Chapter 2

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I emerge from the bathroom, a towel on my head, and my body still glistening from my recent shower. Phillip seems to appear out of nowhere, wrapping his half-naked body around my naked one.

"Mmm...I think we will be late this morning."

I giggle as I am being pushed to my dressing table. Phillip, quickly, spins me around and lodges his body between my bare thighs. I can already feel the proof of his growing desire. I tilt my head to the side, as Phillip plants kisses after kisses along my neck. I push into his manhood and reach for his lips. Phillip's hands go to my ass, lifting me to place me on the edge of my dresser. I am pulling on the waistband of his boxers. Phillip is pushing his erection against me, wanting to be inside of me. I push a little on his stomach, trying to get some space between us so I can rid him of his remaining piece of clothing.

Phillip's phone rings.

He groans, and I slip my hand inside his boxers, gripping and stroking his cock.

Teasingly, I look at him, "your phone is ringing," I slowly stroke his length, "go answer it."

I grin and slip away like nothing was ever happening.

Phillip curses. He knows the moment is lost and the high probability of me getting dressed while he answers the phone.

Phillip almost shouts at the person in greeting.

"Debbie, Debbie...hi. Sorry. At work early and already off to a bad start."

I snicker while dressing.

Phillip puts his finger to his lips, indicating I should remain silent.

"Yes, it's ok, Debbie. When?"

"Ok, I will be there Wednesday afternoon."

"Sure. Anytime. You take care."

I show up as he ends the call, fully dressed.

"When?"

"Wednesday afternoon," he strips, and walks toward the shower, "I will go get her during my lunch and bring her back here. When you get home, she should be here."

"Great!" I say, sarcastically.

I follow Phillip and lean in the shower, winking at him, "see you later, handsome."

"Have a great day, sexy."

I'm out the door, with all intentions of putting my soon-to-be living arrangements to the back of my mind.

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