My palm cracks on his ass.
“Ow!” he howls, instantly wide awake. He whips his head around to glare, but traces of amusement twinkle at me. “Did you just spank me?”
“You asked for it.”
“How?”
I cock a brow and squeeze his cheek. “Really, love? I think it’s obvious.”
The pet name throws off his irritable scowl. I grin. He huffs, “I didn’t know being naked was a punishable offense.”
The sass of this guy.
“It’s not, but that attitude is.” I nip his earlobe. “And if you’re still naked when I come back, I’m taking it as an invitation.”
Goosebumps ripple across his creamy skin.
“To do what?”
My fingers creep into his crease.
“To finally play with this tight hole.”
His brows pinch like he’s in agony as a little moan slips out. “Baby, I don’t think it’s physically possible for me to come again.”
Ok, so I might’ve blown him two more times in the name of practicing my technique, but I was so focused on his cock—that fucking piercing—I didn’t get explore.
“Mmm, that’s a shame,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He melts deeper into the mattress with a contented sigh.
I swat his ass again.
“Asshole!”
Snickering, I dodge a terribly aimed kick. “Exactly. I want to beinyour asshole.”
His growl is cut off by the microwave releasing another screech.
“How the fuck did you sleep through that awful sound?”
Humming something to the effect of, “I don’t know,” he snuggles back into the pillow.
Fuck, he’s precious.
Andvery naked… smelling like sweat and cum.
This man is rotting my brain. He must exude some kind of sex pheromone because there’s no other explanation for my perpetual boner around him.
His eyes have closed again. I comb the mess of inky hair away from his flawless face.
“Don’t fall back asleep, Pooh, you gotta eat something.”
In response, I get an unintelligible grumble followed by, “It’s your fault I’m tired.”
He’s not wrong.
I sigh, giving him one more kiss on the temple before padding out of the dimly lit bedroom to the kitchenette to retrieve the reheated takeout. The tangy scent of orange chicken fills my nose, steam rising from a bed of white rice.
My stomach growls.
