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I took a sip. Yep, it was terrible. Absolutely horrific. He didn’t have a coffee machine that I understood how to use, so I’d done the best I could. Why couldn’t he have one of those pod machines like everyone else I knew? Stick the pod in, makecoffee. His had levers and gadgets. This had not worked out well. I could even have dealt with the old-fashioned carafe one.
“I should have let you. This is bad.” I set my cup down.
He winced as he sipped his. “Yes, awful. Put that down. I’ll make more.”
I’d cooked up some eggs, and I was sure they were better than my coffee. I picked up my fork and placed the egg on the end of it in his mouth. “This, you’ll like.”
Zeke took a bite, and I let myself watch him take the food from the fork into his mouth and chew. He nodded at me. “Yes, really, really good. You can cook.”
“I can prepare very simple, basic meals. I would never say I can cook.” I moved away from him. “And obviously, I can’t prepare coffee with your gizmo.”
He grabbed my arm, dragging me to him. “Don’t go so far. The bed was cold.”
Zeke kissed me, and I smiled against his lips. I would say out of the two of us, he was the one who seemed needy this morning. The difference was that I loved it. I kissed him back. “I was trying to be helpful. You have a big day. I have a big day.”
He tilted his head and pressed a button I hadn’t touched on the coffee maker. It started to make steam. “What are your plans?”
“I’m going to work on the stuff the publisher sent.” Which would actually require me to check my email. “And maybe sketch some more.” I had something in mind, but I didn’t want to tell him about it. Not yet, anyway.
He nodded. “Sounds good. But it sounds as if I have enough time to do what I woke up wanting to do.”
The rain still pelted the house, giving our conversation background noise. “What’s that?”
He picked me up, and I shrieked because it was so unexpected, which made him grin. “I’m going to put my mouthon you, princess. I never got to do that last night or this morning. By the way, thanks for that wakeup. It was a real fucking treat.”
“You were having a bad dream.” The kitchen was less of an embarrassing place to discuss this. If he even wanted to.
He shrugged. “I don’t remember. No idea. But if that was the case, twice thank you. Anyway, back to what I wanted to do.”
I swallowed. “Zeke, I am happy to put my mouth on you.” I hated the word blowjob. Always had. And I hated the phrase eat you out. I hated all of the terms, which made sense, considering what I was about to tell him. “I don’t like oral on me.”
He narrowed his eyes at me and took my cheeks in his hands. “Why?”
“Too much pressure. And I worry that he’s not enjoying it, and then it’s just awkward and uncomfortable. Then there is the inevitable, what if he doesn’t like how I taste?”
He kissed my nose. “You know I like how you taste. Love it, actually. Woke up wanting more of you.”
I swallowed. “Well…that is, um, really nice. But the whole other problems are still there. And…”
“Layla.” He kissed both my cheeks. “Of course, it’s your choice. Let me just assure you of a couple of things for you to mull over. First, I will be enjoying myself. I’m hard thinking about going down on you. Any guy that doesn’t like doing it is only concerned with his own orgasm. Don’t get me wrong, I want one. I want another one with you. But that isn’t my utmost concern. Your pleasure makes mine better. No pressure during the act. Take all day. All night. I don’t care. When I’m going down on you, that’s all I’m doing. Only it won’t take you that long because you are an amazing lover and your body speaks to me.” He kissed me right by my ear. “So think about it. And it’s whatever you want.”
My heart beat like I’d already had coffee. I forced myself to swallow. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to go down on me. I wanted to like it. I just never had. “Maybe after I shower.”
He kissed me on my lip. “You don’t have to do that. But it’s whatever you want.”
The coffee must have been done because he handed me the cup. “Thanks.”
Zeke held my eye contact a few seconds longer than for it to be casual. “You’re welcome. There’s also something else.”
“Something other than you putting your mouth on me.”
He rubbed his eyes. “Fuck, you are going to keep me perpetually hard. Yes, other than that. I heard from Michael Li. Texted him yesterday because of this whole mess with your dad. I thought he should know. He’s security, and honestly, he was pretty pissed this was happening without him knowing. He’s sending security to you.”
I’d lived with security most of my adult life. In fact, these few days were the longest I’d been without a guard that I could remember. How old was I when it started? Twelve? “My dad took it away.”
“I put it back. My company, too. Li works for both of us.”
I guessed Zeke lived with security here at the house but not when he went out. “Shouldn’t you have a guard, too?”
