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“Morning, Hacker.” I walk over to her and take the coffee mug from her hands, taking a gulp before I place it on the counter behind her. “Why didn’t you wake me?” I arch an eyebrow at her.
“You looked so peaceful. Snoring and drooling onto your pillow.” She flashes me a wicked grin. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”
Fuck! I have missed her smart mouth. “I do not snore. Or drool,” I growl as I slide my hands around her waist.
She tilts her head. “Well, I guess you’ll never know. But you did look peaceful. And I promised Mikey I’d meet him in the gym this morning before he had to go upstate today. He wanted to put me through my paces. Hence, me being all sweaty and disgusting.”
“Mikey put you through your paces, huh?” I drop my head to her neck and trail kisses along her throat, making her groan softly. Her skin is salty and sweet and I want to lick every inch of her.
“Not those sort of paces, you deviant,” she giggles.
Lifting my head up, I stare into her bright blue eyes, and they sparkle with mischief. She is a world away from the woman who was last in this house two months earlier and I couldn’t be happier about that fact. Maybe her time alone in Arizona was exactly what she needed? “I’m a deviant?” I narrow my eyes at her.
“Yes,” she purrs.
“Hmm,” I slide my hands into the waistband of her yoga pants and my cock throbs in appreciation as I find she’s not wearing panties. Her pants glide easily over her ass and down over her thighs as I work my hands inside them.
“Shane, what are you doing?” She stares into my eyes.
“Taking off your pants.”
“Why?” she breathes as I slide them further down her legs.
“So I can fuck you.”
“What? Here in the kitchen?”
“Well, since you left me without waking me this morning without even a kiss, what choice do I have but to take you wherever I can get you?” I growl as I lift her up onto the counter and continue peeling her pants down her legs until they are completely off. My hands travel up to her sports bra and she lifts her arms in compliance as I pull it off over her head and toss it onto the floor.
“For the record, I did kiss you. But you were out of it. And, we cannot have sex on the counter where everyone is about to come eat their breakfast.”
“Why not?” I grin as I wrap my arms around her naked body and kiss her neck.
I love the way she tilts her head back to give me easier access whenever I kiss a certain spot. “Because we’ll be in their way, and it’s unhygienic,” she says in a feeble protest as her hands run over my back and she pulls me closer. She is so soft and warm and I contemplate carrying her back to bed and staying there for the rest of the day — but I have work to do now that I’m back.
“But, you are my breakfast, Hacker. And everyone in this house has eaten your cunt and your ass, and they will have absolutely no problem with you dripping your cum on here.”
“Shane,” she hisses as her neck flushes with heat, making me chuckle.
“Jessie,” I reply as I pull my sweatpants down enough to allow my cock to spring free. I run one of my hands down to her cunt and stifle a groan as I feel her slick heat. I could bury myself in her forever and it still wouldn’t be enough. “I went without being inside you for almost three months, sweetheart. You don’t get to leave me in bed all alone unless I say you can. And later, I’m going to spank that beautiful ass of yours for doing it today.”
She groans as I push two fingers inside her and her walls clench around me. Fuck! I almost forgot how much my girl loves a spanking.
“Shane!” she groans again and the sound of my name on her lips sends all the blood rushing straight to my groin. I pull my fingers out of her and drive my cock into her instead.
She wraps her legs around my waist and clings to me as I fuck her. I’m so lost in her, I don’t notice Conor walk into the room. But she does and her body tenses.
“I see you two have made up?” he says as he sits a few feet away from us at the kitchen island and pours a bowl of muesli before topping it with some milk from the counter.
“Yeah,” I grunt.
“Shane!” Jessie hisses in my ear.
“What? Conor has seen me fucking you before.”
“I know,” she breathes, but she looks at him. He’s sitting there with his head bent low, scrolling through his phone. “He looks pissed,” she whispers.
“He’s not pissed. He’s tired,” I growl as I press her closer to me and bite down on her neck until she moans, but she’s still distracted by him. I’d ask him to join us, but he looks exhausted and he’s hardly stopped working since he got back from Arizona almost two weeks ago.
