Page 97 of Cozen

Sargon used Cozen’s slick, trembling back to catch his come when he pulled out. He painted her overheated skin with streams of white.

Her breathless laughter teased him again. He flipped her over to see her eyes.

Cozen wet her lips, and smiled sinfully. “You made a mess.”

Sargon reached for his phone he’d discarded earlier into the blankets. “You don’t care.”

“As long as you wash me off before you go.”

“Deal, sweetheart.”

He checked his phone—it hadn’t stopped ringing.

Two voicemails.

Five missed calls.

All from Jett.

Fuck.

Sargon gave Cozen a look as he dialed the messaging inbox, and put the phone to his ear. Soon, Jett’s messages were playing back to him. The first was just demanding to know where he was since he wasn’t picking up the calls.

The second was worse.

“I want you to pick up Cozen and deliver her to my favorite breakfast spot,” Jett said. “And give me a call when you’re going to do it since you can’t seem to pick up the fucking phone this morning. She’ll say she has work today, but I already called her in. I promised her I would see her soon, after all.”

Sargon tossed the phone away when the message was done—his high from fucking Cozen almost entirely gone.

It was only eased slightly by Cozen reaching for him. Her small arms locked around him like bars holding him tight, and then she pulled him to her. He didn’t even mind falling down on the blankets, and burying his face into her sweet-smelling, warm skin again.

“Good morning,” she said into his hair.

Sargon chuckled. “For now, sure.”

“Who was calling?”

“Who do you think?”

She stiffened. “Jett?”

“You’ve been summoned. For breakfast, apparently.”

Her russet eyes searched his before she said, “Okay.”

And just like that, his high was gone again.

“And of course, you saw the library the last time you were here,” Jett said.

“Show me again,” Cozen replied, smiling widely. “I’m sure you’ll have something new and interesting to show me. I didn’t get to see very much the last time I was in here.”

Jett Griffin was the kind of man who loved to be praised. And adored. He enjoyed attention being on him, and his home. Cozen had come to learn these things easily, and she didn’t mind feeding in to the man’s whims to get what she wanted and needed.

“The library, then,” he said.

At the same time, he dragged her close to his side, and planted a quick kiss to her temple. His affections were becoming more physical with each meeting they had, and he was no longer attempting to hold them back. Cozen was still doing her best to deflect them when she could, but this time, she didn’t.

Instead of distracting Jett, she pushed closer to him, and slid an arm around his side. She needed to get him out of her hair for a while—long enough to be without him and look around alone.