“Speak of the devil,” Gen humors, pulling away from me.
Eli comes to greet her with a hug, and Hana gets the same treatment. “Nice to see you again, ladies. Welcome to our humble abode. Do you like it?”
“It’s amazing,” Gen and Hana say in unison.
“Since you’re so popular, is the waiting list very long?” Hana randomly asks.
“Why? Would you like to get one?”
“I’ve always wanted one but never took the leap. And I saw a few things in there that were amazing.”
She points at the portfolio she was skimming through. “Ah, yes. Zack has a lot of success with women,” I explain. “Very delicate and unique designs. He’s here today, but he’s on reception desk duties. Let me get him for you.”
In three minutes, I have negotiated a consultation between Zack and Hana, for which they head to the private booths down the hall. Eli is in charge of the front desk instead, a task he accepts without much bargaining—probably sensing this is my chance to have Gen all to myself.
“Let me show you my office, an essential attraction of this tour,” I explain, taking her hand in mine and leading her to a hallway.
“Is it now?”
As we pass various doors, I tell her what’s in them, still trying to be a good host. “Tattoos, tattoos, piercings, this one too, tattoos again. That’s Eli, and this one right here,” I say, opening the door, “is my office.”
I shove her in there, and before the door is even closed, I wrap her in my embrace and dive to claim her lips. She’s as eager as I am, her hands clutching my hair as we devour one another. It feels like we’ve been apart for weeks rather than a day.
“Hmm, you smell good,” I appreciatively mumble, licking the outline of her upper lip. “What is that? Lilac?”
“I think so.”
“It suits you. But I prefer the smell of cherries. Makes me want to eat you whole, red.”
She demands more kisses until we’re both out of breath and need to recuperate. “You snuck out on me this morning,” I groan right before I lower to press my lips on the vein pulsing at the base of her neck. “You have to stop doing that, Gen.”
“I’ll stop when you stop coaxing me into having sex every time I wake you up,” she giggles.
I fill my hands with her bum and pull her closer, so tightly that I bet she can feel the piercings of my cock pressing through our clothes. “Don’t act like you don’t love it when I wake you with my tongue or fingers. One day, I’ll be so very gentle that you’ll wake up with my cock buried inside your wet cunt.”
She shivers against me, her delectable moan resonating in my ear. “Would you like that, red? Would you like to wake up to me fucking you?”
“I would, yes. Ireallywould.”
We kiss again, unable to hold back, and it’s dirty and sloppy this time, with our tongues wet and needy while our bodies grind where we crave to be united.
“I need you,” she whimpers, reaching between us to open my jeans.
“You do? You want me to slam you into a wall and fuck you like I’m trying to make you go through it?”
“Oh God, yes!”
It takes everything I have in me, but I let go of the soft mounds of her arse and rip myself away from her lips. “Then next time, wake me up before you leave.”
Once I’m sure she’s stable enough on her feet, I release her, quenching my amusement at her appalled expression.
“So, this is my office. This is my desk. This is my computer. And this is my chair.”
“Jake, I will find a more amenable boyfriend, I swear.”
“Stop leaving me without a good morning kiss, and I’ll be more amenable.”
“It’s not my fault if you’re asleep when I do it.”
