“We look at each other.
“Tell your boss you’re sick,” I say. “It’s Friday. Spend the weekend in bed with me.”
She frowns and opens her mouth, so I reach over and put my fingers on it.
“Be bad once,” I say. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
I keep my hand there until she nods. She grabs her phone, gets out of bed, and as she walks into the next room, she says something about eating a bad salad last night into her phone.
I grin at the ceiling, and then remember that I also have a boss who also expects me at nine, so I get up and make a call too.
We pretty much stay in bed for the weekend. I don’t put a stitch of clothing on the entire time, and Tessa only puts a robe on when she’s answering the door for food delivery.
That morning I eat her out on the kitchen counter and then we fuck on the kitchen floor, her knees over my shoulders.
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