He grinned at his ceiling fan.
Keeping his hand in her panties, he slid it to her ass,asking, “What’s today’s plan?”
“My turn to cook tonight.At mine.”
“Time?”
“Whenever you come over.Just hit S.I.L.We’ll go uptogether.”
“I’ll text when I’m on my way.”
She shifted like she was going to move away so he cupped herass in both hands.
“Where yougoin’?”
She lifted her head and looked down at him.“Sucks to say,but wegottastart our days, boyfriend.”
“You don’t leave my bed juicy.”
Her eyebrows lifted before they lowered, her tongue came outagain, the tip hit the lower, then the upper, before her teeth scored thebottom and she whispered, “What?”
“Panties off, climb on my face.”
She blinked.
“I don’t ask twice, Arch.”
“Did you ask?”
“No.”
Her eyelids lowered, she ducked to him and touched her lipsto his.
Then his girl lost the panties and climbed on his face.
He was unsurprised she tasted fantastic.
He didn’t have high hopes he could wait to blow for heruntil Sunday.
But still.
He was going to try.
Mid-morning Jag texted her.
*When* it happens, how many?
How many what?she asked in reply.
Kids, he answered.
Jag was unsurprised again when her response was decisive andnot delayed.
Two boys.
Two girls, he parried.
Whatever, she returned.
