But in all truth, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Behind me, Lex is more awake, nuzzling my hair and kissing my exposed shoulder.
“Do we really have to go to work?” I whimper.
“One of us has to, or it’ll look suspicious.”
“I vote for you to go while I stay here all day.”
There’s a smile on his mouth when he kisses the slope of my throat. “And how am I supposed to get any work done, knowing you’re spending your day naked in my bed?”
“Sounds like ayouproblem, Coleman.”
His tender ministrations get more audacious, his tongue grazing the shell of my ear, his hand finding my breast and fondling it. Between my legs, the desire to have him is already growing. After the night we had, it’s insane I have any need left at all.
“I can do either sex or work,” I try, hopeful.
“Are you trying to bribe me?”
His hand slowly goes down my stomach, his fingers sending shivers that I can feel in my bones. I spread my legs slightly to give him the access he needs, eager for his touch. He toys with the curls of my mound for a few seconds, teasing me into begging. Weak and unwilling to fight it, I arch my back with a moan, pressing my behind onto his erection. He chuckles low and drops another open-mouth kiss on my shoulder, gently sucking on the skin.
Finally, he gets to the point and rolls a careful fingertip on my overly sensitive clit. I moan again, the sensations rousing my tired body. Morningslexsounds like the perfect way to start the day.
“Are you sure you can only do one or the other?” he insists.
“Positive.”
“Hmm, a shame…” An unexpected slap on my ass makes me jump with surprise. “Get up. We need to get ready for work.”
“Lex!”
“What?”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Very much. You wouldn’t want to get fired, now, would you?”
“Alexander …” I warn.
“If I give you what you want, will you still come to work?”
“Yes!” I promise, exasperated by how astutely he manipulated me.
Within a second, he’s back against me. “Okay, so it turns out you’re not a morning person. I’ll try to remember that.”
With baffling ease, he rolls me on my stomach. Before I can protest, he straddles my thighs to lay random kisses on my skin. I’ll forever love feeling his lips on me. After a few pecks, I understand he’s kissing the dark freckles scattered there. Then, I get a more insistent kiss on the brownish mark on my left butt cheek.
“Did you know your birthmark is almost exactly the same shape as the Guangdong Province in China?” he asks, gently grazing the spot with his thumb.
It’s so random that I twist my upper body to stare at him with amusement. “And how do you know that?”
“I was looking at some facts regarding Huawei for a potential partnership, and when I saw the outline of the province their HQ is in, I noticed the resemblance.”
“You have my birthmark memorized in that clever brain of yours?”
“I have your entire person perfectly mapped in there,” he corrects. I laugh, thinking that while it isn’t exactly romantic, it’s pretty damn close.
The birthmark gets one last kiss and then comes the sharp, unexpected bite of his teeth on my soft mound. He doesn’t inflict any pain, or not much, at least. His hand slithers under me when he straightens up.
