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“You feel me, buried deep inside you? You’re so fucking hot inside. Come with me, Siena. Let me feel you come again. With me. Together.”
“Yes! Now!” I roared. And with that, I let go, screaming his name as I came again. Exploding around him as he finally let go and emptied himself inside me.
Our breaths heavy, Michael loosened his grip on my hands. They were tight and sore as I flexed them open and closed. He rolled to the side, tossed the condom into a trash can, and pulled me into his body. His heart hammered against my hand. I couldn’t help but trail my fingers up and down his chest as we both lay there.
“You’re staying the night, right?”
And with that one simple question, I felt blissfully complete. I hooked my leg over his and snuggled closer. Placing a kiss against his chest, I laid my hand over his heart and closed my eyes.
Michael
The bed was empty. Itouched the space where she had been, trying to feel any warmth leftover from her body. Had I overplayed things? Moved too fast, too soon? My heart dropped as I realized Siena must have left in the middle of the night. I grabbed the pillow she had slept on, inhaling her fragrance, trying to glean any trace left of her. What was that scent?
I buried my face trying to determine what I was smelling. Weird, but it smelled like a combination of vanilla and . . . coffee?
I held the pillow away and inhaled the empty air. Coffee.
Faint footsteps stopped my heart.
She was still here. She had stayed.
The sight of her, wearing my shirt over her tiny frame, took my breath away. It was baggy but showed off those lean legs, the hem stopping mid-thigh.
“I made coffee,” she said, handing me a mug. “Your brand sucks, by the way. But I did the best I could.” Only those bright hazel orbs could be seen as she took a sip. “And I brought the soup inside. It’s in the fridge.”
I shifted, propping myself up with the pillows, and held out my hand, gently tugging her close when she put hers in mine. “Good morning.” I lifted the hem of the shirt, featherlight touches to her flesh. She shivered at the gentleness of my fingers moving over her skin to that sweet spot where her leg joined her smooth, bare center.
As her breath hitched, I took her mug and set it next to mine. She bent, framing my body with her hands and brought her lips to mine, warm from the coffee, soft and full. I pulled her lip into my mouth, suckled gently.
As she stood up straighter, the quirk of her eyebrow made me smirk. She realized my intention. I lowered the sheet slowly from my waist, her eyes on my hands. Her small gasp when I uncovered my rock-hard cock made me twitch with desire. I pumped myself, my dick jumping with the flexing.
“I suppose you have something in mind for that?” She watched as I put a condom on, stroked myself again.
“Oh, Ms. Moretti. I have something in mind that you’ll appreciate.”
She laughed as I pulled her down on top of me. She wasn’t wearing a stitch other than my T-shirt, which I promptly pulled up and over her head. I cupped her perky mounds, squeezed, and kept my hands tight against her skin as I slid them down her body. She rocked up when I reached her hips. I slid into her inch by inch. She leaned forward, pressing herself into my chest, and started moving. Our lips locked, our hips drove into one another, and I couldn’t think of anything more perfect than an early morning quickie in bed with this beautiful woman.
Sated, exhausted, and full of her, I walked Siena to the door an hour later. I wrapped my arms around her waist, grabbed her ass, and pulled her to me. “Thank you again for coming last night,” I said, kissing her softly.
“I think you mean coming over,” she said, her lips against mine.
“Nope, I meantcoming,” I laughed, squeezing her ass.
“You’re quite welcome.” She splayed her hand on my face, then ruffled my hair. “Go do something productive. It’s a workday.”
Inappropriate thoughts came quickly. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t object to playing hooky.”
She scrunched her face, contemplating the option. “Maybe later. I need to check on Pops. Maybe I’ll come back later and check on you.”
“If you don’t, don’t blame me for what happens.”
“You don’t scare me, Mr. Blaire.” She jutted her chin out, stubborn, obstinate little thing.
I leaned against the doorjamb, scratched at an itch I didn’t have, pushing at the waistband of my sweats. I watched her eyes follow my movement as her tongue traced her plump lips. “On the contrary, I’m trying to entice you.”
“You are a greedy man.”
“I’m not the only one who’s greedy. Exhibit A—” I flicked my finger over her hard nipple.
