before disappearing down the stairs, huffing.
Fuck. That was exactly the reason I liked the arrangement with Montana. No fucking drama.
Chapter 11 — Montana
I f there was one thing I hated with a passion, it was running late. But that evening, everything seemed to conspire to delay me. First it was choosing the right dress; I changed three times until I was happy with what I was wearing. Ironically, I was fully aware that I’d most likely be out of the dress in the first ten minutes after arriving. Levi had a voracious appetite for sex, and sometimes when we’d missed a night because one of us was away on a business trip, we’d practically rip one another’s clothes off and fuck like wild animals the first time we met up again.
Thankfully, I’d been to the beauty salon a day earlier and been waxed, plucked, and pampered from head to toe already. The things women go through to be beautiful. But it was totally worth it. I loved how silky soft my skin was and I knew that Levi appreciated when my pussy was smooth.
I had no doubt that tonight would be a fuckfest of epic proportions, and I could honestly not wait to see him. For some strange reason, lately my mind kept drifting to him more than usual, and I found myself missing him so much the night before that I nearly rang him for a quick get-together. In the end, I just rang to hear his voice. Even he was surprised because I never called if it wasn’t strictly about business. It was just too dangerous, and frankly, something I’d never had the need to do before.
I’d splurged on new underwear—a black satin and lace bra and matching panties and suspender belt. I twirled in front of the mirror, pleased that I’d done the seven-day cleansing diet everyone in the office raved about. Not that I had extra weight to get rid of; I just wanted to feel healthier and more energized, and I noticed that my hair and skin were glowing, too.
Carefully applying liquid eyeliner with an upward sweep at the outer corners, I waited for it to dry before I applied lashings of mascara to accentuate the blue of my eyes. Running my fingers over the row of lipsticks in the top drawer, I selected a dark crimson red. I was going all out tonight to look my best. I leaned in closer to the mirror as I outlined my lips, then filled it in with the vibrant color. Pleased, I smacked my lips together and smiled at my reflection.
Thirty-three.
Damn, I wasn’t getting younger. Narrowing my eyes, I studied my features critically for a few moments under the harsh bathroom lights. Thankfully I’d stayed out of the sun most of my life, and I could only spot a few creases at the corners of my eyes. Nothing to get paranoid about . It showed that I was real, that I’d lived a good life. It hadn’t always been like that, so to me, laughter lines were a blessing.
These years were supposed to be the prime of my life, and I intended to squeeze every bit of joy and fun out of them. I had a fantastic career, a few awesome friends, and I’d just purchased my own apartment. I had money in the bank, and on top of it all, a gorgeous man to take care of my carnal needs.
Yeah, as I said before—I was a lucky, lucky girl.
I was on track to meet and exceed my goals. I’d ticked every single item off my ambitious five-year plan two years early. How many people could boast such an achievement?
A small frown sat between my brows.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
My biological clock was ticking away, and although I’d decided years ago that I never wanted kids, I couldn’t help the panic that pushed up into my throat at the thought of getting older. The tiniest fraction of doubt entered my mind as images of mini Levi’s ran through my mind. God, the man would make beautiful babies.
No, Montana. You’re losing your shit, girl.
It’s not an option. It never was.
He’s just a fuck buddy, remember? Levi wouldn’t want babies with me either. Our setup worked for us, so why change anything? What we had was
Fuck. That was exactly the reason I liked the arrangement with Montana. No fucking drama.
Chapter 11 — Montana
I f there was one thing I hated with a passion, it was running late. But that evening, everything seemed to conspire to delay me. First it was choosing the right dress; I changed three times until I was happy with what I was wearing. Ironically, I was fully aware that I’d most likely be out of the dress in the first ten minutes after arriving. Levi had a voracious appetite for sex, and sometimes when we’d missed a night because one of us was away on a business trip, we’d practically rip one another’s clothes off and fuck like wild animals the first time we met up again.
Thankfully, I’d been to the beauty salon a day earlier and been waxed, plucked, and pampered from head to toe already. The things women go through to be beautiful. But it was totally worth it. I loved how silky soft my skin was and I knew that Levi appreciated when my pussy was smooth.
I had no doubt that tonight would be a fuckfest of epic proportions, and I could honestly not wait to see him. For some strange reason, lately my mind kept drifting to him more than usual, and I found myself missing him so much the night before that I nearly rang him for a quick get-together. In the end, I just rang to hear his voice. Even he was surprised because I never called if it wasn’t strictly about business. It was just too dangerous, and frankly, something I’d never had the need to do before.
I’d splurged on new underwear—a black satin and lace bra and matching panties and suspender belt. I twirled in front of the mirror, pleased that I’d done the seven-day cleansing diet everyone in the office raved about. Not that I had extra weight to get rid of; I just wanted to feel healthier and more energized, and I noticed that my hair and skin were glowing, too.
Carefully applying liquid eyeliner with an upward sweep at the outer corners, I waited for it to dry before I applied lashings of mascara to accentuate the blue of my eyes. Running my fingers over the row of lipsticks in the top drawer, I selected a dark crimson red. I was going all out tonight to look my best. I leaned in closer to the mirror as I outlined my lips, then filled it in with the vibrant color. Pleased, I smacked my lips together and smiled at my reflection.
Thirty-three.
Damn, I wasn’t getting younger. Narrowing my eyes, I studied my features critically for a few moments under the harsh bathroom lights. Thankfully I’d stayed out of the sun most of my life, and I could only spot a few creases at the corners of my eyes. Nothing to get paranoid about . It showed that I was real, that I’d lived a good life. It hadn’t always been like that, so to me, laughter lines were a blessing.
These years were supposed to be the prime of my life, and I intended to squeeze every bit of joy and fun out of them. I had a fantastic career, a few awesome friends, and I’d just purchased my own apartment. I had money in the bank, and on top of it all, a gorgeous man to take care of my carnal needs.
Yeah, as I said before—I was a lucky, lucky girl.
I was on track to meet and exceed my goals. I’d ticked every single item off my ambitious five-year plan two years early. How many people could boast such an achievement?
A small frown sat between my brows.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
My biological clock was ticking away, and although I’d decided years ago that I never wanted kids, I couldn’t help the panic that pushed up into my throat at the thought of getting older. The tiniest fraction of doubt entered my mind as images of mini Levi’s ran through my mind. God, the man would make beautiful babies.
No, Montana. You’re losing your shit, girl.
It’s not an option. It never was.
He’s just a fuck buddy, remember? Levi wouldn’t want babies with me either. Our setup worked for us, so why change anything? What we had was
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