Chapter 136 Diana

• We chatted a bit more—shop talk, the usual bullshit about suppliers and market trends—but my mind wandered.
• Pictured her in the kitchen, apron over those lush body or maybe something tighter for the holiday. Bending to check the oven, ass presented like a gift. I'd corner her there, hand slipping under the fabric, fingers finding her wet and ready again.
• As the call wound down, Tom paused, his voice turning personal. "Hey, before I let you go... you doing okay, Ezra? It's Christmas, man. You and me, both single these days. Ever think about settling down again? Finding a new wife, or at least someone to warm your bed this holiday? Life's too short to be alone in that big place of yours."