Ink & Lust

Chapter 25

Dominic: I don't want pie.

She frowned at the text with a rhubarb pie in her other hand and typed out her reply with her thumb, a skill she honed in high school when having a phone out was a major offense. She tapped 'send' as she moved onto the next pie hoping it would be the one.

Amila: And? I'm shopping for pie, though

Her sent text-filled her with some joy and she smirked at the sight of the three dots appearing on his sign of the screen. She knew his fingers were busy pecking out a paragraph. Maybe it was the dismissive tone of 'and' that would rile him up or the casual way she ignored his want to change topics. Texting Dominic had become one of her pastimes and since he was always busy, when he was away from her it was their primary mode of communication. They could text while he was at a board meeting. They could text when he was walking through a restaurant to have lunch with a potential business partner.

Dominic: I want pussy

"Oh," The sound snatched Amila's eyes off her phone and led directly to the middle-aged woman claiming the spot next to her.

"Do you mind?" Amila scoffed, bringing her phone closer to her chest. "Invasion of privacy.

"No, I was um..." The woman's cream hue was disrupted by the redness spreading along her cheeks. "I wasn't trying to. I was trying to get an apple..." She pointed to the stack of apple pies in the middle of the table that was closer to the deli than the bakery. "It was an accident."

"Uh, hmm." Amila slid her eyes away from the woman to the apple pies. They were near her and their story was unusually crowded due to the approaching holiday. "Here."

She grabbed a pie and handed it to the woman. "Have a happy holiday."

"Thank you. Happy holiday, too." The one placed the pie in the only empty space her cart had.

The woman heaved her cart away still blushing as she uttered under her breath, 'I wish Harold would text me like that.'

Amila smiled to herself as a faint sadness formed in her chest from the words her brain whispered out. Her contentment started to fade knowing the fact that Dominic wasn't her husband nor her boyfriend. Their relationship was temporary and her future fiance and husband might not do the same things that Dominic did. He might be conventional and simple. Not showering her with lavish gifts, flying her to a different area code on a whim, or sending her provocative text during the middle of the day on a Wednesday. He'd probably be normal. Average. And she didn't know what was more saddening; that he'd be a regular guy or that he wouldn't be Dominic.

Her phone vibrated in her hand calling her out of her thoughts.

Dominic: Your pussy

Dominic: On my tongue

She slapped the phone against her chest but this time no one was near her. She wondered how long a flight from Aspen to Houston was but didn't do the calculation; he was already in the air. Had been for a couple of minutes and since the flight was private loading and departure was a breeze.

Dominic: Be naked when I get there

Amila didn't waste time doing the math in her head nor did she waste time in the checkout lane. She no longer cared about pie either. Anyways, what was she doing looking for a store-bought one? Homemade was where it was.

******

"Fuuuckkk," Amila moaned out as she gripped the sides of the dining room table.

Dominic toyed with her pert nipples as she stroked inside her from the back. The grocery bags were still on the countertop and her silk robe was slung over the couch. He arrived twenty-something minutes after her. His presence was a shock. She thought she had more time to spare once she was fresh out of the shower; maybe she would be able to unpack things and store them away.