Page 89 of Phoenix

Chapter 21

Case

There’s something to be said about waking up to a mouth on your cock. In fact, it’s something I highly recommend every man experience at least once in their life.

But what is even better than that?

Waking Nora up with my tongue between her legs.

She was lying on her back, naked, with her pouting lips and perfect body—I couldn’t stop myself.

It doesn’t take very long before she’s clawing at my head and arching her back off the mattress, coming in a slow, sexy moan that bleeds into a sigh of pure contentment.

I kiss my way up her belly, between her breasts, and finally settle at her lips before lying on my side, facing her.

“Good morning,” I say, with a smile.

She looks my way and covers her face with her hands. “Good morning.”

“Why are you covering up?” I pull her hands away to find her blushing.

“I’ve never came that fast before.” She rolls on her side so we are face-to-face.

“And that’s a problem because...?” I push her hair behind her ear so I can see her face.

“It’s not a problem, I just don’t want to seem so...extra.”

“If that is your version of extra, bring it often and bring it hard.”

“Speaking of hard.” She slides her hand down my chest to slip under the covers, but I stop her with a hand to her wrist.

“I wanted this morning to be just about you. I’m good. You have no idea how satisfying watching you come is.” I lean over and steal another kiss.

“I have a question,” she says, laying her palm flat on my chest.

“Okay.”

“Most bachelors don’t have perfectly tended to flower baskets on their porches. Are you some kind of closet anthophile?”

“Careful, your love of words is showing,” I tease. “Nothing like that. This house was my grandmother’s before she passed away. She always kept flowers on her porch. When I moved back down here after she died, I wanted to keep her memory alive somehow. Flowers seemed fitting.”

“Who are you and where did you come from?” she says, staring into my eyes.

“I’m just me, Phoenix. Just me.”

I slide my arm around her body to pull her across the sheets so our chests touch. I grip the back of her thigh and hall it up to drape over my hip.

We lose ourselves in the mixture of tongues, hands, groans, and sighs only to be rudely interrupted by a loud ring coming from her cell phone on the nightstand.

“Shit.” She sits up and throws her legs over the side of the bed. “That’s work.”

I assume she has a special ringtone set for when works calls. I climb from the bed as well, going into the bathroom so she can take her call.

I close the door, but I can still hear her conversation, and of course, I can’t help but listen.

“Hello? Hi, Stacey. Yes. Yeah, I will be back in town in five days.” She is silent for a minute before speaking again. “So yes, Monday, that’s my first day back to work.”

The realization she’s still leaving hits my heart harder than I thought it would.

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