I should be ashamed of my quick trigger, but I’m not. It’s a testament to how skilled my goddess is with her mouth.
“Fuck, Jordie. My god, you’re so perfect… I’m…” That’s all the warning I can give as I buck my hips against her face, small grunts escape with every thrust. Then I’m spilling into her mouth on a deep groan, holding her hair to keep her in place.
“Woman,” I pant, my breathing harsh and ragged.
She pulls off me slowly, looking awfully satisfied with her efforts. “Are your knees weak, because you look a little shaky?” she asks smugly.
I laugh. “They’re like overcooked pasta noodles right now. You were right about me needing the desk for support.”
“I always keep my promises,” she says, standing and tucking my cock back into my underwear.
I look at her beautiful, flushed face and swipe a dribble of my release that escaped from the corner of her lips. “You missed a little.” I grin wickedly, remembering what I told her a couple minutes ago about not wasting a drop. “And I always keep my promises too.”
CHAPTER FORTY
The return of Delphine
Jordie
For the first time in a while, I wake up on Monday morning with absolutely nothing to do. Except for snuggling with my man.
Phoenix has blackout blinds so I can’t see outside, but I sense it’s early. Rolling over, I cuddle into his chest, inhaling the scent of him. I can smell my apple body wash on him, but he also smells like sex. Lots and lots of yummy sex.
I try to go back to sleep, but the events of yesterday and last night have me thrumming with excitement. I’m a Super Bowl winner, and I had oral sex in a club with my entire family only yards away. And then when we got back to Phoenix’s house…
A large hand strokes up and down my back, and I hear his rough morning voice against the top of my head. “Morning, baby.”
I lift my face and kiss his chin. “Good morning, handsome. What time do you have to leave for work?”
His hand drops to my bare ass, and he hauls me even closer. “I think I’ll take the day off to spend with my girl.”
“Really?”
“Mmhmm,” he hums. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.”
After a few more lazy minutes of cuddling, I’m in the hotel robe Phoenix bought from Philadelphia while he takes a shower. I find thesash to the robe still tied to his bed and smile as I unwind it and wrap it around me. He had indeed tied me down, spanked me, and the fucked me like a stallion.
Then he made love to me. Then we fucked again. I have no idea what time we finally went to sleep, but it was in the wee hours of the morning.
My throat is a little scratchy from all the screaming, so I head downstairs to the kitchen to get a drink. I pull up short when I see a man standing at the coffee machine in only a pair of black sleep pants.
Remington Hale turns and sees me, a wicked smile creeping across his stubbly face. “Well, good morning. Did you sleep well, Jordie?” He sips his coffee and holds up a hand. “Never mind. I know the answer to that already. You didn’t get much sleep at all because I heard you praying all night.”
“Praying?” I ask.
“Oh god! Oh god, yes!” he says in a high-pitched voice. Then he bobs his eyebrows. “Sounded like quite the religious experience you were having.”
My cheeks sizzle with embarrassment, but I lift my chin and stride over to the coffee machine beside him. “All my prayers were definitely answered,” I retort, and he laughs.
“I’m teasing you, Champ. I’m guessing your throat is a little sore. Want me to make you a cup of peppermint tea?”
I pause with my hand on the coffee pot and nod at his thoughtful offer. “That would be nice. Thank you, Remi.”
When Phoenix comes down dressed in only a pair of lavender lounge pants, he finds me and his brother seated at the bar, sipping our respective warm beverages and chatting.
“Hi, baby,” he says, kissing the top of my head before rumpling his brother’s already messy jet-black hair. “Morning, Rem.” He pours himself a cup of coffee and comes to sit on the other side of me.
I’m now surrounded by half-naked Hale men, andseriously, do these guys have something against shirts?Not that I’m complaining.
