“You hardly slept.” Maybe four hours?
“I go for quality, not quantity.”
I laugh and arch my back against the erection pressing against my ass. “That’s a shame. I was about to ask if you wanted a quickie before work, but I know you must be exhausted.”
He makes a thoughtful noise as though we’re debating global warming. “It’spossibleyou might be able to persuade me as to the benefits of a quickie. I’m notthattired.”
Smiling, I close my eyes when his big hand kneads my breast. “You do have a stressful job, and morning quickies are like taking your vitamins.”
“Are you suggesting that since vitamins are daily, quickies should be too?” His hips flex against mine, slowly driving me crazy.
“We do want you to be healthy, right?”
“Yes, health first.”
He’s nibbling on my shoulder when I fit him between my thighs so his length runs flat against my core. “I’m a big advocate of health. Big, huge advocate.”
“Christ, you’re wet.” He groans appreciatively and nuzzles my neck.
“We slept naked with your face pressed to my tits, and your morning wood’s been saluting me for twenty minutes, so yeah, I’m ready to go.”
He snickers, and I’m smiling, thinking this has to be the best morning after ever.
A few minutes later, after reaching for a condom, he slides into me from behind and reaches down to rub my clit. I’m half ready to sing a hallelujah chorus from how good he makes me feel.
I go off in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
I’m throbbing around him when he grunts, “Holy shit. Did you just come?”
“That’s why it’s called a quickie.” Though, to be honest, I’m stunned it took all of sixty seconds to get to O-Town.
“Goddamn, that’s the hottest thing ever.” His hips buck faster, and I ignore my soreness and tighten my legs to make it extra snug for him. “Oh, fuck. What are you doing? That feels too good.”
I toss my arm behind me and fist his hair, arching my back to send him deeper. “That’s the point. Wanna make the taco a happy place for you.”
“Shit. Don’t make me laugh.” He’s swelling and jerking inside me and laughing at the same time.
We stay connected for a few minutes, catching our breath and snuggling close. A quiet contentedness fills me from head to toe.
Then he whispers, “You’re the best time I’ve ever had.”
I feel the exact same way.
Ethan
“Why are you smiling so much today?”
I shrug like I haven’t a clue what Logan’s talking about and try to focus on the bills in front of me.
“Nah, don’t give me that. Hmm.” He rubs his chin like he has wisdom to spare and looks me over. “Let’s see. You didn’t yell at me for being late or accidentally spilling coffee on your desk. And I caught you whistling this morning.” A smirk spreads on his face. “If you ask me, you look like a man who finally got laid.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask.”
That smirk widens. “And you didn’t deny it.”
“What are we, in high school? You wanna compare dick sizes now? We got shit to do. Stop being an ass and get to work.”
He snorts. “We both know I’d win in the dick compartment.”
