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MERRICK
“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to get my bearings as I rub the sleep from my eyes. “It’s”—I glance at the clock—“four in the morning.”
“I wanted to leave hours ago butsomeonelikes to cuddle,” she sasses, the moon casting her in a silhouette.
“It was nice,” I admit and she snorts. “What?”
“My boss, who folded me into a pretzel and made me orgasm so many times I lost count, fell asleep, snuggled up and holding my boob.”
Dragging my hands over my face to cover my smile, I chuff out a laugh as I roll onto my back. The mattress dips as Wren straddles my waist, her delicious body hidden beneath her clothes.
“It was pretty cute,” she whispers as she braces her palms on my chest.
“How am I supposed to keep my hands off you when I know what you look like naked and coming all over me?” I ask, dragging my palms up her thighs as she wiggles her hips, my dick stirring beneath her.
“You’ll manage.”
“You shouldn’t have gotten dressed.” The statement is a whine as she moves down my body and ghosts her lips over the head of my cock.
“Are you always this dramatic?” she asks before sucking my length into her mouth, my hips jerking at the contact.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
“Your recovery time is honestly remarkable,” she teases before licking up the underside of my shaft and circling the head with her tongue.
“You trying to make fun of my age again? Because you sure as hell didn’t have anything to say when your knees almost gave out trying to get out of bed last night.”
Her hand grips my balls as she takes me to the back of her throat, holding me there for a moment that feels damn close to heaven before working me up and down at a feverish pace.
“Wren…fuck. God damn, I’m not gonna last with you…shit.”
I come hard and fast as she swallows me down before pulling off with a smallpop.
“I have to go.”
“I think you should sit on my face instead,” I murmur against her lips, my fingers tangled in her hair as she smirks.
“Tempting.”
“I can ask nicely.”
“I can’t.” She pouts. “My boss is a dick if we’re late.”
“Your boss’s dick was just in your mouth, Miss Sterling.”
“And now you get to think about that for the rest of the day.” Pressing a kiss to my lips, she hops off the bed and walks to the door.
“Wren.”
“Go back to sleep, Mr. Ellis. I’ll see you soon.”
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WREN
“You look tired, Miss Sterling,”Merrick murmurs as he reheats his coffee in the break room.
