The feel of her slick heat against my cock has me ready for another round, but unfortunately, we ran out of condoms sometime in the middle of the night. But that didn’t stop this siren woman from sucking the soul from my body as her pussy suffocated my face in the most glorious way.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I warn her. “We’ve got to leave this room so I can feed you something. We need sustenance. And condoms. A lot more condoms.”
“I don’t know, Benny. Last night was fun and all, but you’re starting to sound like a stage five clinger with this talk of breakfast and next day condoms runs.”
She’s fucking with me again.Right?
An adorable snort escapes her, and before she can cover her mouth, I see the slip of her poker face.
I shake my head at her. “I’m going to let your smartass comment slide for now, but your pussy is going to pay for it later. Now get dressed so I can take you to breakfast.”
“I’m less of a breakfast gal, and more of an inject-a-pot-of-coffee-straight-into-my-veins kind of lady.”
“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Besides—”
“Yeah, yeah.Sustenance,” she mocks, cutting me off before lifting herself off my lap. Grabbing my dress shirt off the floor, she wraps it around herself like a robe and stumbles into the bathroom.
Why do I find it oddly endearing and not completely terrifying that she didn’t shut the door behind her?What is happening to me?
I’ve just slid into a pair of gym shorts when her phone buzzes on the nightstand.
Walking over to it, I holler over my shoulder, “Hey, Scar, someone named Gibby is calling you. Do you want me to bring you your phone?”
Scarlett’s voice is muffled by the sound of her brushing her teeth, but I’m able to make out, “Oh, that’s just Gibson, my driver. Can you answer it and let him know which hotel we’re at and that he can plan to pick me up later?”
Driver? Weird, but whatever.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Oh, hello, sir. Is Miss Carlisle with you?”
Carlisle? Is that her last name? Shit, I didn’t even realize. I guess we bulldozed right over proper introductions and straight to my hotel room.
“Uh, yeah. Scarlett’s right here. She’s just brushing her teeth . . .”
Putting her phone on mute real quick, I peek my head into the bathroom. “Hey, are you using my toothbrush?”
Turning to face me is a completely unashamed Scarlett with my toothbrush between her smirking lips.
“Brat!”
“Yet you can’t seem to get enough,” she throws back in a muffled voice.
She’s right. I can’t get enough of her. It should be alarming how easy things are between us. But the conversations between our rounds in the sheets last night were as natural as they come.
“Sir? Where is Miss Carlisle? Her father is requesting her attendance at the bride and groom’s brunch this morning.”
Unmuting her phone, I turn and head back into the bedroom. “I’ll take her.”
I wasn’t planning on attending the brunch this morning, even though I was invited, but I suppose if it means more time spent with Scarlett, I’ll go.
“That is quite unnecessary, sir. If you’ll just put Miss Carlisle on the line, I would be more than happy to take her off your hands.”
Take her off my hands? Who even says shit like that nowadays?
“Listen, Gibs, I officiated the ceremony yesterday for the newlyweds. I was invited to brunch as well, so let’s save the environment and I’ll plan on bringing Scar when she’s ready.”
I’m just about to hang up when I hear the guy sputter on the other end.
