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“If you want me to fuck you again in five minutes, you’ll have to think about giving up that secret.”
“Oh yeah?” I smiled at him sweetly.
“Yeah,” he said, looking self-confident and cocky.
“Well, Travis Covington,” I said, smiling at him, running my fingers down his chest. “If you want me to let you fuck me again in five minutes, maybe you need to give up a few secrets of your own.”
He threw his head back and started laughing then. “Well, well, Molly Malone, it seems you really can give as good as you get.”
Chapter 5
I could feelTravis’s morning wood pressed against my ass, and I smiled to myself as I yawned lazily in his bed. I cocked my head over my shoulder and looked at him.
“Are you just happy to see me, or is that a baton you got between your legs?”
He chuckled slightly as he gazed at my face. “What do you think, darling?”
“I know what I think,” I said, turning over and facing him.
He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, and I felt his fingers trailing down the side of my arm.
“So last night…” he said, pausing.
“Yeah. What about it?” I gave him a sexy smile.
“So am I not the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your life?” I stared at him for a couple of seconds and didn’t respond. “Are you up for a morning milkshake?” He continued winking at me, and I stared at him with wide eyes.
Was he saying what I thought he was saying? I mean, I didn’t mind some morning sex, but a morning blow job?No, I don’t really want to suck your cock and swallow your cum first thing in the morning, Travis, I thought to myself, though I pressedmy lips together. I’d been hoping he’d pull me toward him and ask for a morning fuck in the shower or something. That would be the perfect way to end what had been a pretty epic one-night stand.
“I’m guessing you don’t want a milkshake.” He laughed. “How’s about we add some caramel?”
“Pray tell, how would you add caramel to that morning shake?” I responded because curiosity got the better of me.
“Well, I was thinking I could make myself a coffee and use some caramel syrup.”
“Like a caramel macchiato?” I asked him, suddenly feeling ravenous and thirsty. “I mean, if you’re going to make caramel macchiatos, I could definitely go for one. Actually, I could just go for a mocha but”—I shrugged—“beggars can’t be choosers, right?”
He chuckled then as he stretched. “Come on, let’s head to the kitchen and see what I got.”
I followed him. We were both naked, and I felt slightly awkward. I knew my hair was a hot mess, and my makeup was probably smeared. I had a little bit of a headache from the alcohol the night before, and I felt like my boobs were sagging. I mean, they were pretty perky, but it wasn’t like I had a boob job. There was natural sag to them. I kind of wanted to go and grab my push-up bra and my panties so I wouldn’t feel so naked. But I didn’t want him to feel like I was intimidated by him or anything. I mean, he was walking around in the buff, and he didn’t look like he felt self-conscious at all.
“So,” he said, turning to me, “looks like we’ve got some pizza left. Shall we heat it up?”
I nodded. “Yeah, let’s do it.”
“So,” he said, “we could put it in the oven at three-fifty for fifty minutes or…”
“No, no, no,” I said quickly. “I’m far too hungry to wait for that. Just give me a paper towel, and we’ll nuke it in the microwave for like twenty seconds.”
“But then it won’t be crispy.”
“I don’t need it to be crispy,” I said.
He stared at me for a couple of seconds. “You’re really not high maintenance, are you?”
“Never said that I was.”
I grinned at him. He looked me over, up and down, and licked his lips. “Well, you can nuke as many slices of pizza as you want. I know what I want for my breakfast.”
