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It took some shuffling on his part, but he was soon lying between her legs, his face level with her pussy. He didn’t respond to her question. Just got right down to eating her out.
She came fast. He’d learned the previous night that she didn’t last long during oral. Which he didn’t mind right then, because he needed to be inside her. Isaiah fucked her hard, not coming until she’d exploded a second time.
Wrung dry, he kissed her throat. “Morning.”
“It is a good morning,” she slurred. “Your tongue is a gift, your cock is a must-have, you fuck like a master, and your bed is the comfiest thing ever. I’m giving myself a mental pat on the back for mating you.”
He felt his mouth curve. “Who wouldn’t?”
A snort. “Don’t be so humble,” she deadpanned.
“I won’t.” He got out of bed, scooped her up, and carried her into the bathroom. “Come on, shower.”
“I can walk.”
“I like carrying you.”
Once they were both clean and dressed, they migrated to the kitchen. As they bustled around the room making coffee and breakfast, it didn’t feel awkward. He’d thought it might, considering it was the first morning they’d spent together, but no. Maybe it was that she was his, that this space was theirs now, that made the difference—he didn’t know.
Sitting beside him at the breakfast bar, she waved her spoon around, gesturing at the space. “I really like this kitchen.”
“Same. It was the only part of the house I didn’t change when I moved in.” Finished with his toast, he lifted his cup and shifted on the stool to better face her. “I haven’t lived here long, but I put my mark on the place real quick. You’ll no doubt want to do the same. Like I said last night, have at it.”
She gave him a pretty smile. “Thank you.”
“What time is the rest of your stuff being delivered?”
“Around six-thirty. There’s not a whole lot of it, so it won’t take long for me to unpack.” Quinley shoveled a spoonful of cereal into her mouth. “I’ll also have to let out my cat so she can leave her own mark on the place. She’s also set on territorially marking the yard.”
“She’s welcome to do both.” He took a swig of his coffee. “I want to meet your cat. Would she be up for that later?”
“Sure.” Quinley cast him an odd, sideways glance. “I take it you’d rather wait before introducing your cat to me or mine.”
Isaiah frowned. “There’s no need to wait. He has no negative feelings toward you.”
Her expression was soft but sober. “Don’t lie. If he looks at me and resents that I’m not—”
“He doesn’t,” Isaiah stated, firm. “I wouldn’t lie about that. I also wouldn’t suggest you meeting him so soon if I thought he’d give you the cold shoulder.”
Having been rejected by the one person who should never have overlooked or turned their back on her, she’d naturally be sensitive to any element of rejection. Isaiah knew he’d have to be mindful of that.
She eyed him for a moment. “Okay, if you’re sure.”
“I’m absolutely certain.”
“Then I’ll take your word for it.” She ate the last of her cereal, dropped the spoon into the bowl, and then chugged down what was left of her coffee. “Gonna have to head out.”
And… he found that he didn’t like that. Which took him off-guard, because he hadn’t for a second imagined he’d be fazed by her doing something so mundane as going to work.
Her head twitched to the side. “What’s wrong?”
Typical submissive, already so in tune with him. Being such a private person, he probably should have found it at least mildly irritating, but he didn’t. “Nothing’s wrong as such. I just unreasonably find that I prefer the idea of you spending the entire day here, where you’re safe.”
Her lips winged up. “You’re cute.”
“Cute?”
“Well… there’s no reality in which it would ever happen. I would never manage to spend the entire day indoors. And the beauty salon is not fraught with peril, so I’ll really be fine.”
