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

up my phone.  Five texts from Calvin, three new voicemails that are no doubt from Calvin and seven texts from Sam.  Unable to face dealing with Calvin, I texted Sam.

    A ll okay , had to get out of there.  Spent the afternoon in my condo being ravished by Jay ;)

    I picked up the bits of my work outfit I’d shed for Jay in the hallway, tossed them in the hamper and walked into my bedroom to straighten the bed.  I chucked some towels on the bathroom floor to soak up the remaining water.  My phone beeped.

    N eed to know more , get your ass to the bar for Friday drinks!

    S he always made me laugh .  I glanced at the phone’s clock, Sam would still be at work for another thirty minutes, meaning I had plenty of time to meet her and Jenny at the bar.  As much as I’m dying to share my afternoon with them, I can’t face a conversation with Sam about how Calvin reacted to my absence.

    N o way , Calvin might find out, besides my legs too wobbly to walk

    M y phone beeped a second later .

    G et your ass to the bar

    I shot one straight back . 

    C an’t , I’ve been used up and getting ready for more

    T he last thing I needed was for them to show up at my doorstep, demanding a tell all.  I had to find myself a thong for tomorrow.
    I sat for a moment, tapping my finger to my teeth.  Contemplating.  I texted Jay.

    I want you to fill me with your cum

    A fter I hit send I threw myself onto my bed, burying my face in my pillow.  I can’t believe I did that.  A nanosecond later my phone beeped, and my heart raced.  I was almost too scared to read the text.  Almost.

    I s this supposed to mean no more condoms?  J

    I released my breath .  Yes Jay, that is exactly what it means.  Jenny would kill me.  I didn’t care, I was on the pill.  I trusted he was clean, and I wanted to feel the silkiness of his cock against my pussy walls as he exploded into me.

    A bsolutely

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    I dug deep .  Any hint of sexy panties had sunk to the bottom of my drawer.  I piled utilitarian underwear onto the top of my dresser until I reached the long forgotten layer.
    What would Jay like?  He’d said a couple of things to make me think he’s a lingerie man.  Matt never much cared, and I’d long ago abandoned any attempt at looking sexy in favor of comfy wear.
    But I managed to find a cheap black thong I’d forgotten all about and held it up to my hips to see if it would fit me.  Surprisingly, it would.  And I had a lacy pink balcony bra to pair it with.  Happy I had a solution, I crammed everything else back in the drawer.
    Giddy, I plunked myself on the couch and flicked on another old romance movie.

20
    I showered , put on my thong and bra then looked at myself in the dreaded bathroom mirror.  The memory of Jay fucking me in front of it sent heat coursing through my veins all over again.
    I blushed at the memory and worked up the nerve to survey myself.  The bra is okay.  A pretty thing, but not necessarily a sexy one.  The thong.  Yeah.  I'll have to do a bit of trimming down there, as it is it’s a black triangle sitting on a bed of curly straw.  As long as Jay approves.  I’d run out right this minute and buy something nicer, but I don’t have the cash to spare.
    I showered, shaved, brushed my teeth.  Brushed my teeth again then dug out a bottle of long-forgotten mouthwash.  I stood in front of my closet, debating what to wear.  Jeans seemed boring.  Plus they limited his access to down there.  But every dress I pulled out seemed either too formal, too work-like, or too dowdy.
    My eyes glanced around the room and landed on the bathrobe draped over the chair.  Could I?  What would he think?  I guess I’ll find out.  I put on the thong and bra, pulled on the robe and plunked myself in front of the television to wait for his arrival.  He didn’t give me an exact time; the afternoon was a big range, and I hoped he meant sooner rather than later.
    Just past two, I buzzed Jay in.  

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