Smiling at him, she walked over to her bag and pulled out a pair of orange cotton boy shorts and matching bra. Shimming into the panties, one leg at a time, she untied the oversized plush robe and slid it down over her bare shoulders, then slipped her arms into the garment and reached back to clasp it shut.
“Shit.” She muttered.
Frustrated as she tried to adjust both of her breast into the cups, she turned back to the bathroom for the rest of her clothes when out of the corner of her eye she caught Jon's attention. With a single brow lifted, he motioned her over with a wag of his finger.
He stood as she approached him and with said finger, he motioned again for her to turn around. Holding the phone in the crook of his shoulder, he continued listening to his son as he unclasped her bra, adjusted the twisted straps, then re-clasped it shut, this time on the next set of hooks.
Patting her on her ass to go ahead, she looked down at her overflowing breasts, then turned around to face him. Walking backwards to the bathroom, she held her hands, palms up, and shrugged her shoulders.
“Listen, Jesse, I gotta go. I’m cool with you going. I’ll call your mother and see what she says. As for this girl, if she is going already, how ‘bout you just make plans to meet her there. We can talk more when I get home about dating and such.”
“Alright, Dad. Talk to you tonight.”
Disconnecting his call, he put the phone on the table and padded off after her. “What’s the matter?” He asked, leaning on the door frame watching her in the mirror.
“None of my things fit.” she stopped putting the finishes touches of her makeup on and looked at his reflection in the mirror.
He moved behind her as his arms encircled her waist and his palms flattened over her belly. “You look fine.”
“Are you going blind? I can’t button my jeans and my girls are falling out all over the place.”
Jon slipped his thumbs into her waistband and brushed them along her soft skin and worn denim until he came to the silver knob. Pulling the sides closer together, he pushed the knob through the hole.
“See, still fits.” He rested his chin on her shoulder.
“Yeah, well, this doesn’t.” Ari pointed to her bra.
Fascinated by the subtle changes in her body, Jon slid his hand softly up her ribcage and cupped her breasts. Surprised by the weight of them in his palms, he grinned, “Yup, the girls are definitely getting bigger.”
“Not funny.” She pushed his hands away and tugged her shirt over her head.
Sweeping her hair from the nape of her neck, he brushed his lips lightly along the smooth skin there.
“Ari, your body is gonna change.”
“Fat and frumpy.”
“Voluptuous and glowing.”
She turned and faced him, “I’m not wearing maternity clothes.”
“Wear no clothes, wait, scratch that, we’ll be on the road. Whatever you wear, you will be beautiful no matter what.”
“Thanks.” She pecked his cheek with a kiss.
“For what, telling you the truth? We should get going if you still want to stop and check on things.”
“Yes. I do.”
“Better get your fines ass, or I’ll free the girls, and never leave this room.” He winked and left her to finish up.
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They stopped to check in with Luc first. It was amazing how much they had accomplished in a day. The electric wiring for the kitchen was finished, and the new sheetrock was up and taped. They would start painting tomorrow, then they could install the appliances.
As for the bar area, they had hit some snags with electrical stuff and water damage to some of the insulation. The outlining wall had to come down, along with some more floorboards that led into the front portion of the room.
Slightly concerned, Ari had questions and for everyone he answered, she had two more. He’d forgotten who he was dealing with and how much she knew about these things. She wasn’t one of his ordinary clients. Luc reassured her they were taking whatever measures necessary to repair the snags, but that they were still on schedule and should finish them by mid-January.
From downstairs, they went upstairs and surprisingly enough the apartment looked and smelled cleaned. The cleaning company she hired had spent three days dusting, vacuuming and washing down ceiling to floor, every single room. They even removed all her clothes, bed and bath lines and had them professionally cleaned.
At first, Ari was uncomfortable having a bunch of strangers rifling through her personal garments, but after weighing her other options, like having to do it all herself, she decided it was best to have them just do it.
Walking down the hallway, she paused to look in Lili’s room. Someone had neatly folded all her clothes on the bed, just like she had asked them to do.
“What are you doing with Lili’s stuff?” Jon asked.
“I’m donating them to a women’s shelter.”
“What a thoughtful thing to do.” He kissed the back of her head.
“I’m going to go through them first, see if there is anything I want to keep.”
Ari crossed the hall into her room. Jon hadn’t seen her new furniture since she had gotten it. The bed was massive and took up just about every inch of the small room. Running his hands over the exquisiteness of the antiqued cherry furniture, Jon turned to her, “This is beautiful.”
“I fell in love with it the minute I saw it.”
“Maybe next time we can christen it.”
He walked her backwards until she was pressed against one of the bed's massive posts. Her hands automatically curled around his neck as her fingers threaded through his hair. She pulled him down so his lips hovered over hers, and she arched her back so that her breasts pressed into his chest.
“We have time.” She whispered against his lips before sliding her tongue into his mouth. Her kiss was soft and gentle and only lasted for a moment.
“Crash, as much as I’d love to throw you on to the middle of that bed and make love to you all night long, I really...”
Ari pulled him in again and brushed her lips against his. This time, sliding her tongue out, she trailed it slowly over his bottom lip, catching the flesh between her teeth, nibbling and sucking until the innocent kiss soon progressed to a deeper, more passionate kiss.
A throaty moan escaped him as she hitched her leg up around his waist and press her hips to his. Denim grinding against denim, she licked her way over the tendon in his neck.
Shifting his weight, Jon nuzzled his nose against the side of her neck as his fingers skimmed under the hem of her shirt, dipping just below the small of her back into her jeans.
Each time his fingertips drifted lower, teasing the line of her panties, she would press into him more. Hitching her leg up more, she kissed under his ear, feeling the scrape of his stubble against her skin. A warm flushing sensation spread low in her belly as she rocked her hips against his.
Jon’s groans in response told her he was just where she wanted him. Bringing her lips to his ear, she blew a warm breath against his slick, sweaty skin before whispering.
“You can tie me up again....”
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