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I wish I could take a picture of this to keep forever.
“Holy smokes,” Mak says panting, with her arms draped over her chest. “My heart’s racing so fast.”
That makes two of us, only mine isn’t from the cardio.
Chapter 22
Mak
This is exactly what I needed—a hard fuck with a hot guy, followed by snacks and cuddle time. Laying against Carson makes me wonder why I never cuddled before. My other relationships were not like this one. We rarely took time to appreciate each other in simple ways like I do with Carson.
I’ve always been on a tight schedule with a million things on my plate, so snuggling up afterwards was never a thing for me. I’ve always been more of a hit it and split it girl.
But with Carson, it’s different. He wipes all responsibility from my mind. All I want to do is stay wrapped in his arms. Every time we’re together, I find it hard to pull away from him afterwards. It’s ironic that he and I aren’t in this for the long haul. Maybe having a contractual arrangement has taken the pressure off of us and that’s why it’s so nice.
Carson kisses the top of my head while we watch a movie on my laptop. My second wind has died down, and my eyes are lead weights that finally close for good.
When I wake up, Carson’s arm is wrapped around my waist like a bar on a roller coaster. I’m not sure how I’ll ever slip out. His light snoring is adorable. Wonder if I can wake him up with a little butt wiggle?
I try with zero success. Closing my eyes again, I drift back off to sleep.
When I wake a second time, my right leg and arm are sprawled across his body as if I’m pinning him down. Maybe, subconsciously, I was. I keep dreading the possibility of waking up and him having already slipped away to head back home.
His head is tipped away from me and he’s still out like a light. Holy mother of hotness, Carson’s sexy even when he sleeps. His pitch-black hair is all tussled and half in his face. His bottom lip is pushed out a little further than the top, making him look so damn kissable. His body takes up more than half my queen-sized bed and his feet actually hang off the edge. With just a blanket draped over his groin, I wonder if he kicked all the covers off in the middle of the night. This man is a furnace, which is another reason I probably slept so good.
Running a featherlight touch down his chest, I admire every inch of this man’s body. He’s soft and hard in all the right places. With him asleep, he doesn’t flinch or tense up when I touch him. I can’t understand why he seems to be uncomfortable whenever I run my hands all over him when we fuck, but I’m glad he hasn’t told me to stop.
Gripping his hard dick, I pump it a couple times, wondering if he’ll wake up or not.
He doesn’t.
Okay, I need to stop creeping on him like this and get my ass in gear. Slinking out of the room, I snag my cell to check my messages. That’s when I get an awful, wonderful, sneaky idea. Slipping back into my now bright bedroom, I crawl back into bed with Carson, and snap a couple pictures of us together snuggling. I don’t know why I do it, but I love the way we look together.
We make a really pretty couple.
He breathes in deep and then stretches out like a huge cat. “Morning, Beautiful.”
Crawling on top of him, I flash a huge, cheesy grin. I’m not normally so energetic when I wake up, but with Carson’s eyes on me like this, a boost of adrenaline shoots through me. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this happy. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
“There’s nothing good about mornings, weirdo.” He yawns and rubs the sleep from his eyes.
“Really?” Sliding down his body, I lick his hard cock and start sucking it.
“Mmmph.” His hand dives into my messy hair and holds a hunk of it. “I take it back. Happy best, good, wonderful morning to you, too.”
I laugh with his dick in my mouth. It makes him groan.
So I do it again.
“Your mouth feels so good on me.” His hips slowly raise so he can fuck my face. It’s gentle and yet not. I love it. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck him off while stroking his shaft and I grab his balls with my freehand. His breaths turn ragged a few seconds later. “Swallow me. I want you to drink every motherfucking drop I have for you.”
That’s all the warning I have before he explodes in my mouth. It’s salty and sweet and I make sure to drain him dry before popping off and licking my now swollen lips. I love how he looks at me. I love how fast I can make him unravel. I love that he’s breathing hard because of what I did to him. And I love how our energies always seem to match.
“You keep doing things like this and I’m going to put a collar on your pretty neck.”
I assume he’s joking, which is the only reason I don’t get my hopes up. Before I overthink it, I switch topics. “Got any photo sessions today?”
“No. This is an editing day. I have a lot of admin work to do too. Plus, I have to hunt down some models for book covers and work on my social media. What about you?”