Jo

The morning after.

With Lena, it'd been important to me. Every single one.

I remembered our first morning after- I'd made cinnamon rolls, and also made a complete fool out of myself while sitting across from her.

My goal this morning was to make cinnamon rolls, good ones, but hold the making a fool of myself.

I told Fred I'd be in late, because I wanted to have a nice breakfast with her. I wanted to talk over coffee and poorly executed cinnamon rolls.

I checked the oven for what felt like the hundredth time, letting out a sigh. They weren't cooking fast enough, and I wanted to have them set out on a plate before she came downstairs.

I poured us two cups of coffee, making sure to pour our creamer in. We went through three bottles of creamer a week with our habits.

I placed them on the bar, opening the oven. I stuck a fork inside and dipped it inside one of the cinnamon rolls, smiling when I realized they were finally done.

There was another upside to moving- hopefully a faster oven.

I pulled the tray out and placed it on the counter, giving them a second to cool before placing them on one of the decorative plates we'd gotten as a wedding gift.

I drizzled some icing on them, chewing on my bottom lip as I focused on placing the same amount on each one. I looked up when I saw her standing in front of me.

"I was almost done," I said, smiling as I placed the icing on the counter.

"Cinnamon rolls?" She asked, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Hopefully they're better this time around."

She smiled, tilting her head over. "I can't believe you remembered."

"How could I forget?" I asked, sliding the plate towards her.

She sat on a stool, watching my every move.

"Good morning," I greeted, picking up a cinnamon roll. I held it up to her mouth and she kept her eyes glued to mine as she bit into it.

"Good morning," she said, as soon as she got it chewed and swallowed.

"Is it good?" I asked, grinning down at her.

She smiled, nodding. "Much better this time around."

"Ah, that's what I was going for."

"You forgot one thing," she said, taking a sip of her coffee.

I looked over at her as I bit into mine.

"The inedible bacon."

I chuckled, nodding. "You know, it takes a lot for me to attempt bacon because of that."

She laughed, nodding. "I know."

I rested my elbows on the island, biting down on my lip. I admired her face, and the one subtle love bite I'd placed on her neck.

I stood upright, walking over to her. I brushed her hair away from her neck, pressing a kiss to her skin. "Did you rest well?"

She nodded, and I could see her hand tightening around her coffee cup.

I continued pressing kisses to her neck, my eyes glued to her hand as I covered hers with my own. "Be careful, that cup didn't do anything to you."

She tilted her head over, parting her plump lips. "Jo."

I used both of my hands to reach under her shirt and grab her waist, holding her close to me. "I think we both know why you slept well."

She nodded, wrapping her arm around my neck. She stroked my hair and pushed her body against mine.

"You should make love to me more often," she whispered, her eyes meeting mine.

I pressed my cheek against her temple, smiling. "Every night."

We both jumped when she knocked her coffee cup over, spilling her coffee on the counter.

"Shit," she sighed, and I pulled away from her.

"I'll clean that up," she innocently said, looking up at me as I grabbed a few paper towels.

"It's okay," I said, "my mess, you know."

She grinned, nodding. "Yeah, that was all your fault."

~*~

Alexis

"Can you stop complaining?"

Fred shook his head, looking away from me.

"And take the sunglasses off," I said, pulling his sunglasses off of his face.

"Lex," he said, "that was my cover."

"Yes, sunglasses, a perfect disguise," I said, dropping them in my purse, "and not to mention, you're with me. Your wife."

He looked down at me. "Can we please make this quick?"

"What else did you have to do today?" I asked, "nothing. You're really struggling, having to help your wife pick out lingerie. I'll keep you in my prayers."

We weaved through the tons of people crowding the top floor of the rather lively mall. I was quite surprised at the crowd, it was mid-day, and a weekday at that. I wouldn't have dared come after work or on the weekend.

"Is this the store?" Fred asked, pointing to Victoria's Secret.

"No," I said, "I stopped wearing that when we were in high school."

"You wore that when we were in high school?" He grimaced, looking down at me.

"Yep," I said, "sported a lace teddy and my daddy tattoo every night."

He bit back a smile. "Funny."

"Here's my place," I said, beaming up at the store in front of us.

"This looks like it's going to severely injure my wallet."

"Oh, come inside," I said, tugging at his arm, "I promise. There's hot models on the posters."

"I don't give a shit about the models on the posters, I have a hot wife."

"I'm just saying, you've got good reason to come inside. That's what she said."

He placed his hand in the curve of my back, leading me inside.

"Fred King!" One of the employees screeched, and then quickly regained her composure. "H-hi."

"Hi," he greeted, "where do I go?"

I looked up at him. "You walk around with me. You're acting like you've never been inside a lingerie store before."

"This is a lot more than lingerie, Lex," he said, lifting an eyebrow.

"All that stuff at the back, just ignore it," I said, "that's what I do. Although some of it does look fun, now that I'm seeing it."

He walked over to the lingerie racks, standing in between them awkwardly. "What do I do?"

"You tell me how good I'd look in all of these," I said, looking up at him, "hold my purse?"

