“Lemon, I have no doubt you are going to wow them. I’ve seen your designs. They’re incredible. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Kam.” She drops her head to mine. “Sometimes I wish I could bottle your optimism and confidence.”
“It’s a southern thing, sugar.” I kiss her cheek.
“Don’t call me sugar.”
I roll my eyes. “When are you going to get over that?”
“Never.”
“Yankee pessimist. That’s your problem,” I accuse.
“Definitely. It’s who I am. It’s also why I have you. To inject some laid-back southern style into me.”
“Lemon. Is this verbal foreplay? ‘Cause you know I will never deny injecting you with some laid-back southern style. It might be a little rough at first, but you’ll be as lazy as a house cat by the time I’m done with you.” I stand and grab her.
“Kam.” She places one small hand on my massive chest. “I wasn’t insinuating anything.” A piece of dark hair falls over her eye. She blows it away as she tries to fend me off. But all that talk of injecting has got me going.
“I’m not going to see you for five days, Lemon.”
“You’ll live.” She places her coffee down carefully while trying to escape from my hold. Multitasker, my Lemon.
“I’m not sure I will.” I crush her against my body and attack her mouth, licking up the coffee taste and savoring the softness of her lips.
Laney’s defenses drop as my persistence wears her down. “Right here, right now, real quick.” I turn her around and bend her over the granite island.
“Kam,” she scolds, but doesn’t stop me from lifting her skirt and sliding my fingers into her panties. I rub the sweet spot between her legs until she’s moaning and wet and pushing against my hand. She has no idea what she does to me sometimes. Giving me what I want, whenever I want.
“Fuck, Kam.” Laney shivers, her muscles tightening around my jabbing fingers.
“It’s going to be so worth being late,” I hiss into her ear as I shove the satin and lace material down her thighs.
“Fast, Kam.” She huffs.
“Don’t tell me what to do, sugar. I’m enjoying the view.” Laney naked from the waist down, her muscular calves carved out from the height of the high black heels. My cock pulses with a rush of blood. “You know how to drive a man nuts without even trying.” I slide my sweatpants down and palm my erection.
“Some girls just got it like that.” She grins at me over her shoulder, her bright blue eyes heavy with lust.
“You had me from the moment I met you.” I slip urgently inside her. “And every fucking second after that.” I drive into her forcefully, over and over, Laney’s body jerking with every thrust. We fuck hard and fast, her arousal drenching me from base to tip.
“It’s always so fucking good with you.” I anchor my hand on her throat and pound away until she comes. It doesn’t take long.
“Kam, fuck! Kamdyn, fuck!” When she screams my whole name, she explodes, shattering me right along with her. We climax together, a mixture of grunts and groans and sighs and moans filling the room.
Laney collapses forward on the cool granite as she catches her breath. Her body limp but every bit still as enticing. I’m reluctant to pull out, so instead I swim in the sea of our aftermath, sliding in and out of her pussy as easily as a warm spoon through honey.
“Now I can leave in good conscious.”
“Why is that?” Laney asks with her cheek still plastered to the countertop.
“Because my woman is sated and satisfied.” I lean over and press my chest to her back.
“And late. Don’t forget late.”
“Just for work.” I wink.
“Definitely just for work,” she adamantly agrees. “And definitely sated and satisfied.” Laney closes her eyes and sighs. I swell with pride. That look on Laney’s face is as thrilling as throwing a touchdown pass.
