Chuck:But watching them flirt with disaster? Pure entertainment.
Lou:Exactly. Now give me those glasses again. I want a better look!
Clinton cleaned me up, tucked me into his bed, and then excused himself to do the same. I have never had a man come in his pants simply from being so turned on from giving me pleasure, and I want to return the favor, but my eyes begin to lower, dropping me into a comfortable slumber. As my body sinks into a real sleep, my mind drifts to Waffles curling at my feet, and my eyes snap open when I realize I won’t be home to feed him.
“Waffles!” I whisper-shout as I fully wake myself up, and grab my phone from the nightstand. I pause for a beat, holding it in my hand, as I realize this was pocketed in my jeans before I changed. Clinton must have plugged it into his charger, and his thoughtfulness warms my chest. I’ve been so caught up all day, and now night, I open my text thread with Cass, knowing she’s closer to Waffles than I am right now.
Cass
We need a girls’ night.
I feel like such an asshole for not responding. It's been hours since she texted me, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. I know she understands, and I never have to apologize for doing life, but I still feel the need to.
Paloma
I’m sorry I missed your text, babe. Girls’ night would be bomb.
Can you do me a favor?
Cass
Of course! And it's no big deal, Lo. I know you’ve got a lot going on.
Paloma
Can you stop by the house and feed Waffles?
Cass
Of course. *eyes emoji*
And where are you?
Paloma
I’m with Clint.
And I had that talk with my dad too.
Cass
AHHHHH! What?! Girl, do not worry about my nephew. I will feed his chunky ass as soon as I close up.
I'm really proud of you.
Love you, Lo.
Paloma
Love you too, Cass.
Now that Waffles is taken care of, I can relax and let the plush mattress cushion me further. I release a content sigh, enjoying the soft pillows and fluffy comforter, and my eyes snap to the ensuite door as it opens. Clinton raises his gaze to me and smiles, his dimples peeking as he does. God, this man is so damn fine. His tongue parts his lips and travels along his bottom lip.
Being fucked by his tongue just an hour ago sends a shiver down my spine, and I press my thighs together, hoping it will give me an ounce of relief because I know he won’t take it any further. I may want to fully feel him, but my body slumps further into the bed, exhaustion weighing me down, and it feels like I’m being swallowed into a dreamless sleep.
The bed dips and then Clinton is in my line of sight, cupping my cheek as he rubs his thumb in back-and-forth motions. He bends down and kisses the top of my head. “Get some rest, Dove.”
Warm breaths tickle my neck, and Clinton pulls my softness deeper into his hard lines. I wiggle slightly, not wanting to wake him, but knowing I need a shower after last night. A shower I hope I won't be taking alone. I lift his arm and scoot to the edge and turn to look back at him. Not wanting to disrupt his sleep but unable to stop myself, I run my fingers into his short curls.How can I be this lucky?I think to myself, caressing his trim salt-and-pepper beard.
