I signaled Iven with my hand to call a cab. A taxi appeared less than two minutes later. I took the bags from Gia and the lady and settled them into the back seat of the cab. I ushered my wife back to our car and used enough hand sanitizer to drown a child.
Gia started thumbing through her phone, like the last ten minutes didn’t happen.
“Are you going to explain yourself?” I asked.
“What?” She pouted, then shrugged. “I care, okay?”
“Care about a random stranger?” I pressed.
“The invisible people.”
“Invisible people?”
“I mean people whose job is to take out the rubbish. Stock the shelves at the supermarket. Trim the bushes. The people society trained us to look past.Through. I refuse to do that. I always make eye contact. Smile. Ask them how their day is going.” She fell silent. “I remember once in college, I bumped into a cleaning lady in the dorms. I asked her how she was doing, and she started laughing uncontrollably, covering her mouth. I was puzzled. I didn’t think it was that odd for me to ask. Then she explained, ‘This is the first time in twelve years on the job that I forgot to put my dentures in before leaving the house. And the first time in twelve years on the job that someone has actually noticed I exist.’ It fills my cup, being kind to others.” She gnawed on her lip again. “It makes me feel…powerful.”
I studied her, in awe.
She was far too hot to be that sweet too.
“What about you?” She scooted toward me again. “Is there anything that holds meaning for you? Anything that you love?”
I thought about it, desperately wanting to care about something so I could look humane in her eyes.
“I do enjoy higher categories and operads.”
She blinked. “Anything that’snotmath-related?”
“Not right now, but I’m optimistic thatsomethingis going to be your cunt.”
“I’m warming up to the idea of allowing you to test that theory.” She unbuckled and climbed over my lap, bracketing me with her thighs.
This time, I did hit the partition button, but not before barking at Iven to drive in circles until further notice.
“Wasting fuel isn’t good for the environment.” She wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I’ll buy you a rainforest to atone for my sins.” My fingers sinking into her ass, I guided her to press against my cock through my gray sweatpants.
She dragged her mouth down the bridge of my nose to my lips teasingly before I slammed my mouth on hers and claimed her tongue with a feral growl. I tugged the top of her dress and bra down, freeing her tits. She yelped in surprise when I ripped my mouth from hers and clamped her nipple, tonguing and running my teeth over the tip of the sensitive bud.
She whimpered, arching her back to offer me more of those beautiful breasts of hers. My fingers dug into the base of her skull to extend her neck before I moved my attention to her other nipple, running my stubbled chin over her perky breasts, over her neck, marking her with my scent and saliva and venom. She began grinding against my abs, begging for more.
I released the back of her neck and skimmed her body with my hands, going over all the sensitive parts: the backs of herknees, her inner thighs, under her full, bouncy tits. Her breaths became frantic.
My phone rang noisily between us.
I swore, yanking it out of my pocket. “I have a conference call.”
“Video?” She buried her face in my neck again, still riding the air between us. Her panties were soaked. I could tell by the dampness of my sweatpants and the sweet, earthy scent that filled the car, making my mouth water.
I shook my head. “I refuse to see people’s faces past six o’clock on principle.”
“You’re seeing my face now.”
“You’re the exception.”
“Why?”
“You’re my wife.”
