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“Meditating.”
“If you’re already this stressed this early in the morning, how about I help you release some of that tension? No better way to start the day than with a little morning exercise.” I can hear the smile on his face, even without seeing it.
Peeking through the crack of light between the pillow and my face, I glance down. And see a suspiciously large tent in the quilt over Jameson’s legs.
“Of course, you have morning wood. Because you’re practically a teenager! What the hell did I do?”
“You know good and well how old I am. And that I haven’t been a teenager in almost a decade. What can I say if I still wake up with a little extra energy to burn off in the morning? Trust me, none of the ladies I spend time with seem to mind.”
“The almost a decade is the problem! And I really don’t want to hear about the ladies you spend time with.” I can feel last night’s dinner wanting to rise up and eject itself all over him. Maybe if I threw up on him, he’d be in more of a hurry to leave?
“No need to be jealous. I’m in your bed now, Lemon.”
“And that’s the problem. You need to go!”
“If you don’t want to work off some of that tension with me, how about a nice hot shower? I could rub your shoulders.” He reaches under the pillow and starts massaging one of my shoulders.
“And then rub your dick right into my vagina?”
“Doesn’t sound like a half bad plan. Let’s do it.”
“How many times do I need to tell you? You have to go! The longer you stay here, the more likely someone’s going to see you.”
“If you don’t want to fuck me again, how about breakfast?”
“I’m not cooking you breakfast, asshole!” That’s enough for me to toss off my pillow of shame, sit up, and punch him right in the gut before scrambling to pull the covers up over my chest. Why am I still naked?
Rubbing his stomach, he frowns up at me from where he looks way too comfortable and way too sexy on the pillow next to mine. His blue eyes don’t leave my face. “Hey, now. I didn’t mean you had to make me breakfast. How about I buy you breakfast?”
“In this town? Where everyone will see us? What part of this aren’t you getting? This never happened. You were never here!”
The asshole has the nerve to smile up at me and run his hand up and down my arm. “Babe, I know I promised you full amnesia. But now that I’ve had a taste of that pretty pussy of yours, I don’t think that’s going to happen. I’m never going to forget how sweet you tasted with your legs over my shoulders or how fucking good it felt when I was balls deep inside you.”
We had a lot more sex right here in my bed after the kitchen. Jameson just kept going and going. Because he has the stamina of a freaking twenty-six-year-old!
“Jameson, please! You need to go.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll go. But just know that I’ll be thinking about how amazing you taste until we do this again.”
As I shake my head, I make an X with my arms in front of my chest. “There is no again! This was a one-time thing that will never be repeated, got it?”
“I’m listening, and I hear you saying that. But I also remember you saying that you would never fuck me and that I would never touch your tits. So, let’s just say, I’m keeping an open mind.”
“I’m going in the shower-” When he sits up quickly to join me, I hold out a hand to stop him. “No. Not you. I’m taking a shower by myself. Last night was… fun. But, please don’t be here when I get out. Please, Jameson.”
Pulling the sheet around myself, I hug it close until I’m covered from shoulder to ankle. I tug off the quilt and throw it on the floor. Guess I’m changing the sheets today. Again. Jameson’s naked and hopefully cold. But that’s not my problem. And I don’t let myself look at a single inch of his hard body and harder cock… for more than a few seconds.
Damnit, why is he so hot? When did that happen? And how the hell have I never noticed that before last night?
“No need to hide yourself away from me, babe. I saw every inch of you last night, and I showed you how much I liked it. I’ll show you again right now, if you let me.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” he counters with a laugh and a smug freaking smile. “You liked last night almost as much as I did.”
Knowing there’s no point in responding, I head to the shower and pray that he’s gone when I get back. Because if he’s not, I’m pretty sure I’m going to have sex with him again. And then how the hell am I ever going to face Jacks or Gunnar, or anyone else in this town? Last night was a mistake. But if I woke up and made the same mistake again? That would be something else entirely.
After turning on the water in the old cast iron claw-foot tub with a ring of shower curtains around it, I toss my sheet in the laundry basket by the door. The bathroom is big and old-fashioned, with original wood cabinets painted white and old white fixtures. It’s the only one in the house.
