Page 133 of Flirty Fall Fling

“Keep it that way,” I state, parking on the street behind her house.

“You’re coming with me?” she asks.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I tell her.

We get out of the car and run down the sidewalk and through the gate. She unlocks the door and pulls me inside before pushing me against the door to steal a kiss. My heart slams in my chest as I wrap my arms around her waist.

“There are the lovebirds,” Josie says behind us, and Blaire screams.

“Fuck, you’re up early.” Blaire turns toward her as I move my hands away.

“Don’t worry. The jig is up. Your secret is safe with me,” she says, moving into the kitchen.

Charles prances toward me, and I pick him up, kissing his head. The purrs are instant.

“You’re such a big boy,” I whisper. “Been good?”

She watches me love on Sir Charles, who pushes up into my chin.

“He really likes you.”

“Because he knows what’s good.”

She starts down the hallway. “You can put him down.”

“Not until he wants me to.”

I follow her up the stairs to her bedroom. Charlie’s done with me the second we cross the threshold, so I let him go. The door clicks closed, and then it’s just us. I’ve never been in her room in daylight. It’s different, calm.

There’s the black robe she wore for me on a hook on the bathroom door and a stack of books on the floor beside the bed. It looks like random receipts mark her spots. A pair of boots is lined up under the window, with the toes pointed out.

She catches me studying her space and doesn’t ask what I’m thinking. I wouldn’t have an answer for her anyway. Every inch of this room is her.

“Where’d you go?”

“To the place where I store memories of you,” I admit.

I think I see her blush. But instead of mentioning it, she leads me into the bathroom. We remove each other’s clothes, then step into the shower. Leaving early was worth every fucking second.

The water is barely warm when she leads me under the stream. She kisses my jaw and the hollow under it. Blaire washes me. This morning, her hands touch every inch of me, driving me fucking wild. Soap suds run down my chest and stomach.

“I like the control you give me,” she says.

Then she goes down onto her knees.

“Sweetheart.”

Water runs over her shoulders, and her dark hair sticks to her back. She keeps eye contact as she takes me into her mouth. My breathing doesn’t stay steady as she completely ruins me. She’s unhurried as she licks and sucks each inch of me. Every so often, she hums around me like she’s pleased with herself.

“Blaire.” I fist her hair as my eyes roll into the back of my head.

She keeps going, taking me even deeper, and holds me at the edge until I’m ready to burst.

Both my legs begin to shake, and she places her palms on my thighs. She works me through every second of it and doesn’t let go. She swallows me down, not wasting a single drop.

“Mmm,” she says, satisfied with herself.

Her nipples are hard, and if I placed my fingers between her thighs, I know she’d be wet.