Perry Cox laid on a bed, a sleeping blond on his chest and long female legs intertwined with his.
This was getting strange.
He didn't exactly like Elliot but after everything that happened between them she seemed bearable.
He enjoyed her reactions, how mindless and submissive she got the moment his hands were on her.
After their first encounter she even got quieter when she saw him. It made his working hours so much better.
Of course it helped that she was attractive and responsive.
He always loved it when his partner was so tired and high from orgasm that she could hardly move anymore – it was an ego thing.
And it was something Jordan always denied him just because she knew how much he enjoyed it.
Elliot didn't have this problem, she slept like the dead and cuddled to him as if he was a giant teddy bear. He had tried to get out of her death grip but a) Barbie was a lot stronger than she looked and b) despite everything he didn't hit women or got rough with them. At least not as long as he didn't know for sure they wouldn't enjoy that.
His mind wandered to the unexpected problem he had to decipher: Heather.
She was very careful, but she made sure that he and Barbie ended up in bed together.
He wasn't an idiot, he had functioning eyes and saw it plain as the day. The first night, that had been different, but the moment she realized that they already knew each other he saw the little devilish glint in her eyes. He had seen it often enough in Jordan and even in himself to recognize it.
He wanted to know why she did that.
He had his ideas but that couldn't really be her plan...
And the next interesting question, Heather was scheduled to leave tomorrow evening. If Perry was right about her motivations that didn't give her much time.
Barbie distracted his thoughts. She purred as if she was a cat.
The purring was gentle, just a little bit louder than a sigh. And she smashed her nose into his chest, sleeping peacefully and cuddling up and around him.
An unbidden thought came to Perry. He was beginning to enjoy that.
Jordan looked around the apartment, her eyes pinched together, eyebrows wrinkled up.
She had hoped they were here in his home so she could come in and cause a big scene. And to squish this little uppity Heather woman. She had to understand that just because they were divorced that didn't mean Perry was free. She had plans to always disrupt his life when it seemed he began to enjoy it.
The arrangement they had had worked fine for both of them, kept her ex in line and unhappy: it had been perfect.
The only thing Jordan got out of her trip to PerPers home was needing a new Botox treatment.
She was definitely angry.
Percival Ullyses Cox laid on the bed and just knew were his ex would be at the moment. She was so predictable in her own diabolical way. He had never really denied her before. First point, he really liked sex, second point, it just wasn't worth it to deny her anything she really wanted.
There had been the time she surprised him while he was busy with Mildred from accounting. She was never the same after facing the sharp tongue of Jordan. And he wasn't talking about the fun application of this tongue either.
In his inner mind he could see her throwing things around and slashing his furniture.
She would be furious.
Perry felt the soft purring against his chest and the warm body around his. He smiled.
After getting one review the last chapter and the decline in hits I'm not sure if I will continue this story anymore. I realize of course that this is not the standard pairing and therefore not read that much but I expected at least a bit more feedback. - antra