Page 71 of Trucker
TAJI SLOANE
“Taji.”
I moaned. “Five more minutes.”
Trucker laughed softly.
“You wanted to try another round last night.” Trucker’s voice was sexy, smoky, my weakness. “I’m so tired.”
“I didn’t hear you say no.”
I groaned.
“I’m no fool.” Trucker told me. “I’m going to take it as I get it.”
“Bite your tongue!”
Trucker laughed.
“You do these things on purpose.” I accused.
“Of course, I do.”
Pouting, I sat through blushing before smacking his arm.
“You don’t have to get up.” Trucker kissed my shoulder closest to him. “I wanted you to know I was leaving.”
Bravely, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into the bed on top of me.
There was something magical about his smell, the warmth of him, the way his heart beat in his chest against me.
Having him up close, being able to stare into his brown eyes made me weak.
Whatever you want—take it.
Trucker’s large body felt amazing against mine and I really didn’t want to let him leave my bed—leave me.
“I’d love to stay with you like this.” He buried his face into my neck for a moment. “But we both know I have a job to do. And you probably have some new work waiting for you in your email.”
I pouted.
“Aww, don’t pout.”
“I know you have to work.” I sighed. “Can’t you spare five minutes?”
Trucker rolled to the side, but I didn’t let him go. The movement caused me to tumble over on top of him. He checked his watch then met my eyes.
“But only five minutes.” He told me. “What do you want to do with the five minutes?”
“Gimme a second.”
I scrambled from the bed and into the bathroom.
Quickly, I rinsed with mouth wash, tested my breath and rinsed with mouth wash again.
I then used the bathroom, freshened up with some wipes I always kept there before squirting some body mist on my neck and between my breasts.
After dragging my hairbrush through my hair, I fluffed the strands with my fingers then paused to look at myself in the mirror. Rinsing my mouth a third time—just to be sure—I made my way back to the bedroom.
