Page 31 of Mister Musician


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“Just as beautiful as I imagined,” Saint complimented, more to himself than her. “You’re a fucking masterpiece. I imagine you’re what God had in mind when he decided to make women the apex of all creation.”

“That was beautiful,” she almost whispered as she blushed. “I don’t think I’ve ever received such a unique compliment.”

“It wasn’t a compliment; it was the truth.”

Harmony put space between them, afraid her pussy would start leaking and make room for him to explore. They walked over to the shower, and as soon as Saint got in and felt her preferred temperature of water, he accused her of trying to prepare him for the pits of hell. Harmony burst into laughter as she added more cool water, so he’d be comfortable.

They took their time examining and washing each other’s bodies, but he was respectful, not tarrying between her thighs like she hoped he would. When they were done, she gave him an extra toothbrush and face towel before they oiled their skin. Harmony put his dark clothes in the washer and saved his white T-shirt for a later load before grabbing her favorite nightly snack—wine and popcorn.

As he laid his gun, jewelry, wallet, and phone against the nightstand, Harmony asked, “Would you like a glass of wine?” she asked, climbing into the middle of her bed.

“Nah. It’ll knock me out, and I’m tryna enjoy every minute I have with you.”

Harmony sniggled. “You’re just like my brothers. They can drink hard liquor all day but will tap out after one pitcher of mimosas.”

Instead of getting in bed next to her, Saint crawled between her legs. The trail of kisses he placed from her cheek to her neck had her falling into a fit of laughter as she squirmed and tried to push him away. He slipped under the comforter beneath her, and she asked, “Do you want me to get a fan for you? It’s gonna get pretty toasty in here once I cut my space heater on.”

“If you don’t mind.”

Harmony grabbed her black Honeywell fan out of the closet and plugged it in by his side of the bed. She handed him the remote, allowing him to choose the settings he preferred. Though they hadn’t talked a lot, she’d genuinely enjoyed spending time with him, facts could be faked but energy couldn’t be ignored.

“Do you have a movie preference?” she asked, swiping through Netflix.

“Nah. I don’t really watch TV much. Any action or thriller movie is cool.”

“Is there something else you’d prefer to end the night doing?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t really want the answer to.”

Harmony chuckled, but it turned into her biting her bottom lip when he placed a kiss on her shoulder. “Idowant the answer.” Setting the remote on the nightstand, she repeated the question. “Is there something, or someone, you’d prefer to end the night doing?”

“Yeah.” He gave her a soft, quick yet tender kiss. “This.” And another. His hand lowered and cupped the warm mound that had already began to leak in anticipation between her legs. “And this.” Saint’s lips lowered to her neck. Her eyes closed and mouth slightly opened as her head tilted. “I’d much rather do this.” He pulled away. “But we’re taking our time, right? So pick a movie.”

With a roll of her eyes, Harmony huffed and snatched the remote back up, shoving it into his chest.

“You pick a movie.”

Saint chuckled as he accepted the remote. “What’s up with the attitude? This is what you want, right?”

It was on the tip of her tongue to tell Saint that she wanted him. Instead, she said, “It’s not what I want, but it’s definitely what I need.”

“So we’re going to wait.” Saint placed a kiss on her forehead before lowering himself further into the bed and pulling her down with him.

Snuggling against his chest, Harmony released a yawn. As much as she wanted to enjoy her popcorn and a movie, the more she settled against the hardness of his frame, the harder it was not to fall asleep.

* * *

The soundof Saint’s relaxed chuckle sent tingles down Harmony’s spine as he rubbed her ass and placed a kiss to the back of her neck.

“Just go to sleep, Harmony.”

“I don’t want to yet.”

“You already have. Like five times.”

“Was I snoring?”

“Yeah, but it was cute.”

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