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When I was done, I stopped to look in the mirror. I was glowing and flushed. My lips still swollen from the passionate kisses. But I looked different. My features were…relaxed. I smiled all the time, but my muscles, all of them from my face to my toes, were loose. My hair was a mess, but I could pull it back tomorrow. Allowing myself to smile, I turned off the light to the bathroom once I washed up and headed back to bed.
He lifted the blankets up for me and I scooted in close, digging myself into the nook under his arm. He held me close as I ran my fingers over his chest as I inhaled his scent.
“Do you have a shift tomorrow?” he asked.
“Nope. You?”
“Nope. Is it presumptuous to ask you to stay and spend the day with me?”
I put my chin on his chest to face him. “It would be trouble if you didn’t. Now,” I said as I tossed a leg over to straddle him. “You ready for round two?” I asked as I reached between us and found his hard cock.
“Ready again?” he asked as he cupped my breast with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other.
“We have a lot of lost time to make up for.”
“That we do. Come here.”
Chapter 14
Mike
After a day in bed, only making brief trips to the kitchen for snacks in bed and a few bathroom breaks, I was spent. “I need a break.”
Jaz nuzzled her face into my chest and groaned. “Oh, fine. Onyx has texted me about a million times. My short replies aren’t satisfying her curiosity. I need clothes anyway.”
I tightened my arms around her warm skin, pulling her flush against me. “I didn’t mean I wanted you to leave. I just need a real rest. I can’t even keep track of the time we made up for since last night.”
Lifting her face, she grinned down at me. “I won’t be long. But I may slip into the shower and grab some things since she’s at work. If I go later, she’ll keep me forever with questions.”
“What questions? Didn’t you tell her you were with me?” I asked with pinched brows.
She rested her chin on her hand. “Mmhhmm.” She let out a long sigh. “But she already asked all the w’s. I told her I’d catch her up later, so she’d corner me until she’s finished with her inquisition.”
“W’s?”
“Who, where, why, when. She also asked how but that’s a different letter.” She chuckled as she slipped off my body and onto the bed. She stretched her thin arms over her head and let out a squeaky sound as she straightened her legs. “But this bed doesn't want to release me.”
I rolled and tossed my arm across her, yanking her against me. “Stay. Sleep,” I whispered as I pressed light kisses to her shoulder.
“Mmm, I will. But,” she said as she looked over her shoulder, “first, shower and clothes.” Then she wiggled from my grasp.
She reached onto the floor and pulled the black t-shirt I gave her last night over her head. I stretched, then scooted from the bed and pulled on my pajama pants. She headed for the bathroom, so I went to the kitchen after collecting our empty glasses and saucers that held the crumbs from the crackers and cheese we had.
I couldn’t help but grin like an idiot as I cleared the plates and added them to the dishwasher. I rinsed our glasses and put some fresh ice and water into both.
She walked through the living room in the shirt and grabbed her jeans from the sofa, threading her legs in. “Yep. Definitely need fresh clothes.”
“You don’t really need any.”
She walked to the kitchen, and I met her at the edge of the breakfast bar. Passing her the glass of water, I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. She put the glass down and wrapped her arms around my neck, staring up at me. “This is terrible. I don’t want to leave.”
“So don’t,” I said before I dipped my head low enough to kiss her neck.
She gasped and her fingers tightened on my neck. “I do need some things. Come with me?” It was more of a question than a demand.
“Alright. Let me grab a shirt.” I let my hands fall after stealing a quick peck on her lips. After pulling a fresh white t-shirt from the drawer, I went to the closet and slipped my feet into some slides.
She was waiting by the breakfast bar with her bag in hand. I stopped for a moment, taking in the sight of her. Hair still a bit disheveled, wearing my shirt, her own shirt balled in her hand.
