Was I brave enough to hide my heart from him?
My phone buzzed again—a text message—and I realized mydo not disturbmust’ve run out. I glanced out the window again. A rainy Monday morning sounded?—
Monday morning.
Oh, shit.
With a gasp, I rolled off Brakkor, lunging for my phone.Shit shit shit.
Sure enough, I’d missed two calls from my boss, and the text message had just come through.
I read it and dropped my head back to the pillow with a groan.
Brakkor rose beside me on one elbow, his hair tousled from sleep, his eyes half-lidded. “What is it?”
“I just got fired,” I grumbled, throwing my forearm across my eyes to hide the tears of frustration. “My boss hadn’t wanted to give me Saturday and Sunday, and when I didn’t show up this morning…”
Gently, Brakkor pried my phone from my grip. “Did you tell her your car broke down, and you’re stuck on Eastshore?” I heard him place the phone on the bedside table.
“No.” It wouldn’t have mattered. “She wouldn’t take that excuse. I guess…” I blew out a breath. “I guess I was hoping I was valuable enough that she wanted to keep me.”
His hand slid around my waist. “You’re valuable, Kitten.”
The endearment made my lips twist ruefully and I peeked out from under my arm to see him watching me intently, that strange green glow in the center of his eyes.
“I guess not to my boss. It’s not like that was my dream job or anything—selling overpriced clothing to spoiled teens—but…” I trailed off with a sigh.
“Your boss is a cruel and heartless human, and you’re better off without her.”
It was the seriousness of his tone that made me realize Brakkor was teasing, and I huffed out a little laugh.
He shifted, looming over me. “You deserve your dream job, Joss.”
Before I could ask him what that was, he was lowering his lips to my cheek, brushing light kisses over my skin. “Besides,” he murmured, “now you can take a vacation.”
I smirked, having an idea what he meant, and my arms went around his neck. “A vacation, huh? What does that entail?”
“Well, first…” He nuzzled my neck beneath my ear. “You sit on my face again. Maybe a third time, just to get it out of my system.”
Out ofhissystem? Just hearing him say something so nonchalantly made my core flood with need. “Y—” I began, but my voice stuck in my throat as he scraped his tongue across my skin. “How aboutyou?”
“What about me?” Brakkor was already intent on tugging up my sleep shirt, his hand cupping my breast.
“Aren’t you going to want to come? Oh myGod,” I squeaked when he rolled my nipple.
“Kitten, you can’t imagine how much pleasure it gives me to feel you come on my face. Do you have any fucking idea how good you taste?”
Since he was still rolling my nipple, and my pussy was throbbing, I could only manage, “N-no.”
“Then don’t argue with the expert.” He rolled and tugged me with him. “Now be a good girl and let me fuck you with my tongue.”
Brakkor was one persuasive male.
Later, he made me pancakes and bacon. Pancakes and bacon are even better than spaghetti when it comes to wooing me—let’s hope Brakkor doesn’t have a killer chocolate chip cookie recipe, or I’d be lost. But as I took that first big, delicious bite, he surprised me.
“I’ve been thinking about that dream job of yours.”
I raised my brows as I chewed—sogood—and waited for him to expound. Andwhenhad he found time to think about my job? After the second time I’d climaxed, I’d retreated to the bathroom for my morning routine…he’d followed and carried me into the shower, where he’d proceeded to wash my hair, making me groan for an entirely different reason, and stroke my skin gently.
