Page 88 of Mariposa
And she hasn’t had another nightmare since our first time together.
She nestles deeper into the pillow with a sweet hum. I need to go before I end up balls deep inside her, fucking her awake…or eating her pussy. I’ll take either. Or both.
I grab my workout clothes from the drawers because I have plans to run five miles around base before I hit the gym. It’s my routine, and I love routine; I thrive on it, and yet I’m gladly letting this beautiful, stubborn woman throw it off because it always ends with my cum dripping down her legs or her throat.
She’s just…different than any other woman I’ve ever known. I want to keep her here with me a little longer.
I look down to see my cock already harder than a fucking rock, throbbing painfully, and it demands her attention. Dammit. No, I’ll let her sleep because she does it so beautifully. I don’t want to wake her.
I run into the bathroom and take a cold, five-minute shower. The water runs down my back as I palm the tiles, and it runs through my hair as my mind travels to the beautiful woman in my bed.
I’m her damn boss, seventeen years older than her, and yet here she is in my bed, and not a single part of me gives a fuck. I know it’ll end; I know that…but right now, she’s mine. I’ve got a taste of heaven, and I want to drain it out of her until she only worships me.
As soon as I finish, Violet’s voice calls out for me.
“Kade?”
I come out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist. My stomach empties with a nervous sting at what Violet’s discovered. My hip collides with the wall as I hastily approachmy work desk, desperate to hide my art. It’s full of my finished wooden projects and carving tools. I’m passionate about my work—only three people know about my private hobby.
Now four, and that’s too damn much.
“You’re not supposed to be looking at that.” My steps are loud as I stalk over to her. I reach over her shoulder and try to pull away the wooden eagle. She gives me her back and curls in on herself, not allowing me an angle to retrieve it, smacking my hand away repeatedly with a menacing grin on her cute face.
I step back, embarrassed.
I scrunch my nose and play with the nape of my neck as I accept defeat.
Shit.
“It’s not my best work,” I whisper.
“Kade…” She turns around with a cheerful smile as she runs her finger through all the details of the wings. Tracing the feathers one by one. “This is amazing! Did you do this?” she chirps excitedly, her straight white teeth glistening in the sun.
“Yeah, I did,” I admit, my jaw tensing.
“It’s so detailed. The way you carved the eyes? There’s emotion behind them.” She pauses as her brown eyes narrow. “How long did it take you to do this?” She glances at me quickly before shifting the eagle to a different angle.
Wait, she cares to know?
“A couple of weeks. I do it whenever I have time away from work.”
“Oh wow,” she replies, studying the claws. The pads of her dainty fingers run over the smooth Texas ebony wood.
“You like it?”
“I love it!”
My heart skips a beat as the tune in her eyes shifts into something bright.
She…loves it.
“You don’t think it’s stupid or a waste of time?” I counter, expecting her to take the compliments back. She doesn’t know how much this means to me.
“What? Of course not. This is incredible. Can I keep it?” She holds it to her chest tightly. Her lips tilt into a wide smile as her two front teeth dig into her bottom lip.
Fuck.
I throw my towel on the floor, take the eagle away, and place it back on my nightstand. She stares at my already-hardened cock as I fist it from base to tip. Her tongue sweeps over her lips. That fucking tongue. I already miss the way she wraps it around me.
