Page 47 of Finally Moore

I promise everything I’ve said to you is the truth. It’s not for show. The only lies I’ve told are the ones needed to keep our story straight. The rest, well, that’s just me.

Scott’s words whisper in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. I know Hannah is just looking out for me. But she hasn’t been here, seen us. If she had been, she’d see it too. At the same time, I respect my friend’s opinion so I take what she has to say and tuck it into the back of my mind to consider at a later date.

“Okay,” I agree. “You’re right. Last night was just really great.”

Hannah chuckles. “He must have dicked you real good.”

“You have no idea.”

“Well, what the hell are you doing talking to me? You’re off the clock, boss. Go get your fill. Enjoy. You deserve it.”

“I will.”

“Just remember,” she says, and I can hear her grin through the phone. “Think of me when you’re riding him.”

“Fuck off.” I giggle and hang up.

I quickly brush my teeth, put on some tinted moisturizer, run a brush through my hair, and dab some gloss across my lips. Not too much, just enough tonotlook like a hot mess. Then I pop a couple of Tylenol, because I have a feeling my body is going to need it—especially if this morning goes the way I hope it will.

Fortunately, Scott’s still asleep when I walk back through the living room, past the curtain, and into my bedroom. As though I never moved, I slip his shirt off my shoulders, let it drop to the floor, and crawl into bed, repositioning myself on his chest. Scott stirs beneath me, so I close my eyes and pretend I’m asleep before he notices. He presses a soft kiss to the top of my head as he brushes my hair back. I feign waking up and snuggle into him.

“Morning,” I yawn.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he replies, and my heart flutters at the compliment. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore.” I laugh, then clarify, “But in a good way.” He lets out a relieved sigh. I guess he had the same morning-after concerns I did. “And you?” I ask him. He seems to be in good spirits but part of me needs to know if he regrets this.Whateverthisis.

He quirks a brow and lifts the comforter, revealing that he’s already hard and ready to go for round… Honestly, I’ve lost count. “Awake,” he tells me with a grin.

I reach down and grip his erection, giving it a few gentle strokes. “We have a lot to do today,” I remind him.

He kisses me. “Yup, cooking… prepping… you’ve got the spa with your—”

“Don’t say her name...” I give his cock a firm squeeze. “Still… we should get up and—”

Scott rolls me onto my back and pins me to the mattress. “We have plenty of time,” he says as he trails kisses down the valley between my breasts, giving them each a small suck before continuing lower, to my thighs. He hooks one leg over his shoulder. “Besides…” He smiles, reaching out a hand to repeat the action with my other leg. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and I intend to have my fill.”

That’s the only warning I get before he latches on to my still-swollen clit. “Fuck,” I moan as I buck below him. But Scott doesn’t let me move an inch as his strong arms hold me wide open for him.

“This fucking pussy…” His deep voice travels through my body in waves, adding to the pleasure of his tongue. “It’s so delicious I could eat you all day.”

“Don’t stop,” I moan. He sucks my clit between his teeth and tugs on it gently. “Keep talking to me.”

“You like that?” he says with his face buried between my thighs.

“Yes…” I whimper. “It’s like a vibrator.”

“Whisk together flour, sugar, dark cocoa powder …”

“Holy shit.” As he continues to recite some recipe he appears to know by heart, I convulse beneath him.

“Baking soda, dark chocolate chunks.”

I grip his head. “Is that the list of ingredients for my muffin?”

He laughs, and I can’t take it anymore. My legs go straight, clenching his head in place as I hold on to him for dear life. Afraid that if I let him go, I’ll float away into a sea of bliss.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I cry out my release as sugar plums dance across the ceiling and stars explode behind my eyes.

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