Her gasp doubles the urgency pulsing between my legs.I wrap my arms tighter around her and tuck her head under my chin.
“Be still, baby doll.Let me hold you a little while longer,” I mumble.
“I need to get up,” she insists.
I shake my head and pull the covers over our heads.
“Your boss is right here, and he says you should sleep in,” I say.
“But you’re hard,” she accuses.
“Yes, I am.I’m always hard around you.Don’t worry about him, love.He doesn’t control me.”
She honors me again as she slowly relaxes against me.
We enjoy each other’s embrace until my alarm rings a few minutes later.
She pushes out of my arms and rolls away.
I grind my teeth, shift onto my back, and pull myself up to lean on the headboard.The collar of my shirt slips off her shoulder and reveals creamy smooth flesh.My mouth waters.I adjust the blankets and my cock tenting them underneath.
She brushes her hair back and pulls my shirt back onto her shoulders.
“I’ll take the bathroom first,” she says.
She rounds the foot of the bed and heads toward the restroom.My entire lower half clenches.She’s a wet dream in the flesh.I yearn to pin her to the mattress and worship every inch of her with my mouth.
Makeup free with her hair a mess and wearing my clothes, she’s a tempting bundle of vulnerable and soft compared to my raging hard on.
I clear my throat.She stops with her hand on the doorframe to the bathroom and looks at me over her shoulder.
“You’ve worn that suit two days in a row already.I’ll drive you to your apartment and wait for you to change, so stay in that for now,” I say.
The excuse sounds plausible enough, but really I just want to see her in my clothes for a little while longer.
She rubs her hands over her face before shrugging.
“That’s the only way I’ll make it to work on time now, so okay.But you have to drop me off a few blocks away from the office,” she says.
I cross my arms over my chest.
“I’ll drop you off at the coffee shop,” I counter.
She narrows her eyes and opens her mouth, but I cut her off before she begins.“Don’t argue or I’ll find more things to buy you.”
“Fine.Wait… the coffee shop?Do you wait like a creep outside and watch me there, too?”she asks.
“I do not.I sit at the back corner table.”
She groans and shakes her head as she steps deeper into the bathroom.
I smile and pinch the insides of my arms to prevent myself from darting across the room and living out my fantasies doing unspeakable things to her in the shower.
She doesn’t need to know I only saw her once in the coffee shop by happenstance.Her reaction says she won’t believe me even if I told her, and it’s much more fun to tease her like this anyway.
She turns and meets my stare, but there’s no heat in her gaze despite her dramatic, “You.Are.The.Worst.”
She shuts the door and engages the lock with an audible click.I chuckle and grip the base of my cock through the blankets.With a punishing squeeze, I silently warn him not to embarrass me before whipping the blankets off and rising.I ignore the incessant throbbing between my legs and putter around in the kitchen making coffee, pouring juice, and gathering a simple breakfast.
