This chapter is more of a filler, but the information will be relevant later in the story.
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"I was thinking of getting a tattoo," I say quietly. Eric's chest rises behind me, and his arms wrap around my sweaty body. I lean back against him, allowing his lips to plant kisses on my neck.
"Where?" I smirk, knowing that he would not protest.
"Where would you suggest?"
Our legs curl over one another beneath the covers in the dark. I watch the stars shimmering through the window in the night sky. If anything is better than make-up sex, it is the conversation that happens afterwards.
His breath is hot on my bare shoulder, "Here." His fingers graze the left side of my collarbone, "Something trailing along here."
"Oh," I smile, inspiration hitting my brain. There is a variety of tattoos to choose from then. For some reason, I think of birds. I tilt my head to the side, his lips meeting mine before I have a chance to say anything.
"Ready for round two?" he whispers. I smile against his lips, letting him crawl on top of me.
"I'm tired," I moan, shutting my eyes as he gets busy kneading my breasts. There is a low growl at the back of his throat.
"Man up," he says.
I giggle when his fingers graze my hips. He registers my body twitching and does it again, this time on purpose, "Don't start."
His lips curl up into a smile before he kisses me again. I wrap my legs around him, his hard cock poking at my entrance. I've learned to expect a second love-making session. It is just how it goes with us.
I arch my back as he slides in, breathing on my face. The room is hushed and the only thing I can hear is our heartbeats and the laboured breathing. Eric hides his face in my neck, smile pressing against my skin.
After it is all over, we both seem to sink into the mattress. My eyelids droop, blocking the view of the bedroom ceiling. I feel Eric nuzzling my shoulder, his body getting heavier.
He whispers, "I'm off work tomorrow."
"Hmm?" I open my eyes, not certain why he would say that.
"We could do something," his lips meet mine. I blink away the sleep and stare at him.
"You're off work?"
He nods.
"Why?" this causes him to grin, "I mean… you always work. Why would you- "
"Let's call this a promotion," he answers, snaking his arms around me, "The meetings went well today. I'm expected to earn more soon," more? He's practically a millionaire, "And my schedule became flexible."
I am about to ask about my job as a secretary, but then I remember what I wanted to tell him.
"Eric," I begin.
"We should go on holiday," he proposes.
"Yeah, but listen," I smirk, "I don't want to work for you… it's weird."
His eyebrows furrow momentarily, but he does not seem hurt, "Bit random. Why would you say that?"
Unsure whether it is sleep or something else that has made me so brazen, I plough on, "It's not random… I just want to have a job that gives me my own identity. I don't want to work for you forever," his face does not change so I add, "No offence."
He smiles and lays his head on the pillow, "Let's talk about this tomorrow, okay? I'm far too tired."
In the morning, he is up before the sun. I almost throw a pillow at him. It's not like he must go to work…
When I hear a humming treadmill in the other room, I scramble out of bed, pull on my dressing gown and follow the sound. The light of the room blinds me as I enter, so I bring both hands up to my eyes.
His heavy thudding steps slow down until I know that his feet have hit the ground. I try to look at him through the gap in my fingers, only making out a buff figure.
"Can you please go back to bed?" I whisper-yell, backing up to the doorframe.
Eric grabs my hips and pulls until we are both back in the bedroom. I look up at him, noticing how sweat glistens on his forehead and arms. Most of his chest is exposed as he is wearing a loose vest. I yawn, barely making out what he is saying.
"What?"
"I'll be done in a few reps," he repeats, kissing my forehead.
I roll my eyes, "Can't you take a break and come back to bed? You're not going to get fat if you miss one day of exercise."
His head shakes in the dark. I know that he is smiling, "Go back to bed," he orders, "I'll be done in a few reps."
The rest of the night/ morning is a bit of a blur, so I don't remember what happened when I wake up at 6:50am. I look over to my right and see that Eric is next to me- fast asleep. That's a good sign. He could have been making breakfast by now, but I guess I got my way this time.
I smile and lean into him, sighing when his arm squeezes around me, "Morning," he murmurs in his husky morning voice. I press my face against his chest and inhale. Aftershave.
"Good morning," I reply, wincing at how hoarse my voice sounds. His deep chuckle bounces through me as he pulls me closer. I clear my throat, "Are you still staying home today?"
It's a good idea to double check. He is so indecisive.
"Yeah," he slurs, one hand going to rub the bridge of his nose.
"Can you take me somewhere?" I ask, grinning. He grins back and leans into peck my lips.
"Yes," his eyes are more and more awake by the second, "Where did you have in mind?"
I shrug because I honestly have no idea, "We can pick Violet up after school and go out for dinner."
"Really? Is that the plan?"
I feel his hands running up and down my back, "Do you disagree?"
"No," there is amusement in his smirk, "I like it when you take charge."
"Do you?" I giggle, twitching when he starts tickling me, "Stop it!"
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