I chuckle. “If I spanked you right now, darlin’, I’d blow all over your back.”
Darcy giggles, her hips picking up their rhythm on my cock until she shifts downward. “What if we do something quick?”
She kisses a trail from my neck and down my chest, stopping to lick and bite my nipple, making me jolt. She peers up at me when she gets to my stomach, her fingers sinking below the waistband of my boxer briefs. “Need a taste of you so I don’t forget you at the market.”
Darcy lowers the band to reveal my tip, dipping her head to give it a gentle kiss. “Yeah?”
I can’t hold out anymore. I still have the image of her cleaning me off in the truck last night in my mind and I might just die here if I can’t have it. “Yes.”
Darcy rips my boxer briefs further down my legs as she takes me into her mouth all the way, gagging as I hit the back of her throat. I let out a deep “fuck,” and gather her hair in my hand. Except I can’t get it all at this angle.
And I have to at least try to get her off.
“Wait,” I say, and Darcy’s eyes cut up to mine, her mouth full. “Stand up for a second.”
I sit up and before she gets off the bed, I pull her in for a kiss. “Don’t think you’re getting out of this without kisses.”
Darcy smiles against my lips as I tug her to straddle me, both of us bare-chested. Her skin, this much skin, against mine is a wild feeling. “It’s the morning,” she objects.
“I don’t care.” My hand finds its home in the back of her hair as our mouths join. My boxer briefs slide down my calves, so I kick them off my feet, making Darcy laugh at the motion under her. She squirms and moans as our kiss intensifies until I pull away. “On your back.”
Darcy’s eyes light up, but she doesn’t move right away.
“Need me to say it again?”
She squeals as I flip her over and tug her legs to the edge of the bed, then cries out when my lips travel down her body. “Jake, it’s—” She cuts herself off with a sigh. “It’s really?—”
I hook my fingers into her shorts and yank them to her feet. “It’s what, boss?”
“It’s really hard to get me off that way,” she rushes out.
Her anxiety face is back: brows pinched, eyes round, lips parted in a frantic scowl. I need to act fast to get her on the right track.
“Hey,” I lace my fingers with hers. “Same rules as last night. As long as it feels good, I’ll keep doing it until you tell me to stop.”
Darcy nods, her lower lip pulled into her teeth. “But we’re short on time this morning.”
“Good point.” I stand between her spread thighs, my hands stroking over her legs, admiring the planes of her muscles. She’s naked, and even though it was great seeing her skinny-dip, this private show is much preferred. “But will you let me do that soon?”
She chuckles. “Oh, I certainly won’t stop you.”
I bend to kiss her belly button. “Good. Stay here.”
I go for her underwear drawer, searching for her vibrator that got me in so much trouble a couple days ago. But while I’m looking, I see a couple slips of paper, both with my writing on it. Is it possible to be incredibly aroused and incredibly touched at the same time? I hold up the pieces of paper. One is my note from the vibrator box and the other is the note I left her yesterday morning. “You kept these?”
Darcy’s blush is deep. “Shut up. They were cute.”
“You like me?”
“Well,” she says, gesturing to her naked body. “Yeah, I think I do.”
I grin and grab her vibrator, coming back to the bed. I tent my hands on either side of her, her smile up at me crushing every hope I ever had of her not completely ruining my life. “Guess I’m going to have to write you more notes.”
She sits up with her legs pinned together and turned to the side like a pin-up girl. I open the case and take out the vibrator, dropping to my knees and kissing hers. “Open up for me, baby.”
I kiss the insides of her thighs as she slowly spreads her legs, unveiling herself: wet, swollen, and ready.
“So beautiful, Darcy.” I trace a finger down her center and she shivers. “May I?”
