Page 44 of Four Letter Feelings

“Oh come on!” She dismissed him with a wave of her hand and walked towards him. “What? You’ve never seen a woman first thing in the morning, before?” she joked, as she reached around him to grab the coffee pot from its stand. “Do they all leave in the middle of the night?” She almost sounded horrified. Jeremy smirked. “Why would they leave in the middle of the night? I want epic morning sex, damnit, so if you were expecting me to sneak out on you, I—”

He reached out and covered her lips with his finger. “No. They don’t leave. You said it yourself, epic, do you really think they’d leave this?” he paused and gestured down toward the bulge in his pants.

She fake-dreamy-sighed and fanned herself with her hand.

“Of course they’d never leave that,” she agreed with a gentle, playful squeeze. “Mugs?”

He pointed to the cupboard behind her head.

“Thanks. You’re travelling today, right? Do you have any food up in this place, or did you already do the pre-plane-purge?” she paused. “What?” She gave a lopsided grin and tilted her head. “I can’t help it, I like alliteration.”

“Nothing,” he answered, returning her grin. “You’re just… beautiful.” He reached up and gently tugged on her hair tie, releasing her unruly, auburn waves. Pushing them out of her eyes he tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

“Careful, playboy. You can’t get attached, remember? Friends with benefits, not friends with feels. You dig?”

He sighed. “I know. God knows the sex is pretty great, just think of how adorable our babies could be, though.” He grinned at her as she took a sip of her steaming coffee and started to cough.

“Ok, first of all, not every woman wants babies. I am one of the ones who do not. And secondly, if you ever refer to a happy-ever-after moment like that again, this,” she paused and waved a finger between the two of them, “is done. Capeesh?”

Jeremy nodded and poured himself a cup of coffee. “Capeesh. Sheesh. I was just kidding. What is your damage?” He eyed her suspiciously as she gave a quick shake of her head to indicate she wasn’t going to talk about it. “Ok, so, what? I call you when I’m feeling frisky, or what?” He wanted to more clearly define whatever agreement they were making.

She laughed loudly. “You’re kidding, right? I’ve already learned that my phone would be non-stop busy if that was the criteria. I call you when I’m horny and feeling like Jeremy du jour.”

“Wow. I’ve never been someone’s booty call before.”

“Do you feel emasculated, Jeremy?” she asked, placing her mug on the counter next to him and grabbing his sticky-with-sweat shirt by the collar and tugging him towards her.

“Actually, no. You’d think so, right? But I actually feel pretty fucking fly right now. A beautiful woman wants me to be her fuck buddy and satisfy her on command. That’s hot as hell.”

He kissed her briefly on the lips. “I do need to go shower, though. I’m all sweaty from my run. Then I’ll make breakfast.”

“What’s for breakfast?” she asked.

He kissed her neck and lowered himself to the floor, tugging the shirt up over her hips. “You are.”

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