He was.
He did.
His cum spurted into my mouth, and I swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with the load he was giving me.
I wasn’t successful, but I did make sure to lick my hands clean when he was through.
He collapsed backward onto the bed, and I felt smug about my performance as I hurried to the bathroom to clean up.
When I got back, he was still on his back, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
“Are you broken?” I teased.
“For the moment.” He held out his hand. “Come straddle my face. That’s all I can muster.”
I crawled up the length of his body. “I think I can do that…”
Twenty-Two
I like my mornings slow and quiet. I want the day to romance me before it tries to fuck me.
—Romeo’s secret thoughts
Romeo
The soup, like everything the woman cooked, was fantastic.
The bread that she’d scrounged up was the perfect addition, too.
She’d seriously missed her calling not opening up her own restaurant.
Oh, and let’s not forget the cookies that she’d pulled out of my freezer and popped into the oven.
“I’m not going to be able to live like this.” I patted my belly. “I feel like I’m going to pop.”
“You’ll live.” She batted her eyelashes at me. “Now, let’s go cuddle under the blankets on the couch and watch Blue Bloods!”
She loved the show.
I’d introduced her to it a week ago, and we were already in the fourth season.
Personally, I hadn’t liked the show all that much myself. Having an issue with cops didn’t necessarily make me all warm and fuzzy inside to watch a cop show. But I always felt like watching the Reagans on the show was how I felt like policing should be. Not what I’d gotten in my own personal experience.
We made it to the couch, and Mable was currently lying curled up against my side, her beautiful head in my lap with her hair going everywhere. My fingers were skimming through the silky locks when my phone vibrated on the coffee table in front of us.
She reached for it with her toes and pinched the device between her big toe and her second toe.
I snorted when she brought it up to me and offered it to me like she was offering it with her hand.
“Thanks,” I teased, tickling her foot when she went to drop it back underneath the blanket.
She snickered and paused the show, yawning slightly as I answered the phone.
“Apollo,” I said, placing the phone to my ear.
“Houston,” Apollo drawled. “We have a problem.”
He’d been at home for a half hour. How could there already be a problem?
