Page 58 of Her Filthy Grump
“Good morning.”
“Good morning.” She talks through her hand.
“Kiss me.” I grab her hip and haul her on top of me.
“No.” She laughs and continues to clasp her fingers over her lips. “Morning breath.”
“So what?” I roll my eyes. “I can handle a little morning breath. I want to kiss my girl.”
“Fine,” she sighs dramatically and puckers up as if she’s staged and ready.
I lace my hand in her hair and fist the strands. When she gasps, I claim her mouth. Her eyes slam shut, and she moans. I suck her needy response down like it’s my last meal.
Even though my dick hurts, and I need to go to work, I’m struggling to remember why I can’t spend the day indulging in another round of her riding my cock. Which is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Layla in all her glory with her tits bouncing as she glides up and down over my dick. I shudder from head to toe. I’m never going to get enough of her.
I clasp her face and lean back. “I’ve got to get ready to go to work. Vargas filled in for me last night, so I need to take part of his shift.”
“Okay.” A flash of sadness covers her face, and like an asshole, I want to cheer.
“You want to come to my place tonight?” I waggle my eyebrows. “Heavy on the come.”
She bats at my upper arm. “Are you sure you’re up for it?”
“Yeah.” I grab her hand and place it over my cock. “I’m ready.”
“No.” Her face grows serious. “I mean, are you sure you aren’t sore?”
“Isn’t that a guy question?”
“Well, it might be, but I kind of remember your face scrunching up as I galloped on you like I was riding a horse, and I don’t think it was in ecstasy.”
“God, I l….” I pause and swallow the L word. It’s not something I toss out lightly. Okay, I’ve never said it to anyone but to family. Hell, I’m pretty sure I never said it to any of them either. “I should be ready to drill you like an oil rig tonight.”
“Go take a shower.” She rolls off me. When I don’t move, she arches an eyebrow. “Scoot. Hurry up. I want your pillow.”
“Wench.” I climb from the bed. Every muscle in my body and some I had no idea existed scream as I move.
What did you learn last night, big boy? Don’t be a fucking hero.
When I get to the bathroom door, I spin around and stare at her. The sheet is wrapped around her waist as she clutches my pillow to her cheek. She sighs and sinks into the fabric.
Her bathroom is small but clean. She has several rows of rolled-up black towels tucked on a shelf, and none of her feminine products are left laying out on the counter. A large mirror covers the wall behind the tub, and there is a standup shower beside it.
Although I have dark circles under my eyes that broadcast the three hours of sleep I managed to get, they don’t dampen the enormous smile on my face or the twinkle in my eyes.You look like a total goner.
So what?
I yank on the shower knob and wait for the water to heat. After the temperature is right and not going to feel like buckets of ice landing on my head, I step in. The warm water cascades over me, and I let the heat relax my muscles.
As I rub soap over my body, I raise an eyebrow. No wonder my dick hurts. Who gets a hickey on the head of their cock? Not that I don’t deserve it since I put one on her neck.
Several minutes later, I hop out of the shower, dry off, and yank my jeans up to my thighs. I’ve got to stop showing up to work wearing the same clothes I wore the day before, or the guys are going to give me crap.
My phone rings. “Kameron, your phone.”
“Will you get it?”
“Are you sure?”