By: CloudCraft9
She sat on the edge of the bed in her blue robe, the gentle touch of the cool air kissing the bare flesh beneath it. She had given up smoking when she turned twenty-five, but damn, she was sure wanting one now.
She heard the heavy heels of his boots stepping up to the bedroom door, a hard couple of knocks followed. They had known each other for three years, and he had always worn boots.
“Come in.” Jessica called out softly.
The door creaked opened slowly, and Brandon stepped in. If they had never met, if this moment was never going to happen, she might would have found him attractive.
“Damn,” he said towards her as he closed the door behind him, “you look fuckin’ fine as Hell.”
Jessica turned her brown eyes away from him, started to unfasten her robe. “Let’s just get it over with.” She growled.
“Hold up a minute,” Brandon said as he stepped towards her and put his heavy hand to her firm abdomen, “no need to rush it all, babe.”