EroticReverie

(for some reason this didnt post , so this is chapter four..AFTER already getting chapter five., whomp whomp)

Laurel Lockwood - One week later

"Morrrrniiiing" I sing song as I walk in the front door to Jace's becah house, holding the little cup carrier with two coffee and a brown back with a few different pastries. 

Normally when I get here, Jace is already up, and dressed like he's going INTO work, instead of working from home. And he always already has a large cup of coffee from a little shop in town and a half eaten pastry on a plate in the kitchen. So , today I got up extra early, and decided to bring his coffee TO him, along with the pastries. 

"Jace?" I call out as I walk in. The sun is just coming up and I wonder if maybe I got here TOO early, so I decide to shut my mouth and let the man sleep. 

"Oops." I say softly and walk through the house and into the massive kitchen. Placing the coffees and the pastries on the counter. 

It was a bit chilly out this morning so Id thrown a hoodie over my plain heather grey t shirt, and black leggings. Since I wanted to get him his coffee, I didnt put much time into my hair or makeup. In fact I wasnt wearing any at all, and my hair was currently down. 

I take the hair tie off my wrist and snatch my long blonde hair up into a nest of a bun ontop of my head and then hum along to the song that's running through my head from my drive in the car and pluck a croissant from the bag and a small plate from the cabinet and grab my coffee. 

Jace insisted I make myself at home here. And it has been surprisingly easy to do. It's only been a week of coming here, and I usually spend half the day here before he insists I go and "Enjoy summer" and "hang with friends" "do teenager stuff" . I keep telling him he's not paying me to enjoy summer and he insists I've been working plenty hard around the house and that it's fine. And I really HAVE been working hard. The place wasnt dirty, but to keep up a place like this, was a lot of work. After the first few days of spending hours getting rid of the initial layers of dust that had been collecting on everything from not being in use. It made the run through of upkeep dusting far easier. 

Today I was going to tackle the fancy tiles in the bathrooms and the grout, I'd even bought special scum spray and scrubbers. I was oddly excited to get to those tiny little grime filled lines. I liked being in this house, I liked being around Jace too. I liked helping him, even if he's paying me to do it. 

I jump when I hear the back door open, and hear heavy brething and the door shuts loudly and I look up.

"I'm in the-" my mouth hangs open slightly as I watch Jace , shirtless, in nothing but black jersey shorts that are hanging off his hips, ....socks...and sneakers. That's it. That's all folks. And the rest of him is covered only in sweat. I feel my pussy light a fucking torch to carry in honor of the sigh before me. Jace Janeski....is fucking hot. I knew that already. I knew he was a good looking guy, but ...shit. The mans body is in better shape than guys my age...okay..he's only thirty two...but...yum. Fucking yum. He startles slightly and pauses when he sees me. 

"SHIT" he says with a jump and slaps his large manly man hand to his manly man chest, and it drags down his manly man sweaty slicked torso to that manly man happy trail of hair below his belly button. Oh boy. 

"Shit, you scared me" he says and laughs and walks over, as if the sight of him is no big deal. Has this man looked in a fucking mirror? I can't even think. 

"I um...coffee..." I say and lift my cup in my stupified state. 

He pauses and sets his airpods on the counter and looks at my cup and then the pastry on the plate, the bag, the carrier with his coffee in it. 

"You brought me coffee?" He asks with a grateful smile and reaches over and grabs his from the carrier. 

"yeah" I say, blinking. Dear lord. I  think I'm over heating. I feel like a fucking furnace looking at Jace Janeski post run, or post jog, or post, whatever the hell it is he was doing to make him sweat like that. 

"Mmm" he groans as he takes a sip of the coffee.

"Fuck, it's even better when someone delivers it to you." he says with a smile and looks at me. I come back to earth, slightly anyways. And smile. 

"Thank you Laurel." he says and walks over and places a hand on my shoulder and leans down and places a kiss on the top of my head. 

"You didnt have to do this. I'll give you the money for it." he says and sets down his coffee and takes his hand from my shoulder and takes the bag. 

"Oh wait...is this for me?" he asks, seeming embarrassed for assuming.

I nod with a smile. "Yeah, it's...you...for you" I nod again and he smiles, seemingly unaware that I feel like a drooling cartoon as I visually violate this mans form with my eyes. 

My eyes drop to his waist, to...oh fuck. There's a slightly outline of his dick imprint under the shorts and I nearly fucking moan. I tear my eyes away before he catch me.

I set down my coffee. "I'm gonna start cleaning!" I sing song and go to move. 

He's already taking a bite out of a danish.

"You didnt even eat your danish" he says around a mouth full of pastry. 

