Swinging my legs off the side of my bed, my feet find my slippers, I stand and stretch, and then make my way to the bathroom to freshen up. I check out my reflection, and pick up the knotted strands, laughing to myself. It’ll take at least an hour to comb through all the tangles.
After a hot shower, I feel like a new woman and I head to the living room, where several things vie for my attention at once. The piles of shoes at the front door now sit organized and my house smells of cleaning disinfectant. The living room carpet has vacuum lines, and from the corner of my eye, I spot my pothos in the kitchen—even Sir Droops A Lot looks less wilted.
And dozing on my couch is Tyler, a book open on his chest, glasses drifting down the slope of his nose. He’s shirtless, wearing gray sweatpants with the band of his Tom Ford underwear peeking out. What a mighty fine man he is. I smile and pad my way over, trying to make as little noise as possible, but he cracks open one eye, one side of his mouth tipping up.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”
Tyler sits up, draping an arm across the back of the couch for me to lie up against him.
“How do you feel?”
“Actually…” I consider. “I’d say I’m eighty percent myself again.”
“That’s good. You had me worried. A couple times I’m pretty sure you were delirious, one of those fever dreams.”
I release a breath of a laugh. “Oh yeah? What did I say?”
“Well, when I lifted you off the bed to carry you to the bath, you told me you felt like Lois Lane.”
My body shakes against him as I laugh harder. “Did I say anything else?”
Tyler hesitates. “Nah,” he finally says, and I’m certain he’s keeping something from me.
An overwhelming urge rises to prod until he finally relents and tells me what else I said. But what if it was something horribly embarrassing that I’d rather him not know? Like the time I was thirty-nine weeks pregnant and didn’t make it to the bathroom in time. Or the time I got extremely drunk at Old Town Tavern and attempted karaoke, but ended up standing on the stage crying while blubbering out a sad love song. Pretty sure everyone there still has a video of it on their phone. Yeah…fun times. Liam had to pull me from the stage and drive me home.
We fall into comfortable silence while Tyler traces patterns up and down my arms.
“Will you read to me?”
Tyler grabs his copy ofWhite Nightsand picks up where heleft off, voice pitched low for only me to hear. He reads several pages until something piques my interest.
“That there. Read it again.”
He clears his throat and repeats himself.
“At this moment, Nastenka, when we have met at last after such a long separation—for I have known you for ages, Nastenka, because I have been looking for someone for ages, and that is a sign that it was you who I was looking for, and it was ordained that we should meet now…”
His words trail off, and I hum with happiness.
“I like that.”
A beat passes and the air around us shifts.
“You know…” I begin. “We’re alone.” Reaching to palm him through his sweats, he groans.
“But you’ve been sick,” he says, voice scraped with desire.
“Now I’m eighty percent better. And I have a feeling your cock in my mouth would make me feel even better.”
The strong column of his throat works on a swallow, his breaths shallow. “Jesus, Jo. You know you’ve got a mouth on you, right?”
Tyler’s hazel eyes, normally flecked with green and gold, have darkened to molten amber as he watches me sink to my knees between his open legs, every inch of me humming with anticipation.
Standing, I head to the back door to let Smudge outside and return to Tyler. I reach for the elastic of his sweats and he raises his hips for me to slide them and his boxer briefs down his thick thighs, and I’m taking his cock in my hand. Heavy and already hard for me, I lean in to lick the bead of moisture that gathers at the tip.
Tyler fists my hair, winding it around his hand, and I lower my mouth to his erection taking him deep until he hits the back of my throat. His hips jerk, and he groans a low guttural sound.
Pumping his length with one hand, my other goes to squeeze his balls, and Tyler’s head tips back on a tremulous exhale. I take him as deep as I can each time, while steadily stroking him up and down in time with my mouth. I release himwith a pop, and lick up his shaft till I get to the crown where I spend a few seconds sucking and swirling my tongue.