He grabbed it and looked down at the rack, watching as I furiously picked through the pieces.

"I think that color, shit," he said, holding out a baby blue one.

"They've only got that in an extra small."

"That's what you are, right?"

I looked down at my growing belly. "Yeah, for sure."

He pulled it out, biting down on his lip. "I like that."

"I could pair your baby blue shirt with it," I teased, holding the set up to my body, "stockings, garters."

He lifted an eyebrow, throwing my purse over his shoulder. "I like shopping with you."

I giggled, throwing the blue one over his arm. "You can carry all of those, right?"

He smiled, nodding. "Y-yeah."

~*~

Lena

I knocked on Jo's door, leaning my head against the threshold.

He looked back at me, smiling. "Hi."

"Hi," I greeted, "long day?"

"Long day," he said, "but it's almost over. I've got a call coming in a few minutes."

"Mind if I stay?" I asked, biting down on my lip.

"Please do," he said, nodding towards his desk.

I closed the door behind me, walking over to him. I placed my hands on his shoulders and began massaging them, pressing a kiss to his temple. "What are you thinking for dinner?"

"Something simple," he said, "maybe we could pick up some pizza, or something?"

I trailed my hands down his front, stopping at his belt. "Pepperoni and green peppers?"

"Or we could do that chunky tomato sauce and spinach," he said, "that's always amazing."

"We could get both."

He pulled one of my hands up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of it. "That works."

I sat on his leg, turning on his computer. I logged in and clicked on the camera, grinning back at him.

"I don't think today's my most photogenic day," he said, chuckling.

I leaned forward and posed for the first photo, biting down on my bottom lip. "Maybe you can change your wallpaper."

He rubbed my hip, and I could see him looking up at me through the camera. I couldn't help my genuine, soft smile when I saw the way he was looking at me.

I unbuttoned my coat and revealed my lingerie set, my eyes meeting Jo's through the camera.

He used his hands to feel me, the camera to guide himself. He trailed his fingertips up my midsection and to my chest, leaning his head back against his chair.

"Stand up for me," he said, watching as I stood up.

I kept my coat on my shoulders, but open, so he could see the set I'd put on for him. He leaned forward, gripping my hips.

"I've missed this," he whispered, looking up at me.

I raked my fingers through his hair, basking in the feeling of his lips floating gently on my exposed skin. Our moment was cut short by his phone ringing, and he leaned back in his chair. "Fuck."

He looked up at me as he answered the call. "Hey, how are you, man?"

I slowly dropped to my knees, keeping my eyes glued to his. I took my time in unbuckling his belt, pressing kisses to his legs covered by his slacks.

He plunged his fingers in my hair, leaning his head back. "Yeah, I stayed late just so I could catch your call."

I unbuttoned his slacks, looking up at him as I pressed kisses to his length. I soon enough began tuning out his conversation, and instead, focusing on pleasuring him.

I pulled his underwear down and he looked down at me, smiling.

"Are you really doing this?" He mouthed, grinning.

I wrapped my hand around his length, trailing my tongue up the length of his shaft. I wrapped my lips around him and kept eye contact, slowly bobbing my head up and down.

He relaxed in his chair, letting out a heavy sigh. He gripped my hair, looking down at me as he nodded. "Yeah, it's a huge opportunity."

I knew Jo had definitely lived without. Even when we weren't mentally together, we were physically together. Therefore, I knew- Josiah King hadn't gotten any form of pleasure until last night.

Boost his ego, he loves that.

"You're huge," I muttered, and said that whole-heartedly. I meant it.

He held his phone between his shoulder and ear, using both of his hands to rake through my hair. He was obviously doing a lot of listening- maybe not even listening, maybe just hearing- and not a lot of talking.

I took every inch of him inside my mouth, lasting for a few seconds before gagging. He leaned his head back and bit down on his finger to suppress a groan.

I giggled, a long line of saliva falling from my lips and onto his length. I dove back down, only for him to last a few more seconds.

He quickly put his phone on mute, letting out a groan as he gripped my hair tightly. I beamed up at him, my cleavage catching his seed.

He watched me stand up, his lips parted. His eyes were carnal, and I hadn't seen those eyes in what felt like ages.

"No, for sure," he said, keeping his eyes locked on me, "yeah, I'm sure Fred would like to be included on the call tomorrow. We'll finish this then."

I grinned and leaned my head down, taking a bit of his seed into my mouth. His eyes went round and he ended the call with a simple goodbye.

He adjusted himself and got everything tucked away, making me smile when he stood up.

He took slow steps towards me, his jaw taut. "You're a dangerous woman."

I leaned into him, looking up at him. "This dangerous woman is ready for pizza."

He chuckled, grabbing my jaw. "And I'll have you for dessert."

I bit down on my lip, nodding. "That sounds like a plan."

~*~

hii babes

i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter ☺️

jo was very pure in the first section yall 🥺 recreating their first morning after goodbye

and the shopping scene, i found that to be v cute

and the last section, well

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all my love,
jay