Page 76 of Innocent Intent

“Great sex and a morning performance. Keep this up, and I might never leave. At the very least, I might make this a regular thing.”

She was granted another cocky smirk over a muscled shoulder before Davis pounded the bag again. He picked up the pace, and her smile expanded, noticing that he was truly performing.

“Now, you’re just showing off,” she chided.

Two more combinations, then he dropped his arms and fully turned to face her. Cassidy’s body heated as his eyes moved from her face, down her body to her exposed legs, and then back up. The sweatshirt she wore stopped at her upper thighs, and based on the look he delivered when his eyes lingered at the apex of her thighs, he knew that she was bare beneath the soft, worn cotton.

“Maybe I was showing off. I might like the idea of you never leaving, and this . . .” He paused and moved to Cassidy, placing a hand at her waist and moving it down her hip. “Being a regular thing.”

With a sharp tug, her body collided with his, and Davis’s hand was at the back of her neck. The pressure of his fingers against her skin, along with the smooth, warm feel of his tongue gliding across her lips before his landed hard against hers, sent jolts of pleasure through her body, landing right between her thighs. The kiss was sweet but intense as his tongue explored, stroking hers with memories of the way it’d stroked other parts of her body the night before. His eyes remained lustfully intense when he pulled away, but a smile curved his lips. “I see you found the stuff I left for you.”

Cassidy nodded after pulling her lip between her teeth to hide her own smile before responding. “I did, thank you.”

“Come on. I’ll make you breakfast.” Instead of allowing her to walk, Davis’s hands were at her waist, and he easily lifted Cassidy from the floor. She locked her legs around him, and he groaned.

“Fuck. You are naked under here.”

“Is that a problem?”

“For me. No. For you, maybe.”

He entered the house carrying Cassidy, kicking the door closed before he moved them to the sofa, bypassing the kitchen.

“Wait, what about breakfast?”

“I get mine now, then you get yours.”

Cassidy landed with a thud on the sofa, and he settled between her thighs like it was the only place he belonged. Soft kisses met her pussy as a warning before his tongue skillfully explored. He devoured her like his life was hanging in uncertainty had he not done his job correctly.

Ravenous fingers met her clit, keeping time with the thrusts of his tongue. Cassidy’s climax rose at a blinding speed until she startled. Her core tensed to a painful degree while her body elevated to a magical place. Everything was lost except the intense orgasm that aggressively laid claim to her body. She allowed it to take flight, rendering her helpless until she was a trembling, quivering mess of nothingness.

“So perfect. So beautiful.” His low, sultry voice sent another round of tremors through her, and she settled into the pleasure because what else was there?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing but him.

After they cleaned up, Cassidy sat at the table, watching Davis move about his kitchen. He was in jeans and a T-shirt, while Cassidy wore her pants from the night paired with his sweatshirt. They both thought the safest option was to be fully dressed, or neither of them would be very productive.

He plated breakfast and sat beside Cassidy, dragging her chair insanely close to his. She lifted a fork and peeked at the food.

“This actually looks good.”

He chuckled. “I have a handful of things I’m good at. This is one of them. Not much to it. Eggs, cheese, and a little salt and pepper.”

“Omelets aren’t really simple. The whole flipping and folding part never works for me.”

“It’s timing. You have to let the bottom fully cook before you get to that part. I’ll teach you.”

“Detective. Boxer. Chef. You’re interesting.”

“You left off the most important one.”

“Which is?” His eyes lowered to her lap, and her cheeks flushed.

“I’m sure you know.”

Cassidy schooled her thoughts and rolled her eyes. “So, boxing. You’ve done that professionally? What you were doing out there didn’t seem like just a hobby. You’re good. You’ve trained?”

His face tensed. “As a kid, yeah, but I never fought professionally. Had a handful of amateur fights, but that’s it.”

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