Chapter 5
IN MY BEDROOM, we finished our wine, undressed, and crawled into bed. When we were finally sated, I said, “It just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it?”
“No argument there. Why don’t you take an overnight bag with you to work in the morning?”
“Why would I do that?”
“So you can come over to my house directly from work.”
“I’ll probably have a briefcase full of paperwork to deal with.”
“How long will that take?”
“A couple of hours, more or less.”
“Good. Come to my house after work. We’ll do a quickie, then you can take your briefcase into my den while I fix dinner.”
“Deal.”
We were both out the door by six thirty—after an early morning romp in my bed. I threw an overnight bag in my car, along with the clothes I would wear to work, and headed to the Y.
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