Page 102 of Holiday Hire

She can sleep later.

I slide out from underneath her and roll her onto her back. Her eyelids flutter. She smiles and shyly says, "Hey. Good morning." She bites on her lip.

"Morning," I reply, then give her a chaste kiss.

She asks, "What time is it?"

"It's about four thirty. Time for me to work."

"Four thirty! Is that the time you get up every day?"

I chuckle. "That sounds about right." I kiss her again, only this time slipping my tongue in her mouth.

She slides her arms around me, pulling me close, and it's a nice feeling I haven't felt in a long time.

I'm no saint. There's a woman in town named Cheyenne. We have a friends-with-benefits arrangement, and it's purely about sex.

So is this.

Is it though?

I glance at Phoebe, wondering what this is between us. It's different from my arrangement with Cheyenne; I've never brought her to the ranch. My kids are here, and I'm not about to confuse them by mixing my personal adult life into the equation. And I'm always back before they wake up and it's time to start work.

Yet everything feels different with Phoebe.

She interacts with my kids.

That's even more dangerous.

"Alexander? Is everything okay?" she asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, baby girl. I'm hungry," I state, unable to get up and leave the room.

Her eyes widen. "Do you want me to make you something before you go outside?"

I grin. "It's not food I'm after."

She opens her mouth, then shuts it, her juicy lips curving.

"I warned you," I tease, and slide down the bed.

She giggles, and I bury my head in her pussy, eating her out quickly.

"Oh my... Oh my gosh," she blurts out, gripping my hair.

I don't take my time like I did the night before. I consume her over and over until we're both drenched.

I rub my finger over her clit and shove my tongue inside her, wanting to devour every ounce of her.

"Alexander!" she cries out, her body convulsing.

All I smell and taste is her. And I want to spend the day drowning in it.

She comes down from an orgasm, and I lunge my body over her, ordering, "Taste what's making your stallion hard as a rock."

She desperately meets my mouth, urgently rolling her tongue around mine.

There's a bang on the front door, and I groan.

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