Her pert breasts were at attention, little pink nipples pebbled. Her gorgeous full hips curved wide with silken skin begging to be lavished. Christ, that arse. Even from this angle, it was mouthwatering. I wanted to flip her around and bury my face …
“Charlie!” She threw a pillow at me.
I shook my head. “Sorry. I think I blacked out.” I reached out for her, bulging painfully hard against the dress trousers I still wore. “Not that I’m complaining, but what happened to a seductive strip tease first?” I asked.
“I can’t risk it. No more interruptions. No more old friends popping up. Or intimidating mother figures calling.”
“Or cockblockers,” I added helpfully, still taking in the glorious view, arms extended to her, fingers grasping in the empty air.
She laughed. “Ugh. Yes. I’m morning horny and I need you now.” She threw herself on top of me and wrapped her arms around my head so that one breast rubbed against my chin. I lost all conscious thought as I sucked her.
“Oh god, yes.” She sighed.
I popped her out of my mouth to ask, “Morning horny?”
“You know, peak horny time. The evenings I’m too tired. Midday I’m too busy. But mornings, I am full speed ahead, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.”
“I can see that.” I sucked her other nipple and she moaned louder. I pulled back again, and she grumbled in annoyance. “What about last night? That was very late. And if I recall, you were very, very wet,” I said in my deepest growl, remembering her slickness.
She shivered against me. “Good point. We might have to run some experiments.”
“Different times of day,” I agreed.
“Different positions.”
I groaned and dropped my head between her breasts. “Christ, Kate. I have two years of fantasies built up. We will have plenty of data to sort through.” I massaged her full bottom as I rubbed my head between her breasts.
“Thankfully, I’m a whiz with spreadsheets.” I laughed as she gently pushed at my shoulders. “Stand up,” she demanded.
I did as she asked, next to the bed.
She crawled on her knees toward me, and I miraculously managed not to grab her. I kept my hands fisted at my side, letting her do whatever she wanted.
Very, very slowly, she unbuttoned my shirt, focused thoroughly on her work. It took all my power to keep still. But she was a natural leader, it seemed.
“I could get used to being manhandled by a beautiful naked woman,” I said.
“Just the one, I hope,” she said lightly but ducked her head as her warm, delicate hands pushed the shirt off my shoulders before tossing it to join her own.
“Just the one,” I agreed when she met my gaze.
Those same hands took their time running down my neck, and she arched up to bite a tendon in my neck.
“I love your neck,” she said.
Her hands smoothed along my shoulders and down my chest.
“And all this,” she went on. “You’re beautiful.”
I sucked in a breath as she brushed over my nipples. She looked up at me like a scientist notating a subject’s reaction to stimulus.
“Is this for—the spreadsheet?” I asked roughly.
She raised an eyebrow. “Precisely. I don’t see so well without my glasses, you know. I don’t want to miss a single detail.” She brushed a nipple again and I inhaled sharply. “Interesting.”
“I’ll get my revenge,” I said.
She bent forward and gently kissed one pec and then the other, a tongue flicking over my hard nipple. I groaned.
