Impressive

Erica

"You sore already?" I moved up behind Matt as he stood at the stove, working on dinner later that night.

"Yeah. Damn, that was a serious workout, Erica. How often do you girls do that?"

I reached up and pressed my fingers into his shoulders, massaging him as he groaned in delight.

"Every Sunday night. I love it. I feel like I got a detox and a workout."

"No wonder you look so damn good. That was far more intense than I thought it would be." He reached up and gripped my hands but kept his back to me. "I'm gonna pass out if you keep that up."

"Then I can do it later for you."

"Sounds good. Go take a load off. Dinner is almost done." He released me and went back to cooking as I walked into the living room. I hadn't checked my e-mails for the last few days, which wasn't me at all. It was funny how quickly my desire to be needed by the office dissipated when I had something else to focus on.

I sat down at the small desk on the far end of my living room and pulled up my laptop, workin