I’d been satisfied enough with the quick hookup in the bar, but I had to admit that my heart fluttered at the thought of another morning after.
Chapter 3
It wasn’tthe sun that woke me up. It wasn’t my body’s natural clock. It wasn’t some catastrophic event that required my immediate attention.
It was Connor’s mouth. More specifically, his tongue, dragging a warm path up my thigh, only stopping once he teased the skin near my hip. I moaned, arching toward that wet heat. My cock stirred, eager for the same attention my thigh was getting.
“Good morning,” he mumbled against my skin, inching closer to where I really wanted him to be—at a painstakingly slow pace.
I barely managed a “morning” back. My throat was dry, but giving Connor wordless praise took priority over speaking anyway.
He continued his path, finally taking a fistful of my erection and opening his pretty mouth. I watched in anticipation through half closed eyelids.
Then my phone rang.
“Don’t even think about stopping,” I groaned. With a handin Connor’s mussed hair, I guided him to keep going. With the other, I fumbled for my phone to silence it, but I knocked it off the nightstand instead.
I didn’t care.
Connor’s mouth closed over my cock, sucking a slow path down my shaft before hollowing his cheeks out and repeating the process. I threw my head back onto the pillow…
And my phone rang again.
“Fuck,” I growled.
He pulled off me. “Do you need to get that?”
I reached down and grabbed my phone. Raleigh’s name flashed on the screen. It wasn’t abnormal for him to call me outside of work hours, so I silenced it again and laid it face-down on the nightstand before instructing Connor to get back to work.
It couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds before it happened again, and Connor rose onto his knees.
“I think it might be important,” he laughed, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth.
“Fucking Christ himself better be at the bar.” I snatched my phone off the nightstand and swiped to answer the call. “What?”
“Whoa, someone’s grouchy this morning.”
“You would be too if I interrupted what you just did.”
“Interrupted?” I heard his deep chuckle. “Rookie move.”
I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a laugh. “What do you want, Raleigh?” I sat up, pulling the top sheet over my lap as Connor lifted off the bed, motioning toward—and then disappearing into—the bathroom.
“Can you come in early today?”
I stayed silent long enough for Raleigh to ask if I was still there. “I’m still here. Just wondering why that couldn’t have been a goddamned text message.”
Raleigh dropped his voice down. “Because Angel asked me to call you, and when he gives me those big blue eyes I can’t tell him no.”
“Raleigh, he doesn’t even have to look at you.”
“I know, I know, I’ve got it bad. Can you come in early or not?”
I sighed, brushing my hair away from my face. “How early?”
“Twelve?”
I pulled my phone away from my ear to glance at the time. It was 10:30. “Seriously? What’s so important that I need to be there three hours early on a Tuesday?”
