word. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary though, but that was her greatest fear__ falling in love. She just wanted great sex with the same dick though.
She hurriedly munched on her breakfast, keeping in mind that she was running out of time already. But damn… this meal was worth the time.
"Thank you so much, you are a great cook." She complimented, as she placed her empty plate in the sink.
"You are the first to say that. I'll let it sink in. But why are you in such a hurry?"
She turned and looked at him a little bit confused and surprised at the same time. " Are you kidding me? I have to go to work, plus I'm almost running out of time." She replied, not sure whether he actually didn't remember.
"Why don't you call and request the day off?"
"On what grounds?"
"That you are not feeling too well, or something…" he replied nonchalantly.
"Firstly, we don't get days off, secondly, if we must, then it'll be cut from our salary. I don't want that." She explained as she quickly poured herself a glass of water. Lara wasn't the type to sacrifice her money for a guy, a guy she barely knows, a guy that both of them enjoy great sex_period.
"Miracles happen ok, just try it, or I'll do it." He threatened.
She choked on her water. 'probably a day of choking huh?' her mind was at it again. She stared at him with her eyes wide open, she was speechless. ' He's crazy, isn't he? Yea, he gotta be crazy.'
"See, you work a lot, you need some time to rest and flex." He pulled her closer, so that their bodies touched.
He felt her nipples brushed on his chest through the light shirts both of them had on. He had taken off the apron already. This little contact caused his already hard dick to become harder.
She felt his hardness as he pulled her to him. She knew that she had to get away right now, firstly because she'd be late and secondly because she was still super swollen down there.
