I pulled out my phone as I got to my floor and crawled into the hallway. I managed to get into my apartment and sprawled out on the couch, flipping through the phone for Stormy’s number. If I could just talk to him, I’d feel better. I hit his name and the phone rang.
“Hello?” came his sultry voice, and I sighed.
“Just did something dumb.”
“I’m sure it’s not that bad.”
My world went fuzzy and the room spun as I mumbled responses to questions from Stormy that didn’t seem to matter. Everything was awful for a while. I got the feeling we’d done this before. He’d talked me through feeling like hell before. I just couldn’t remember when that was.
“How much were you drinking?” The concern in Stormy’s voice made my breath catch on a very unmanly sob.
“Uh….”
* * *
“You are not doingthis to yourself,” Stormy said. But that wasn’t right. Stormy wasn’t here. Brightness stung my eyes as I blinked them open and then slammed them closed again.
Light suction on my right nipple had my cock throbbing. It almost hurt, felt good, damn near tickled, but my cockhead pulsed every time a wet, wonderful tongue flicked over the sensitive tip on my chest.
“Mmm, that’s so weird. Why does my dick like it?”
The dark chuckle that slid over me tingled across my skin and stood the hairs up on the back of my arms. “Oh good, you’re awake. I was beginning to think I’d have to take a chunk out of you.”
“Huh?”
“Naughty, Mr. Mayor. You were not a good boy last night, did you know that?” He tsked and nipped at my nipple again. The jolt of pain made me rock my hips and forced a gasp from me. “There’s a very, very angry man in your living room. I offered him coffee.”
“Name?”
He sucked away the sting in my nipple, and I fought down a whimper. “Didn’t say.”
“Damn it. Gray hair or brown?”
“Red, actually. Should I be jealous? He’s cute, and he kept giving me these snotty looks.”
Groaning, I pulled a pillow over my head and moaned when Stormy went right back to my nipple. He really liked doing that. I wanted to rub off against him while he played with me, but he wasn’t lying on me and instead was sprawled out to the side in prime teasing range.
I lifted the pillow. “Can you kill me? That would make this all easier. Wait… how did you get in here?”
Stormy snorted, and he was beautiful in the sunshine that streamed into the room. The rays set his platinum hair aglow and his copper eyes sparkled. “You don’t remember begging me to come over last night? Letting me in? Crying while I held you.” The smile he gave me had my stomach squirming in a strange but nearly happy way, in spite of my hangover.
“It is safe to say I do not.”
He rested his chin on his hand and gave me an irritated look so reminiscent of Mark that my stomach flipped.
“Oh, I mean I completely remember all of that. You’re a god, and I mean it.”
He snorted and grinned. “Whatever you say, lover. Those reporters were dazzled by my stunning good looks, and I think I might have made things worse by coming here. Or better? Who knows. I sure don’t. Madam Winters might be upset. I didn’t stress about it. I just came over. You’re turning into a bad habit, Mr. Mayor.”
Groaning, I nudged him off me and sat up. He pouted and flicked my nipple. “Don’t forget my payment. I want to play with these.”
“Shit,” I grumbled.
“Get up.” He grinned.
“I am up.” I gave him the sauciest wink I could manage, considering I was feeling as steady as a canoe in a hurricane.
“Out of bed, then,” he said with a laugh.
