“Damn Tunnel Eaters,” I joke back.
He gives me an odd look. “I’ll be interrogating this evening. Don’t wait up.”
I do anyway. But as he promised, he doesn’t return. At some point, I must fall asleep because I awaken the next morning to a key being placed in my hand.
Rocco smiles down at me. “I’ve got something to show you.”
Through bleary eyes, I rise to greet him with a kiss before he takes my hand and leads me down the hall. We stop in front of one of the other bedrooms, and he gestures me forward.
The key slots perfectly into the door, and I push it open.
“Is this…” I step inside with wide eyes. “A recording studio?”
The entire room had been transformed overnight. Sound dampeners now cover every wall, and a brand new recording deck sits shining in the corner.
I approach the microphone in the middle of the room and admire the headphones that are already perched on the stand nearby where reams of sheet music are already on display.
“Surprise,” Rocco whispers from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I’m speechless, both at his generosity and…and… “I thought we were going shopping together?”
“I thought I’d save you a trip.” He kisses my cheek before pulling away. “I’ll be back late tonight again, so enjoy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I don’t know when I reach my breaking point.
But it must have been some time before Rocco arrived home early one evening, and after I sank to my knees before him on the living room couch, desperate to taste him after what felt like days of prolonged absence.
“Fuck, Cas!” he growls as I take his cock to the back of my throat, relishing the way his hands tangle in my hair, pulling at the roots.
I feel his release shuddering through him before he cries out again, and I brace myself for his load.
The groan he makes is so intoxicating I have to force myself not to let my hand dip beneath my pants to take the edge off my own desire.
I swallow him down before releasing him breathlessly, leaning my head against his thigh.
“Rocco?”
“Cassandra.”
I look up at him. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Jesus, Cas. Not like that.”
“Not like what?” I reply innocently before licking my lips to catch any lingering taste of him.
Rocco tugs me upward to join him on the couch. “You could look up at me with those eyes, and I’d burn down the damn planet if you asked.”
“Would you really?” I tease, bringing my feet up and snuggling into his side.
“Would it excite you if I said yes?”
I kiss the skin of his chest. “Maybe.”
“What did you want to say?”
I pause a moment, gathering my nerve. “I was wondering if I might go back to work.”
The arm around me tightens slightly. “Why do you want that?”
