Instead, we use the morning more wisely. My heartbeat spiking as he pulls the laptop out of my reach and lifts my T-shirt. He leaves slow warm kisses down my chest, my stomach muscles twitching at the contact.
“Do you remember what you told me your idea of a perfect morning was?”
My brain grapples to find the memory underneath the tingling sensation of his mouth. “I said I want someone to wake me up with coffee, feed me French toast, then go down on me.”
From my waistline, he looks up through dark lashes, his fingers curling around the edges of my underwear. “Does it need to be in that specific order?”
I bite my lip and shake my head. “I could consider making an exception just this once. But I do need to talk to Cecily this morning before we release my counterstatement,” I say.
“Mm-hmm,” he says, his tongue running up the inside of my thigh.
My lips part on a gasping inhale. “And I need to meet with Lana about coming on board in three hours,” I say to the ceiling.
He laughs, his breath tickling against the soft cotton of my underwear. “Does that brain of yours have an off switch?”
I sink deeper into the mattress. “Yes, try and find it.” My voice is hoarse as my fingers dig into the sheets.
He climbs back up my body, sinking his lips into my collarbone, my hands running down his bare taut back. “Is that a challenge,Miss Cole?” The friction of his thick thigh sliding between mine runs straight to my center.
“That depends on how competitive you are. And if your French toast is as good as you say it is.”
My palm circles the back of his neck, pulling his soft lips to mine. My tongue slides against his, the taste of minty toothpaste waking me up even more. He wraps an arm around me and shifts us farther up the bed, placing my hands on the headboard.
“Oh, it’s as good as I say it is.” He takes my wrists in his palms and slides them under the pillows. “These stay here, all right? No checking your emails,” he instructs onto my lips.
I nod silently, blood rushing to my cheeks.
He drags my underwear down my legs, leaving them hanging off one ankle, before licking his way back up to my center. My body jolts with pleasure, riding the feeling of his tongue pressing into me. My blood pulses through my head, the need building and building until I’m clawing the edges of the pillows. My throat is dry from gasping inhales and whispering his name, “oh god,” and “don’t stop” into the morning air.
His hands follow the sloping path of my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples in rhythm to his tongue’s thrusts. He adds a finger, then another, priming me for him.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” he says, his lips glistening. The sight takes me over the edge, keening and moaning so loud I thank god the only other being in the apartment is Warren Buffett.
An hour later I’m gulping down my first sip of freshly ground coffee at the kitchen counter when Oliver’s phone vibrates against the countertop.
He answers, nodding a few times with a serious expression shadowing his face before holding the phone out to me. “It’s for you. Maybe you should ask Dom if you can hire an assistant.”
I raise my eyebrow at him. “Looking for a job?”
He rolls his eyes and kisses me on the cheek before shoving the phone into my hand. “I’llassistyou anytime you need.”
Cecily’s voice rings through the speaker. “Hey, I know you’re meant to be lying low right now, but you’re going to want to take this. Can I merge the call?”
“I’m going to take this in your room,” I say to Oliver, who nods in return and goes back to the saucepan sizzling on the stovetop.
“Hello, this is Jess Cole.” I tuck my hair behind my ears.
“Hello, Jess. This is Bernadette Reid.”
My body freezes, alarm bells going off all around me. “Oh my god! Hi!” I immediately cringe at my overexcited tone, clearing my throat. “How are you doing?”
“I’m good. I imagine I’m doing better than you this morning.” Her accent makes it hard to understand if she is being sarcastic.
To be safe, I laugh nervously. “You’re probably right.”
“I watched your video. What you did was...” She mulls her words on a hum. “Inadvisable.”
My feet begin to stalk back and forth around Oliver’s bed as though they are trying to run away from this conversation. “Yes, I know. And I just want you to know that when we had our meeting I was complet—”
