His body shook, then he released his lip, his mouth falling open to let out an almost pained moan. It was like he’d been trying to hold back and now he’d finally let himself free. His hot release hit my abs. I felt my cock get heavier in my grasp. He fell over me, lips capturing mine as another shot hit my skin. I worked him until he was spent, the last of it dribbling down onto my cock. I released his hand and sensitive cock to work mine hard and fast. He kissed me through it, desperate and greedy.My free hand threaded through his silky hair, holding his head so he couldn’t leave even if he wanted to. But, good thing for me, he didn’t seem like he was going anywhere.
I liked that more than I had a right to.
When he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, I went off like a fucking rocket. Cum shot from my cock, landing in the mess that was already there, mixing us together in a way that shouldn't have made me all hot again.
I sank into the mattress, boneless and brainless. Danny placed one last kiss on my lips before rolling off and plastering himself to my side.
“Now that’s a way to wake up,” he said, tone alert and cheerful.
I replied with a short laugh, and that was all my brain and body could do at the moment.
It certainly was a way to wake up. I really hoped we’d have a chance to do it again soon.
And that was when I realized the damnedest thing.
I didn’t want Danny to leave.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Danny
“Do you need any help setting up?” Killjoy asked, a shyness in his expression that was actually cute.
After getting off, we’d cuddled in bed a little. Then we ate breakfast together. I didn’t hate a single thing about it.
“I probably won’t be of much help, but I can try,” he said. “Then I can go to the garage and leave you to work.”
“You could stay and watch,” I offered. I didn’t want to kick the man out of his own home, after all.
And, so, maybe the idea of him sitting silently in the corner, watching me while I got off for fifty or so people, sent a spike of electricity down my spine. I probably shouldn’t let him distract me like that since I was all about making it personal for my people. Not only were they paying, but I’d lulled them into a sense of sexual security of knowing what they would get from me. They showed up for me because they liked that intimate touch.
Was there a way I could do both?
Eh, maybe it didn’t matter, since Killjoy was shaking his head all while having his fists practically glued to his hips. This was his way of drawing a line. And it was sweet and cute, and all the things I never thought I’d see from this man. He wasn’t doing it to be rude or ugly. No, he was doing it to show me that he cared and respected me—more importantly, my work.
It was a hell of a thing to find a man like him.
It was also a shame I might not have a chance to see if it could go anywhere.
“I wouldn’t be a distraction?” he asked after an uncomfortably long minute.
“Not if you stay quiet and don’t move around too much. And you can’t go getting that sexyfuck meface that you get.”
He snorted and shook his head.
“I don’t get a sexyfuck meface,” he said, cutting his eyes at me teasingly.
“You do. You’re eyes get all smolder-y and dark. Then you lick that bottom lip so it’s shiny and enticing. It really makes me want to leap across the room and maul you with my mouth.”
“That’s an image,” he said, but his lips were twitching like they wanted to smile.
“Well, it’s true.” I stuck my tongue out at him in a bratty way. “It’s a face full of temptation and promises. Ones that I have no clue about yet.”
“Oh, really?” His gaze swung upward, looking directly at the loft.
“Fine, I don’t know all of them, and I’d very much like to,” I corrected.
“In due time,” he promised me with a calmness that should not have been hot. How did this man turn me on with the weirdest things? I fucking loved it.
