Page 55 of Affinity

“No,” she scrunched her brows. “Why would I have one on me?”

“I’m sure you’ll be mentioned just as much as me.”

“But it will be in correlation to you so you’ll also be mentioned making one for me pointless. I only need the one on you.” Abbi tapped my nose with her finger as she shook her head. I wasn’t sure she understood that the public was going to want to know everything about her, and the media would make up lies just to create drama. “Now hurry up and wash my back, so I’ll have time to suck your cock before I have to go.”

She didn’t need to tell me twice. I washed her hastily, and all the while, Abbi giggled as she tried to wash every inch of me as well. It was like a game of beat the clock, and we were both out to win.

In no time at all, I was wiping Abbi down with a plush towel from the warming rack, and paying special attention to a few choice areas.

After wrapping the towel around her, Abbi’s eyes lit up. “Okay, my turn.” With her hands on my chest, she pushed me into the bedroom. The backs of my legs hit the bed, and when she pushed again, I let myself fall. Kneeling on the ground, Abbi licked from the outside of my knee up to where my leg joined my hip. I wanted her to take a left and wrap her mouth around my weeping cock. Instead, she moved to my other leg and licked up until she met the lines of my ‘V.’ “I don’t want to miss a drop.” Flattening her tongue, she traced every inch of skin on my arms and torso, even my neck.

I’d never had a woman lick almost every square inch of my body before. It was erotic, but also maddening. Maybe she was paying me back for all the times I had to taste her everywhere but where she wanted me. Finally, she started to move down my body. My hips jutted up on their own accord. I couldn’t control my body now that she’d driven me wild with want. She let her wet hair glide down my body, cooling my overheated skin. Swirling her tongue around my belly button, she looked up my torso from behind her long eyelashes. God, she was so beautiful. Keeping her eyes trained on me, she wrapped one hand around my shaft and started to stroke. Her hands were so soft. It turned me on even more that she couldn’t manage to wrap her hand around my girth. Leaning down, she licked and sucked on the tip while pumping my cock.

In one swift move, she deep throated me, and as she bobbed back up, she licked her tongue up the underside of my length. I loved watching my shaft disappear in and out of her holes, but damn did I love watching her pretty pink lips turn red and swollen from sucking my cock.

“Fuck, baby girl. Your mouth feels so good. I can’t wait to cum down your throat and watch it dribble out of your mouth.” Fisting her hair, I fucked her mouth. Every time my cock hit the back of her throat, I let out a growl. She was mine and no one else's. I watched as stream after stream of my semen filled her mouth, and Abbi took it all like a pro, not letting one drop slip from her puffy lips.

Holding out my hand, I helped Abbi rise from the floor. “Have I told you how beautiful you are when you have my dick in your mouth?”

“I don’t think so,” she answered as she started to walk out of my room. “Is that the only time you find me attractive?” She slipped out of the room, leaving me with a wink.

I stood in my closet, which was far from full. Maybe I should have Abbi move her clothes into my closet. That way, she wouldn’t have to leave to get dressed in the morning. I decided right then and there that I would come home and move all of her things into my bathroom and closet while she was gone for the day.

I’d show Abbi I could commit.

Surprisingly, I found Abbi waiting for me when I came out of my bedroom. She was in the kitchen wearing the most sinfully tight skirt on the planet. It showcased her ass perfectly, making me want to take her against the kitchen counter, and then demand she change so no one else could see her in it. I didn’t do either of those things, though, because I wasn’t the Neanderthal she thought I was. I could control certain impulses when I needed to. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed up the column of her neck. I smoothed my tongue on the spot right behind her ear, knowing now that it drove her wild.

She tilted her head to the side, giving me better access as she continued to make scrambled eggs. “You’re insatiable. What am I going to do with you?” She giggled and scrunched up her shoulders as the scruff from my chin tickled her delicate skin.

“Stay home with me and let me have my wicked way with you,” I murmured against her skin.

“Okay,” she pulled away, her brows drawn. “That’s enough. I hate to break it to you, but I’m going to work. I want to go to work. This is what I’ve been working toward for the last four years, and it means something to me that I got a job at one of the top firms in LA.”

Holding my hands up in surrender, I backed up until my ass hit the island. “You’re right, and I’m sorry. I guess I was just hoping I was more enticing than your job, but I understand why it’s important to you.”

Her face softened as she peeked over her shoulder. “Thank you. I promise, once I get home, you can dazzle me with your charms. But for now, could you get the bacon out of the microwave? We don’t have a lot of time before we need to leave.”

“You didn’t need to make breakfast, you know. We could have picked something up on the way,” I said to her as I took out the plate from the microwave, not realizing how hot it was. “Fuck,” I shouted as I nearly dropped it on the floor.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t even think to tell you to grab a potholder or a towel.” She ran to me as I sat the offending plate down on the first available surface. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me to the sink before she turned the faucet on and stuck my hand under the cool water. “Better?”

“Better,” I grumbled. I felt like a bumbling fool for getting burned.

Abbi pulled my hand from the water and dried it like my hand was made of rice paper. Raising it up to her mouth, she placed a soft kiss on my palm. “All better.”

Keeping my hand in hers, she led me around to the table where she already had a cup of orange juice waiting for the two of us. “Again, you didn’t need to do this.” We could have had more time in bed if she didn’t feel the need to feed me.

“I know, but I like cooking. It settles me, and if you want to know the truth, I’m a little nervous about going to work today.” She set the plate of bacon down and then the eggs. “What if I don’t do a good job?”

“Has Catherine mentioned anything about you not living up to her expectations?” I asked as I placed half the bacon on my plate and a giant spoonful of the eggs.

“No, but there hasn’t been much going on. It’s not hard to monitor the few people she gave me on social media. I have everyone set up on alerts, and it’s all been quiet.”

Reaching over, I squeezed her hand. “You’ll do great, don’t worry about it.” I placed a forkful of eggs in my mouth and moaned. Damn, she could cook. How did she make eggs taste like heaven? “These are the best eggs I’ve ever eaten, and I’ve had them from all around the world.”

“Thank you,” she blushed. I loved how the slightest little thing could make her soft skin pink up.

We ate the rest of our breakfast in silence. Once we were done, Abbi cleaned up the kitchen by herself, even though I tried to help her. I could put a dish in the dishwasher. I wasn’t a complete imbecile.

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