Happy Birthday from Kay Cannon

Dear Work Wife,

I hope you know what you mean to me, and that you feel extra special and spoiled on your birthday, because you deserve every bit of it.  You're really one of a kind, and I feel lucky just to know you, let alone all of the rest...

I love you,
K

I did my best to conjure up a little something for you in the way of Art Affairs. We'll call this little 'insert' Getting Caught. Please forgive the rustiness and lack of beta'g.

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I never told Jake that it was Alice we’d run into at the restaurant. He knew me well enough to get that she wasn't someone I’d wanted to see. But when he’d asked, I tried to shrug her off as an old friendship that no longer existed. He didn't push, but I had to dig deep for him to believe that the encounter wouldn't steer us off path.

I couldn’t tell him, as he eagerly rushed us passed the nightlife of trendy LA hipsters, through the warm and relatively still evening air, and back to his apartment so we could finish what I’d started in our little dark booth, under the table, that it would be the last time he’d get to touch me. Kiss me. See me.

I couldn’t tell him, because I wasn’t ready to admit it to myself.

I needed more time, even if just a little.

He walked half a step ahead of me the entire time, due both to his impatience and longer strides, resulting from our height difference. I was obnoxiously tall for a woman, at 6’2, but he had me by a good 5 inches. Normally, I’d walk a little quicker to keep up, but I needed the moment for composure.

Starting tomorrow I could think about what I had to do. Starting tomorrow I could fix my fucked up life. Tonight, I needed Jacob.

I needed him too much to wait.

We got to the doorway of his apartment and before he could shove his mammoth hand into his tight denim pocket, I grabbed it and turned him around to face me. At first, his eyes were wide and burning. I could see every image of what he might do to me once we were alone, whirling in his mind.

Then, they softened. “What’s up, Lee?”

He was so fucking beautiful, like the kind of men they put on the cover of romance novels, except that he was real and not nearly as soft as the pansies they wrote about in those things. Big brown eyes with strong cheek bones, a squared jaw, and luscious hair. I probably wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it for myself.

That, or I’d assume he was some vapid, womanizing, piece of beef with a quarter of a brain.

But not my Jacob. Well, not the Jacob that I was about to let go of, who never really should have been mine in the first place, since I could never really be his.

“Leah, what’s going on?”

“Shhhh…” I leaned in and kissed him, slow at first. And then, as the realization continued to sink into me, layer by layer – what it felt like to be this close to him, breathe in his sent and feel each curve of the lines in his chest, arms, abs and hips, and for his uniquely gentle even while urgent kiss to press into my lips, contrasting the near crush of his intensely solid body against mine – that I would never know this again, I lost it.

The desperation of the first time wasn’t shit compared to how I felt now. No, I definitely couldn't wait. I couldn’t afford to lose a single minute.

“Baby…” he tried, but I smothered his words. Talking was not the priority. Jake inside of me; that’s what was important.

I heard the word ‘inside’ half-way escape through his lips, before he finally stopped hesitating and resisting, and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back enough to expose my neck. Jacob had the last apartment in a long hallway that bent off to the side. It was the reason why his windows wrapped around the entire front half of his apartment, with him being in a corner unit. Someone would have to either be lost, or really trying to see us.

But that might not stop them from hearing us.

He unsnapped the top, medium sized, circle fasten from my button-up black dress, and I felt his tongue slide down my breast, past the trim of my bra and right over my nipple. The friction in my scalp began to ease as he freed my loose hair, to slide his hands up my thighs.

He shoved me away, and my heart sunk. I knew he was going to make me talk, or tell me I was crazy for not letting him open the door. He was going to ask me what the hell had gotten into me.

I was wrong. Always so wrong.

Instead, he turned us both until I was facing the door, and he was behind me. I fell into the steel, as his body came into contact with back. With his hands still on my hips, I felt my dress inch up and his lips landed on my neck, just as his fingers moved passed my thong and began rolling over my clit.

I was so wet, turned on by the man, the risk, and the urgency; but I refused to cum this way. My hand flew away from the door, around my back, and to his jeans. I nearly tore them open, taking his dick and massaging his need right out of him.

I looked back, and he met me with a kiss so deep a moan spilled from me. He pressed me further into the door as a warning, and then left my clit to flip the back of my dress up, exposing the bottom curve of my ass. I let go of him and grabbed at the wall for support.

His lips parted from mine just as my thong was, again, pushed aside and pussy was spread open for him, and I clawed for something that wasn’t there, trying to release the tension that was swelling all over. The bitter sweet pain of having Jake exactly where I wanted and needed, for one last time – him filling me in a way that only he ever had or could and me never ever wanting him to stop.

How could I do this? Any of this?

I gradually thawed, as he moved inside of me. I let myself get lost in the movement, memorizing everything about it. The sound of his breath as his pleasure grew. The drops of his sweat that landed on my exposed shoulder. The way his hands felt as they grabbed at my thighs and roamed over my breasts.

He pinched at my nipple, as his momentum sped, and the control I’d been maintaining started to wane. His other hand moved from my thigh, back up to my clit and I unraveled. My panting grew louder and no amount of Jacob imprinting me into the door could calm me.

He pulled me further into him, finding his way deeper inside of me and it was all I could do not to more than whimper as I began to roll into what was clearly going to be the best orgasm I’d ever had, even with him. He was riding me so hard that my ass was slapping into his hips. I couldn’t hear past our commotion and the thumping in my ears to know if we were still alone, and I didn’t give flying fuck. As he spilled into me, I knew that nothing else mattered, tonight.

Nothing but being with Jacob.


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