I lift my head from her chest, smiling wide. “Fuck, yes!”
“I’m kidding.” She giggles, pushing my head away. I turn, nuzzling into her hand to place a kiss on her wrist, just below her bangle.
“What time is it?” she asks.
I hide my face in her breasts. “Just gone eight thirty,” I tell her, with not an ounce of guilt.
“What?! Fuck!”
I roll my eyes and sigh, taking her place in bed as she jolts out from under me. I fall to my back, watching as she tries to rush to get ready, but she only moves shit around from one spot to another, not actually doing anything.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You had an accident. I never should’ve allowed you to go to work yesterday.”
She bends, picking up her sock, and I get the perfect view of her lace-clad ass. Spotting her other sock already on the bed, I snatch it up.
“Shit! I have nothing ready for Joey.” She starts to pull on her bra, and as she looks down to fasten the straps, I toss the sock to the door. “I didn’t even clean the studio!”
“That’s a shame,” I say, shrugging when she eyes me suspiciously.
“You fucking did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
“I think you are more than capable of setting an alarm, angel.”
She pulls on her first sock, then starts riffling through the sheets for the other.
“Fuck!”
“Over there.” I nod to the door, trying to be helpful.
She rushes over, bending down and snatching it up off the floor. “I am so flipping late.” I grin wide as I get another eyeful.
Fucking perfect.
“I will text Vin,” I tell her.
“You know, I’m pissed with you right now. You knew I had to be up. No sex for you tonight, Bossman.”
“I wouldn’t have got sex tonight anyway. You have… issues.” I wave my hand in the direction of her nether regions.
“Issues? My period, you mean. And it’s rarely for more than two to three days. I stopped last night,” she answers smartly.
My mouth drops wide, and I sit up in the bed. “And you’re only fucking telling me this now?”
“You could have woken me up like you normally do.” She shrugs. “You’d have at least got your dick sucked. You need to learn to pick your battles, and Joey… isn’t one of them.” She pops her brow as if she has it all figured out.
She slips from the room with her tank halfway over her head.
I give her thirty seconds, purely because it’s all I can physically allow.
“Hey!” I call out as I jog down the stairs. She turns, her hand already on the elevator button.
I pull her to me by the waist, and she comes willingly, her arms grasping mine as I lean down and take her pouty lips with my own. Her back arches, and I lift her from the ground, my cock jumping to attention as her body moulds to mine.
“I love you,” I tell her.
Her body goes lax, her smile not faltering. “I love you too,” she murmurs against my mouth.
