Page 36 of Winter's Surprise
“Is it always going to be like this?” Michelle asked between pants.
Jake chuckled under her. “I hope so.”
After he’d teased her with a slow removal of his costume, he gave her three explosive orgasms in the living room. They hadn’t bothered with dressing and moved to the bed, landing in a crumpled heap of blissful exhaustion.
Sometime in the early morning, Jake woke her with his kisses before pushing her over the edge once more. It seemed they still couldn’t get enough of each other.
They were incredibly compatible in, under, over, and out of the sheets. He listened and genuinely showed interest in the things she had to say. They shared similar interests and beliefs. They clicked.
“Elle?” he murmured against her skin.
“Yeah?”
“Good morning.”
Michelle giggled. “Great morning to you.”
“What time are we going to Eric and Janey’s?” he asked.
She bolted up, effectively shoving Jake to the side, and looked at her clock. The red numbers flashed ten twenty-eight in the morning. “Shit!”
Michelle threw the covers back onto Jake, but before she could stand, his arm wrapped around her waist. His short beard came to rest on the crook of her neck.
“Talk to me,” he said calmly.
“We’re late. At least I am.”
“Okay. Late for Janey’s or something else?” he asked and pulled her onto his lap.
Skin to skin with nothing in between them. She focused on slowing her heart—that now beat faster for a different reason.
“I told Janey I would come over early and help with dinner. I’m late—shit, where is my phone?” she asked. Looking at her nightstand, she didn’t find it attached to the charger.
Jake placed her on the floor by the bed. “Go shower. I’ll find your phone and bring it to the bathroom. I’ll send Eric a text letting him know we are running late. I’m sure they’ll understand.”
Michelle’s feet moved to follow his commands before her brain could catch up. She never did well under this kind of pressure. It was one reason she stayed late at work. That added pressure wasn’t there, and she could get things done a little early. Her brain frazzled easily, and it seemed Jake was the calm voice of reason. She reached the door and looked over her shoulder as he slipped on his boxer briefs.
“Thanks, Jake.”
Faster than she expected, they were cleaned and dressed. They worked as a unit. One shoveled the driveway while the other moved the gifts to the car.
Michelle Harper: On our way! So sorry!
Janey McCleod: I hope it was hot, sweaty sex.
Michelle Harper: You’re awful!
Janey McCleod: No, I’m horny and can’t screw Eric blind thanks to doctors’ orders.
Michelle Harper: Visual! Stop it, gross. See you in a bit.
Janey McCleod: Chelle?
Michelle Harper: Yeah?
Janey McCleod: He’s a great catch. I’m really happy for you both.
Michelle looked over at Jake who drove her car. Her friend was correct. Jake was a fantastic catch, and she really didn’t know how she got lucky.