I turn and look at my untouched danish. 

"Oh, I um..." I put my hand on my stomach. "I forgot I already ate. " I say and laugh and thunk the bottom of my palm on my forehead as if Im just a fucking silly little goose. 

His brow cocks and he smiles at me. 

"You dont have to start right now, come on, sit with me, drink your coffee at least." he says and nods to my cup.

"I uh...i'm saving it for later" I say and he cocks his head. 

"Why are you acting werid?" he asks. 

"I'm not...I...it's early...im not fully awake yet." I say and he studies me as he takes another bite of his danish and licks his lips. It's not sexual, but god, isnt it though? Isnt everything and anything he could do right now, going to be sexual when he's dripping sweat and has those shorts hanging on his hips like that?! The dick imprint! Good lord hte dick imprint. Dont look. Dont look. DONT LOOK. I scold myself as I keep my eyes on his and smile. 

"See ya!" I say and turn. 

"Laurel" he laughs. 

"See you for lunch!" I say and keep walking. 

"You're being weird!" he yells.

"YOU are being weird!" I say jokingly and hear him laugh and keep my ass fucking moving. 

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Not even thirty minutes passes as I'm on my hands and knees, hoodie long gone, sweating as I scrub these fucking tiled till the grout is as white as Jace Janeski's perfect teeth. You can NOT have a crush on your BOSS. You can not have a crush on a widowed thirty two year old man Laurel! I keep repeating to myself. This man is not even interested ANYWAYS, so knock it off ovaries! I scold my body for the way it reacts to him. You too. I hiss at my vagina in my mind. 

I hear the water start to run through the house, knowing he's in the shower now and I whimper to myself, because now...now im picturing that lucky water running down that mans body, over his handsome face, and down his perfect torso, and those arms, and that happy trail....those hip lines.....that cock. God, he looked....generously endowed. Maybe I needed to find a new hook up, maybe THAT was my problem. I was so used to hookups with shit bag Alex nearly every night and every day, that I was going through a sex withdrawl. I needed to get laid. THAT was my problem. 

"Oh my fucking god" I stop scrubbing as my pussy relentlessy aches for the vision of Jace Janeski at that kitchen counter. 

"Fucking, fine!" I say like a crazy person , talking to my own vagina as I throw down the srubber and push off the floor , and take off the cleaning gloves and wash my hand and then shut the bathroom door, and slide my hand down my pants as I lean against the wall in the bathroom. 

"Fuck" I exhale and whimper at my own touch. God, he's beautiful. I bite my lip, picturing his smile as he studied me while I stammered like an idiot. He's slightly laugh when he told me I was being weird. 

"fuck" I moan as I rub my clit and then bite my lip. 

God, I cant believe I was getting myself off to Jace Janeski in his own house. But i wouldnt be able to focus unless I just got off, and gave my vagina what she wanted. Because she wasnt going to stop unless I satisfied the dirty thoughts I was having of bathing that man with my tongue. 

I hear the water stop and I rub my clit faster, fucking panting as I get myself to cum a few seconds later and tremble as my pussy throbs and pulses with my orgasm, gasping at how hard I fucking cum, my legs fucking wobbling as I still my hand and exhale, breathing hard, cursing.

"You fucking pervert" I scold myself as I suffer from post orgasm guilt of getting off to Jace. He'd probably be fucking horrified. 

I wash my hands again and get the fuck back to work. 

The tiles look fucking brand new when Im done, and I move to the next the bathroom.

Two hours later after finishing the third bathroom shower. Jace calls my name, and thankfully my vagina doesnt melt at the sound of it. 

"Laurel! Lunch!" he calls and I wipe my hair back from my face, the loose strands sticking to my warm face. I was slightly sweating from how much damn elbow grease I'd put into that last bathroom. I wash my hands , my fingers slightly pruny from the gloves and I scrunch my nose. 

"Blech" I say, and study my nails, my nail polish chipping already. I splash some water on my face and pat it dry and then make my way downstairs. 

"I got Mazzy's, that okay?" he asks as I walk into the kitchen and see him taking the two large deli sandwiches out of the takeout bag. I nod and walk over and he smiles at me. 

"Workin hard up there?" he asks , he smiles and then lifts a hand and casually just brushes the littel wisps of hair behind my ear and then drops his hand as I step back.

"I'm all sweaty." I say as an excuse for my reaction. I dont want him to think I dont want him touching me. 

"sorry." he says with an apologetic smile and dip of his chin. 

"No, it's okay...I just...dont want you to get seeat on your fingers before eating." I say and he smiles. 

"I'll survive." he says and unwraps my sandwich first and puts it on a plate and pushes it over to me and I smile at him. 

