Page 22 of A Lucky Shot

The photo came back, her eyes glassy and lips parted, fingers held up to the camera, glistening.

Oh fuck, she really had come. He rocked into his hand, imagining that little cry she’d let escape when she crested underneath him, the walls of her pussy gripping his cock as she came down from her orgasm, and he convulsed as he spilled himself onto his stomach so hard it hurt.

This woman could turn him on more than anyone he’d ever met, and she didn’t even need to be in the same city. He looked down at the mess on his clothes and let out a lazy chuckle. He had to do laundry, anyway. This made it worth it.

Now I need to take another shower :)

Damn, she was beautiful, her eyes sated and fingers soaked with her cum. Why the fuck hadn’t he put his mouth on her to feel her come on his tongue?He squeezed the base of his cock once more, and a final shudder coursed through him. When he’d fucked her last week, she’d quivered around his cock so long he almost got hard again, seconds after coming twice already that night.

Send me your last name and I’ll book you on a flight tomorrow

And when they were finished in bed, he could bring her to that theatre he’d told her about. A new dark comedy was playing. She’d love it. Or maybe she’d hate it and they could argue about that one, too. The diner he’d suggested they go to for breakfast was down the street. Unless she was one of those weirdos who skipped breakfast. Maybe he’d find out.

A smiley face pinged his phone, then was dry for the rest of the night.

CHAPTER FIVE

CASS

Good morning, beautiful

I had an excellent sleep last night

Lmao me too

But I slept on wet hair and I look ridiculous this morning

Send pic

Absolutely not

Ping! A photo landed in her messages. Steam poured out of the open shower door to fog the mirror, obscuring his reflection. The towel, which must have roughed his damp hair, hung loosely in his other hand to just cover his interesting parts. Water beaded his chest and the lickable stretch of hip she’d run her tongue over. A second photo followed, the fog wiped from the mirror, the towel a little lower, showing the dark hair at his base but still covering himself.

Please?

She caught her lower lip between her teeth and stretched her phone out to capture her hair, wild on her pillow, covers pulled up to her nose and eyes crinkled in laughter.

There. He asked for it.

You look divine

I need to see your bedhead in person. Come back to Van

How’s my beautiful girl this morning?

This morning’s photo was cropped purposefully off centre; she was sure. He half hid behind the mug he sipped from, eyes narrowed over the rim.

Need extra caffeine today

Was up all night thinking about you again

Sure you were. Cass snorted as she walked down the sidewalk, iced coffee in hand with shades and a floppy sun hat, snapping her own photo to send back.

That so? What’s for breakfast

Don’t usually eat breakfast

But I’d make an exception to eat it with you

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