Page 72 of Power Play

Fucking sore losers.

By the time we finish Sawyer is yawning and leaning against me a little harder.

“You tired?” I whisper in her ear as she leans her back against me.

“Yeah, a bit. I worked last night, so I’m a little sleepy. But don’t worry, I stayed behind the bar,” she says with a smile.

“Good girl,” I tease. “Let’s go tell everyone we’re leaving. It sounds like the couch is calling our name. We can order some takeout.”

“A man after my heart,” Sawyer says with a smile, like she doesn’t realize how much I love hearing those words.

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An hour later, we’re back at my place, with empty Thai food and sushi boxes around us as we attempt to watch a movie curled up on my couch. Attempt is the best word to describe this situation. We ordered takeout before we even left the bar, so it was ready for us by the time we made it to my place. After eating more food than either of us needed, Sawyer passed out with her head in my lap while we tried to watch a movie she picked. She fell asleep within five minutes of us finishing the food, which has to be some sort of record.

Selfishly, I want to cuddle her in my bed, so I carry her there, being careful not to wake her. As soon as she’s in my bed, I quickly shower and throw on sweats before snuggling up against her, loving the soft sounds she makes as I pull her in tight.

As much as I love fucking this woman, knowing she feels safe in my arms and is happy to spend time with me outside of sex makes me feel even better than an orgasm, and that’s fucking impressive.

I don’t remember falling asleep last night, but the sun light coming through the window tells me it must be morning.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Sawyer’s raspy morning voice whispers.

“Who are you calling a sleepy head? I’m not the one who fell asleep within minutes of starting the movie.”

“I had just eaten half my body weight in sushi because you ordered enough for an entire hockey team! I was in a sushi coma. Look it up. It’s real,” Sawyer says, cutely defending herself.

“Excuses, excuses,” I grumble. “What time is it, anyway?”

“It’s just after eight.”

“What? Really? I never sleep in this late. I must’ve been comfortable,” I say in shock.

“Yeah, you looked too adorable to wake up,” Sawyer says, turning her body to face me before planting a kiss on my lips. “On a serious note, I’m sorry I just came over and fell asleep. I’m sure that wasn’t very fun for you.”

“It was perfect. We were both tired from the week. If I’m being honest, I enjoyed spending the time with you, even if it was just cuddling up.”

My words must turn her on because, in one move, Sawyer’s straddling my hips, grinding herself along my cock.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you right here, we have reservations at nine, and I know the owner will kick my ass if we’re late,” I say.

“Wait. I don’t have any clothes. I don’t even know where we’re going. I can’t wear this out!” Sawyer says, pointing at her clothes on my floor from last night.

“Don’t worry about that. Let’s go shower, then we can worry about getting you in clothes.” Gripping her hips, I thrust up, brushing my cock against her. “Besides, right now I’m more concerned with getting you out of my clothes, even if I like the way you look in my shit.”

“Lead the way, Mr. Lockwood.”

Picking her up, I throw her over my shoulder in a quick move before turning towards the bathroom.

“What’s with you carrying me like a caveman!” she squeals.

“It’s faster this way. Oh, I forgot to tell you that Cassie and Trevor dropped off a bag for you last night. It’s already in the bathroom.”

“You think of everything, don’t you?”

“Sometimes, but not always. But, let’s go shower. You can thank me in there.”

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