four days days she’d more orgasms than the last year. She had no time for anything but her job and her men. Her life was like swimming in a bowl of hot fudge. Dripping with decadence and deliciousness. If she wanted to live the fantasy, she was doing it in big, gluttonous gulps. She only prayed she didn’t end up in the hospital with food poisoning, no doctor would ever compare to her pair of paradise makers.
However, with every bit of paradise reality snuck in. Around this time every night she began wondering about the sleeping arrangements. Since their first night, they slept together in the same room. Still, with her history of men gone wrong she took nothing for granted. In her case she had two men, only doubling her chances of failure.
"Fashion." He nodded and leaned over to look at the page with her. "What's new in the world of fashion?"
"Matte nail polish and a smoky eye." She tilted the page toward him and glanced at the screen of his laptop. "What's new in the world of vintage toys?"
He paused, actually taking the time to look at what she read. Russell always paid attention, even if he had no idea what he was paying attention to, such as matte nail polish. "Nothing, they're vintage." He turned his laptop to show her an Internet auction for a 1960's racetrack.
She laughed and leaned over to see the details. The holidays were on the way, and these two men were radically different. Russell was the easiest person on the planet to buy for. All she had to do is peek at what vintage plaything interested him at the moment. Last year it was robots, and she went down to the antique district and bought him a dusty, partially working robot with a remote. The thing didn't work, which made it even better because Russell spent two months fixing it, cleaning it and fabricating parts for it.
Now Mr. Robot, as she called it, lived in the corner of his room on a little pedestal. He moved, he spoke, and he did his tricks. As a bonus Mr. Robot had the box. She learned five years ago never throw the box away. Never. She frowned trying not to remember the box she tossed. She may as well have told Russell the robot ran away from home. Boxes and toys were not kept together, that may ruin the box. Boxes were stored in bins with special things to keep moisture out and put in the garage.
The racetrack that caught his eye had the box, and she did a quick scan. "All four original cars and controllers and extra pieces of track. You will probably have to replace the brushes at the bottom of the cars so they make contact with the track."
"Oh my God." Russell let his head fall back on the pillows.
"What's wrong?" She turned to him.
"The way you're talking is turning me on." Russell flung his hand over his eyes.
"What did she say?" Jason returned to the bedroom carrying three bowls of ice cream.
"Nothing. You wouldn't get it." Russell lowered his arm and held his hand out for his treat.
"Nothing for you if you don't tell me." Jason backed up. "It's the rule, you have to tell me."
Lauren pursed her lips at the comment about the rules. Were there any for what they were doing? She would never admit it, but she even tried looking their situation up on the Internet. All she got were links to porn sites. Fine, she peeked at the porn. It gave her some ideas. After all, she was sleeping with two men.
"She acknowledged that the racetrack I'm trying to bid on has all the cars, extra tracks and needs brushes." Russell wiggled his fingers.
"Yeah, that gives me a woody." With a shrug Jason gave him the bowl. "Chocolate with chocolate chips."
"Thanks." Russell dug in.
"Butter pecan." Jason handed her the next bowl.
"Yay!" She cupped her hands around her dish. Carbs were not her concern. She figured she was getting such a great workout every night she could indulge a little.
"And a scoop of each for me." Jason bounced on the bed with
However, with every bit of paradise reality snuck in. Around this time every night she began wondering about the sleeping arrangements. Since their first night, they slept together in the same room. Still, with her history of men gone wrong she took nothing for granted. In her case she had two men, only doubling her chances of failure.
"Fashion." He nodded and leaned over to look at the page with her. "What's new in the world of fashion?"
"Matte nail polish and a smoky eye." She tilted the page toward him and glanced at the screen of his laptop. "What's new in the world of vintage toys?"
He paused, actually taking the time to look at what she read. Russell always paid attention, even if he had no idea what he was paying attention to, such as matte nail polish. "Nothing, they're vintage." He turned his laptop to show her an Internet auction for a 1960's racetrack.
She laughed and leaned over to see the details. The holidays were on the way, and these two men were radically different. Russell was the easiest person on the planet to buy for. All she had to do is peek at what vintage plaything interested him at the moment. Last year it was robots, and she went down to the antique district and bought him a dusty, partially working robot with a remote. The thing didn't work, which made it even better because Russell spent two months fixing it, cleaning it and fabricating parts for it.
Now Mr. Robot, as she called it, lived in the corner of his room on a little pedestal. He moved, he spoke, and he did his tricks. As a bonus Mr. Robot had the box. She learned five years ago never throw the box away. Never. She frowned trying not to remember the box she tossed. She may as well have told Russell the robot ran away from home. Boxes and toys were not kept together, that may ruin the box. Boxes were stored in bins with special things to keep moisture out and put in the garage.
The racetrack that caught his eye had the box, and she did a quick scan. "All four original cars and controllers and extra pieces of track. You will probably have to replace the brushes at the bottom of the cars so they make contact with the track."
"Oh my God." Russell let his head fall back on the pillows.
"What's wrong?" She turned to him.
"The way you're talking is turning me on." Russell flung his hand over his eyes.
"What did she say?" Jason returned to the bedroom carrying three bowls of ice cream.
"Nothing. You wouldn't get it." Russell lowered his arm and held his hand out for his treat.
"Nothing for you if you don't tell me." Jason backed up. "It's the rule, you have to tell me."
Lauren pursed her lips at the comment about the rules. Were there any for what they were doing? She would never admit it, but she even tried looking their situation up on the Internet. All she got were links to porn sites. Fine, she peeked at the porn. It gave her some ideas. After all, she was sleeping with two men.
"She acknowledged that the racetrack I'm trying to bid on has all the cars, extra tracks and needs brushes." Russell wiggled his fingers.
"Yeah, that gives me a woody." With a shrug Jason gave him the bowl. "Chocolate with chocolate chips."
"Thanks." Russell dug in.
"Butter pecan." Jason handed her the next bowl.
"Yay!" She cupped her hands around her dish. Carbs were not her concern. She figured she was getting such a great workout every night she could indulge a little.
"And a scoop of each for me." Jason bounced on the bed with
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