Page 133 of Hard to Resist

“Yes?” I drop a hot kiss to the exposed skin on her neck, my tongue darting out and licking a line to her ear.

She shivers in my arms, a short gasp popping out. Despite her protests, her hips grind against my own, seeking relief. I smirk to myself as I maneuver my hands from her ass cheek to her cunt. She tries to wiggle out of my touch.

“Stop, I’m on my period.”

“So?”

Her eyes pop open, and she places a firm hand on my chest, trying to push me away.

“You are not fingering my bloody vagina.”

I don’t typically mind a little blood, but even I wince at the blunt remark. The way she says it is verging on the unsexy side of things.

“You sure? Blood doesn’t faze me.”

“I’m sure. You might not mind it, but I do. I can’t get in the right head space.”

“Fine, fine.” I relinquish, retreating my hand.

“I have to get up anyway. Can’t be late for that corporate grind.” Her words are thick with sarcasm.

She peels herself out of my arms and swings out of the bed, rubbing her eyes as she goes to open the blinds. Early sunlight filters into her small bedroom, signaling the end to our morning cuddle session.

“You could skip work. I don’t have any showings today.”

“Sweet offer, but even if we weren’t finalizing things for Frankie’s project today, I wouldn’t. I have perfect work attendance.”

She beams, proud at that statement, as she pulls some clothes from her closet.

“You are aware that work is not school; you don’t get bonus points for that. It’s why the government gives you PTO.”

“And that PTO is precious. I’m saving it.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to waste it all willy-nilly.”

“If you always wait for the perfect moment to use it, you never will.”

She frowns. “It’s too early to argue about this.”

“All right, all right.” I slink from the bed, wrapping my arms around her waist. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. The worst of the pain is the first two days; I’ll be fine today.”

I watch her as she goes about her routine getting ready, admiring the mundane morning that feels special just because she is by my side. I slip back into my clothes from last night and fiddle around with the coffee machine, prepping her a cup as she wiggles her feet into a pair of shiny black loafers. I know she likes her coffee sweet, so I open the fridge and spot a couple of creamers inside. After pouring in a healthy glug of birthday cake creamer, I bring it over to her.

“Here.”

“Thanks.”

She takes the mug and continues to flitter around the apartment. I’m slightly concerned as she gulps down the coffee in record time, while I take small sips of my bitter brew. We each grab one of the donuts I brought over last night, tucking them into paper napkins before leaving her apartment.

“You know, donuts are the best way to start the day.” She hums happily, biting the strawberry jam-filled dessert.

“I’d argue with that.”

“Oh? All right, let’s hear it then. What’s better than a donut?”

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