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I do. Anytime he asks, I will.
He brings the cookie to my mouth and I take a bite. The moment the sweet, buttery flavor hits my tongue, my eyes roll back and I moan.
“That. That right there,” he says.
I open my eyes and meet his as I take another greedy bite. “What?”
“That sound.” He sets the cookie down, then spreads my legs quickly, dropping into a crouch. “Let’s see if we can’t get you to make it again, cher.” With that, his head dips between my legs and the first firm stroke of his hot tongue has me doing exactly what he wants.
And I’m happy to report that he was correct about how deliciously fucking good that beard feels against my inner thighs.
Chapter Ten
Sophie
The familiar beeping from my phone’s alarm clock pulls me from slumber far too early for someone who stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, but just as I reach the device and wrap my fingers around it to silence the beeping, the cause for my exhaustion snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to his naked body.
I grin in the darkness of too-early morning, silence the alarm, then snuggle back against the mountain of a man who spent the better part of last night absolutely worshiping me.
More of this, please.
The thought makes my eyes fly open because no, I don’t have time for more of this. No matter how great this was. One-night stands are one-night for a reason.
This was fun. More than fun.
And now it’s over.
With Monday morning comes responsibility and clarity.
But, since I’m in no rush to welcome either of those two things into my life, I wiggle my tush and grin when Dawson groans and his cock hardens against my cheeks.
“It feels ungodly early,” he mumbles, his lips brushing against my bare shoulder and sending a shiver down my spine.
“It is.” I breathe deeply as he leaves a trail of kisses from my shoulder to the crook of my neck.
He bites me playfully and a responding moan slips past my lips. “Ignore your alarm.”
With a sigh, I say, “If it was any other Monday, you might be able to convince me to skip work, but today—”
“It’s Christmas Eve.”
“Not until tomorr—”
His hand dips down between my legs and his tongue darts out to lick the sensitive spot just below my ear, silencing me quite successfully, but then he pulls my earlobe between his teeth and I whimper.
When his hand drives deeper between my legs, he murmurs against my throat, “Be a good girl and open your legs for me.”
Obeying, I roll onto my back and open wide. In the darkness of the hotel suite, I can only make out the shape of him as he rises up onto his side and rests on his elbow to look down at me. “How much time do you have?” he asks as he pushes one finger inside me.
I suck in a breath. “Forty minutes, but I have to go back to my place to get clothes before I head downtown.”
He adds a second finger, and I open my legs wider, closing my eyes as he awakens my body in this tender, patient way. Slow, gentle strokes of his fingers send shivers through my body. Goosebumps break out over my flesh. He was rougher last night, wilder, but this sleepy side of him is something else entirely, and if I only have one night with my gorgeous stranger, I’m beyond grateful I get to see these two sides of him.
He leans down again, bringing his mouth to my ear so that when he speaks next, his lips brush my skin and I shiver again. “Give me those forty minutes. You have clothes here.”
As much as his words make my belly clench from the promise of what he’ll do with those forty minutes, I can’t possibly wear the same outfit to work today that I wore yesterday. It’s the final casting day. I’m meeting my guys, my baker’s dozen. “I can’t repeat my outfit.”
“Did you spill something on it?” He pumps his fingers a bit faster, picking up the pace, the force of each thrust drawing soft gasps from my lips.
