“Like I said, whatever would be appreciated.”

She nodded.

Great.

That was done.

“Leave you alone to get back to our girls,” he muttered, pushing away from the truck.

“Right. Talk to you later, High,” she said, starting to move to round the hood of her car to get to the driver’s side door.

“Deb,” he called.

She stopped and looked back at him.

“Hope you know, want you to be happy too,” he told her.

“I know that,” she replied.

He was mildly curious when he asked, “Got any clue what’d do that?”

“Got it,” she told him. “Good job that pays well and is only a headache on occasion. Two good girls, though one can be a pain in the ass, but that’s usually only on occasion too. Really all I need, you know?”

He didn’t know.

Getting woken up with a phenomenal blowjob.

Bickering about alarm clocks.

Kittens underfoot.

Watching TV you don’t give a shit about just to make someone you love happy.

Looking forward to what that someone you love was going to wear that day because you know it’ll turn you on.

Knowing if you showed at her office, no matter who she was talking to on the phone, she’d get off it so she could get her arms around you and you could put your mouth on hers.

Working for a smile.

Then earning it.

No, he didn’t fucking know.

Not at all.

“Would want more for you, Deb,” he said gently, and had to stop his chin jerking back when he watched her face get soft.

“Some people aren’t built like others, High. It’s sweet that you’d want that for me. You’re a good man. I think that’s why we worked for as long as we did. But I’m just not built like that.” She held his eyes and her lips curved up slightly again. “Though, I’m glad, since you are, you finally got what you needed.”

“You’re a good woman, too, Deb,” he told her because she was.

And she was right.

That was why they’d worked for as long as they did.

And that was why they’d had to end it before they stopped working.

“I’d like to meet Millie one day,” she replied.

“We’ll get on that as soon as Zadie gets her shit together.”

She nodded. “That’d be good.”

“It would,” he agreed, turning to his truck. “Now be safe gettin’ home.”

“Always am.”

Without another word to her, High got in his truck, started her up, but idled until Deb was in, buckled up, and on her way.

Then he pulled out of his spot and followed her to the exit of the parking lot.

She turned left.

High turned right.

*  *  *

“Low,” she whispered, riding him hard.

He had her on her knees, torso up. He was behind her, his dick was buried inside her, his hand curved around her tit, finger and thumb pinching and pulling, and he had her toy to her clit.

She was gone.

Part of this was because she’d tortured him through a fat shrimp appetizer, a big steak dinner, and a fucking dessert, all of this wearing a clingy sweater dress that had the added temptation of having a wide collar that fell off one, the other, or both her shoulders.

So when he got her home, he’d wasted no time getting her hot, then making her hotter as he turned her over his thighs at the side of her bed, yanked up her skirt, and dove in.

He toyed with her watching her ass move, feeling her squirm, listening to her whimper then beg, and doing this with her laid out for him, another pair of thigh-highs and her brown high-heeled boots a bonus to the goodness.

Only when she’d begged had he torn off her clothes, bumping up against her repeatedly as she tore off his. He grabbed her toy and positioned her to get the rest.

And there they were and if she didn’t get there, things would get messy.

Lips to her neck watching her tits bounce as she drove herself down on his dick, he murmured, “Get yourself there, baby.”

“Low,” she whimpered, her hands moving high and low to wrap around his wrists tight.

“Take it and get yourself there,” he growled, needing her to do that in about two seconds or he’d be spent and need to use just her toy to take her there.

She bucked harder, moaning, “Oh my God.”

Fuck.

She was killing him.

“Millie—”

“Oh my God,” she breathed, letting go of his wrist at her tit and reaching back to clamp her hand in his hair as she drove down hard and started grinding.

Finally, she was coming.

Thank Christ.

He cupped her tit, tossed the toy, wrapped his arm around her belly, and held her steady to power up into her until he found it, grunting his orgasm into her neck.

He felt her breath even as his own grew steady.

Then he growled, “New rule. No fuckin’ toy when I’m away from you.”

She released his hair. “What?”

He pulled his face out of her neck and looked at her profile. “You made yourself come. Meant you could take more and take it longer. Thought my dick was gonna explode waitin’ for you to come.”

She twisted to look at him.

“Is that a problem?” she asked.

“You finish before me, Millie,” he answered with information she fucking well knew.

She grinned. “It isn’t a cardinal rule.”