I find Nadia in our bedroom, pacing in circles. She’s thrown her suit jacket across the bench at the foot of our bed. Her shirt is half-unbuttoned, exposing the red lace of her bra in the middle of her chest. Her skirt is a puddle in the middle of the floor as if she’s just unzipped it, let it fall down her legs, and then kept pacing, refusing to let it disrupt her stride. Knowing her, she probably has.

“If they want that rate, they’re going to have to buy more stock than that. My client grows the best weed in three counties. You know it. We know it. Let’s not waste time pretending their product isn’t worth it.

If your client wants my client to cater his employee retreat and divert product from our regular dispensaries, we’re going to need an order worth our time. I’ll wait.”

Nadia presses the mute button on her phone and smiles at me. “Hi, honey.” She rushes into my arms and brushes her mouth against my cheek before moving away.

It’s not really a kiss, and I’m not mad about it. We’ve been together fifteen years; these things happen. She’s on a business call. Still, I’ve spent all day thinking about her and Jourdan. There are things I want to tell her. Things I want to confess, even though I’m not sure if confess is the right way to describe this.

I need to tell Nadia that barely an hour went by without me remembering Jourdan on my lap, her tongue around that straw and slipping between my lips, and those last few words Jourdan whispered to me, the ones meant for Nadia. I want to confess that instead of walking to the corner store a block away from the school and getting my regular deli sandwich for lunch, I spent my entire lunch period in the faculty bathroom, beating off as quietly as I could manage, imagining how Nadia would respond to me telling her about Jourdan’s hard, wet nipple looking right at me.

My entire day has been preoccupied by thoughts of Jourdan and Nadia, and I feel like I’ve run a marathon. But I’m still so goddamn horny. That’s why I push Nadia gently to the bed and fall to my knees. This isn’t the first time I’ve gone down on her while she was on a business call, and it won’t be the last. But it is the first time I’ve pulled her panties down her legs and buried my face inside her pussy while thinking about someone else.

“I’m here,” Nadia gasps with my tongue deep inside her.

I tease her opening and spread her lips apart. I circle her clit. I taste her in greedy swipes, and she drenches my beard in return.