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Fuck the bed.
I surged to my feet, ready to free my cock and bury myself balls deep in my woman, but I froze when the sound of an alarm pierced the air.
“My—my, ohhhh,” Marleigh stuttered and moaned. The sound pierced her sexual fog, but her body was still at the height of her climax.
I ignored the sound and used my finger to continue working her through her orgasm, but the haze of need had cleared enough for me to stop before I fucked her for the first time on the kitchen counter.
As her body began to float down from her high, Marleigh sighed and reached a hand out to blindly search for the stupid cell phone. “It’s my alarm,” she panted. Finally, she grasped the device and turned the blaring sound off. “I have to get ready and go, or I’ll be late.”
Shoving my desire back into its corner, I helped her sit up, then kissed her gently one more time.
I glanced at the time when I pulled back and sighed. “Probably a good thing you have to go,” I grumbled. “I have to be at a team workout in less than an hour, and it'd be difficult enough to walk with this hard-on, so working out would be impossible.”
Marleigh’s eyes dropped to my groin, and she spotted the head of my cock, which was poking out of the top of my pants.
“Stop looking at me like that, baby,” I warned when she licked her lips. “Or we’ll never get out of here.”
I set her on her feet and turned her toward the hallway, then smacked her bare ass and gently nudged her forward. She grumbled something as she rubbed the offended cheek and shot a glare at me over her shoulder. But her clear blue eyes were brimming with heat and excitement.
Interesting.
8
Marleigh
Ihad picked out my outfit for today a week ago, but my brain was so muddled by the mind-blowing orgasm that I stood in front of my closet for a full five minutes before I remembered what I was going to wear. I’d been looking forward to my first behind-the-scenes experience at a fashion show ever since I landed my internship at the start of the second semester. It was much earlier in the curriculum than other students were allowed to have one, but my mom had pulled some strings. She got me the job with an up-and-coming designer who had been linked with several A-list celebrities, and the school wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to have their name linked with hers.
Even though I was going to be stuck doing all the menial tasks—stuffing attendee bags, placing name placards on the chairs, running last-minute errands if anyone needed something—this was a huge opportunity for me. All my focus needed to be on the fashion show, but I found myself wanting to play hooky. To just hole up in my apartment with Clay and pretend the outside world didn’t exist while I got to know him better. Unfortunately, that wasn’t really an option. So I heaved a deep sigh of relief when I didn’t see him while I headed to the bathroom.
I had just stepped out of the shower when he rapped his knuckles against the door and muttered, “Headed to my team workout, baby. Have a good day.”
“You, too,” I croaked as I wrapped a towel around my dripping hair.
Getting ready was a lot easier when I knew he wasn’t in the apartment with me, but I still found my thoughts drifting toward Clay. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d prefer my hair up or down. The rich, red berry shade of lipstick or the silky, pinkish plum. And if he’d be tempted to stroke his fingers up my thigh since my shorts had a five-inch inseam. The sequins and blouson style meant they were dressy enough to wear to a fashion show—especially since I had paired them with a matching, banded top—but still functional, which was important because I was going to be running around a lot.
The day ended up going about as I'd expected, except for the part where being distracted by thoughts of Clay made getting all of my tasks done a whole lot more difficult. Two separate times, I had realized that I’d accidentally put items into some of the bags twice when I got close to the end and was already out of them. Searching through everything to hunt them down had wasted half an hour.
Then I’d started placing the name placards from the wrong side of the room, with the seating reversed. Luckily, I caught my mistake before anyone else noticed. There was a hierarchy to where people sat during fashion shows. It would have been a disaster if everyone who was supposed to have the best spots were shifted to the wrong area—the kind that could have gotten me blackballed for pissing off someone with a lot of influence.
By the time I was on my way home, I was beyond exhausted. The event hadn’t ended until after nine o’clock, and then I had to help clean up the disaster that had been left backstage. My feet hurt, and my body ached as I walked into my apartment, but the pain faded into the background when I found Clay on the couch, his long legs stretched out on the cushions while he watched a baseball game.
My reaction to coming home to him was an eye-opener for sure. Even though he’d made me come, we barely knew each other. But that didn’t stop my heart from melting and my mood from lifting as he shot me a smile and said, “Hey, baby. How was your day?”
“Very, very long.” Kinda like his dick, judging by the bulge I’d spotted in his pajama pants this morning. My cheeks heated at the thought, and I ducked my head as I added, “I’m beyond exhausted.”
“I thought you might be.” He muted the television before getting to his feet and prowling toward me. Then he took my purse and backpack from me and tossed them onto the couch. Once my hands were free, he tugged me close and claimed my lips in a brief but hard kiss. “That’s why I made sure there was something for you to eat in case you were hungry.”
“I’m starved,” I admitted softly, my mind reeling at how attentive he was being.
“I guess I better feed you before you fall over.”
He guided me over to one of the stools at the kitchen counter and helped me onto it. Then he proceeded to blow my mind by pulling my favorite chopped salad out of the fridge. “How did you know the perfect thing to get me?”
His lips curved into a cocky grin. “I put your takeout menu drawer to good use again. Grabbed the second one from the top and called to ask what you usually order.”
“That was very clever,” I murmured as I scooped up a bite, thinking about how I needed to be careful with Clay. I could all too easily lose my heart to him in the short time he was staying with me. He was so much more than the hot jock the world saw. He was also kind and smart. A quadruple threat to my emotions…and panties.
“I’m glad you approve.”