"thanks" I say and he nods and then unwraps his. 

"You want water?" I ask and he nods. 

"Yes please" he says and I turn and walk to the fridge grabbing us both waters. I go to twist off the top on one, but can't get it and give a little huff and then grab the other and try that one, and for some reason can't get that one either. 

"I got it." I say as Jace reaches for it and I turn and he laughs as I block him from grabbing it and try to twist it again.

"What the...hell...do they...mpfh...super glue these things on?!" I growl between my attempts as he laughs. 

"Laurel...give me the water" he laughs. 

"No!" I squeak as I keep trying and he laughs harder.

"Babe , give me the water" he says and I pause. Did he just....

There's silence.

I turn slowly and look at him and he's rubbing a hand over the back of his head.

"That slipped. You're just...around a lot you know?" he says. I nod and set down the water. 

"Yeah" I say and he sighs. 

"Shit, I made it weird, i'm sorry." he says and winces. 

"It's....fine." I say and shake my head. 

"Better than other things you couldve called me." I laugh slightly and shrug. 

He cocks his brow. 

"Rather be called babe, than bitch" I mutter, thinking of Alex.

"Why the hell would I call you that?" he says and I look at him and smile and shake my head. 

"Not you. Sorry, I'm just...forget it." I say. 

Because , I missed being "babe" to someone. or "baby" or some other pet name. Alex had plenty of names for me, but his favorites were degrading ones, which, are hot in the moment, but he also used them when NOT inside of me, and that...yeah...not so hot. My previous exes did a lot of the pet names, and I missed it. It was cheesy as hell, but I missed it so much. 

"Who the hell is calling you a bitch Laurel?" he asks and I lift my eyes. He's mad. He's offended FOR me. 

"Nobody anymore. It's fine." I say and shake my head. 

"That guy you're with?" he asks.  "The one whose house you were at when I call you that night?" he asks and I shrug.

"I'm not with him, I never was, and I'm not even ...hanging out with him anymore. He's an ass." I say with another shrug. 

Jace takes my water, and opens it so fucking easily, and I sigh as he sets it down.

"Good, because anyone who talks to you like that doesnt deserve to breathe the same fucking air as you Laurel." he says angrily and I give him a little smile. 

"It's fine." I say as he gets more worked up. 

"No it's not. It's really not. And i ...I want to fucking..." he grits his teeth.

"Listen to me" he says and looks me dead in the eyes. 

"Dont ever let a guy talk to you like that. Not ever. You dont deserve to be talked to like that. No self respecting man would talk to any woman that way. I dont care if it's...Harry Styles." he says and I laugh , my eyes on him. 

"Are you listening to me sing while I clean Jace?" I laugh. 

"of course." he smiles. "It's soothing." 

"I sound like a dying bird" I laugh and he shakes his head. 

"No you don't" he argues. 

"Okay Jace" I laugh and roll my eyes. 

"Im serious...i love listening to you while I work....why do you think I tell you to keep cleaning the rooms near my office?" he says with a smile and I dip my chin slightly and lower my lashes and blush slightly. 

"Stop it, im blushing." I say and lift my hands to my cheeks. 

"Yeah, it's cute, I like it" he says and I lift my eyes back to him. 

"Don't hide it." he says, and lifts his hands, taking mine from my cheeks and makes me blush further and I dip my chin lower and he takes a finger under my chin and tilts it up and turns my face to his and smiles at me.

"quit hiding it...it's adorable when you blush" he smiles. And i'm so fucking confused. Because he says things that are flirty sometimes, but yet he doesnt say it with the inflection in  his tone that he's TRYING to flirt with me. 

Maybe he's just saying NICE things to you Laurel. Havent you ever had a guy just be fucking NICE to you? Clearly not! I argue with myself in my head. 

 "wow, how red are they are gonna get?" he teases and I swat his hand and cover my cheeks again and he laughs. 

"hey" he says and his hands are pushing back my littel hairs aroudn my hair line and he gently titls my head again to look up at him. 

"I mean it....dont let anyone talk to you that way, okay?" he says and then drops his hands to my shoulder, taking them from my head. I nod. 

"Promise?" he tilts his head and narrows his eyes and I smile at him and nod once.

"Promise." I answer and he smiles.

"Good. Now let's eat, im fucking starving." he says and drops his hands from shoulders and grabs our plates.

"Get the waters?" he asks politely.

"Mhm" I nod and grab them and swallow hard as I try to convince myself to stop over analyzing this friendship with my boss. To stop wanting his kindness and politeness and playful teasing to be more than what it is. Because I told myself I would help Jace find his next soulmate, and I doubt he thought that was me.