“Rule.” His thick-from-his-orgasm, luscious voice filled the room. “The first time I have you after I return from London, you don’t suck my cock.”
I lifted my head to look down at him.
He seemed peeved.
But I was worried.
“You didn’t like it?”
He cupped the side of my head. “Vivienne, I nearly blew in your mouth. Twice.”
I grinned.
“I see you’re proud of yourself,” he groused. “But the first time I came in you, it wasn’t your mouth I wanted to come into.”
“I almost came when you were going down on me,” I shared.
“That would be acceptable.”
“So why wouldn’t it be acceptable the other way around?”
“Because I said so.”
My eyes got squinty, then, since I’d lost his dick, I rolled off to my back and bitched to the ceiling. “Oh my God, I just fucked an arrogant, bossy duke.”
His amazing face filled my vision. “No, darling, an arrogant, bossy duke just fucked you.”
He gave me a quick peck, then shifted, chucking the pajama bottoms neither of us fully divested him of, before he crawled over me to get out of bed.
I watched his criminally fantastic ass (though, I did give his beefy thighs a gander) as he moved into a dark room.
It lit, he disappeared, and I saw a lot of black tile.
The bathroom.
I shifted in bed until I was under the covers and then saw a gray, floppy-eared head pop up over the side.
“Hullo, handsome,” I greeted Bartholomew.
He looked at me, gave me a half-sleepy, half-happy pant, then he slid down out of view.
I felt the distinct movement a bed makes when a cat lands on it and looked over my shoulder.
Baby Blue was there.
While I watched, Snowball joined her.
Gingerface came up the rear.
Snowball and Gingerface were checking out the lay of the land.
Baby Blue just plopped down to stake her territory.
I sensed movement and looked the other way to see an equally delicious full-frontal view of Duke Six-Pack-Fabulous-Cock-Even-Semi-Hard strolling my way.
“We have company,” I told him.
He made it to me, lifted the covers, slid in beside me, then grabbed hold of me, pulling me on top.
