Reconsidering

I snuggle with Kendra on the couch. My hands cover her breasts; my lips lazily explore her neck. “You should go get a shower, Iain,” she murmurs. “You have a lot more to do today, and you’re going to want a clean cock for it.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I say. I pry myself away from her and stand up.

“By the way,” Kendra says from behind me, mischief sparkling in her tone. I turn to look at her and see she’s grabbed her cell. “My mom did a naughty photoshoot not too long ago. She doesn’t know I snagged copies of the pictures.”

“Why did you do that?” I ask, unable to fathom it.

“Why not?” she shrugs. She doesn’t even bother looking up. “Anyway, I’ll send you one for your file so you can recognize her. Not too naughty, though,” Kendra adds wickedly. “You don’t get to recognize all of her at once. You have to work for that. A little, anyway.”

Should I ask her what she means by that? . . . Probably not. “I’ll let myself out.”

*******

I enter my apartment second-guessing myself. I know I decided to be professional and just go in strict order, but . . . after Kendra, I’m not sure I can stick to that.