Page 69 of Going All In

“Um. Hi,” she said, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright.

“Good morning,” he said, not giving her an inch. He wanted to know what she would do. Would she bolt or act like waking up next to him was no big deal?

“So, um. Last night,” she said, and paused.

“Yeah, last night.”

“Oh, sorry,” she said when she brushed against his cock again and he stiffened.

“So, last night…”

“Okay, stop tormenting me. Last night was lots of fun.” She paused again.

“Both times,” he said, loving when her cheeks darkened to a lovely shade of red.

She shifted to sit up and shoved his shoulder, but he didn’t move or acknowledge her as the sheet pooled in her lap, baring the breasts that he wanted to feast on again.

“Um. Up here, Jake,” she admonished before grabbing the sheet and tucking it under her throat.

“You distracted me. You’re really good at that,” he said without thinking.

“Jake.”

“We have two options. We could get up and I’ll make you breakfast. Or we can stay right here and I’ll have you for breakfast,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at her, trying to get a laugh.

She gave it to him, and the soft chuckle made him wish he’d kept his mouth shut and just pulled her under him to demonstrate that actions were far superior to words.

“I should really go home. I’m working this afternoon and I have so much studying to do.”

Fuck it.

He rolled her under him, pressing his body to hers, enjoying how her curves molded perfectly to him.

“Jake,” she gasped.

He silenced her with a kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, but she pushed him away.

“Morning breath, get off of me,” she said with a laugh.

He rolled and tucked her into his side, her palm landing with a soft slap on his chest.

She lifted her head to stare down at him. “I’ll take you up on breakfast and then we’ll see,” she said, then darted out of the bed and went into his bathroom. “I’m stealing some toothpaste, and if you have any plans of sticking your tongue down my throat again, you better brush up.”

He shook his head. She was slightly insane, but he loved it.

Not like, love-loved it, of course.

He rose from the bed and grabbed an old t-shirt from his dresser.

“Can I have one of those?” she asked, standing inside the bathroom door.

“This one is for you,” he said, holding it out, and wishing she’d walk around his place naked.

She pulled the shirt over her head and it hit her at mid-thigh. Then she slipped on her panties and jeans.

“You didn’t have to cover up completely,” he said, feigning annoyance.

“I’m not going to walk around in just a shirt. Now go put some clothes on so you can cook me some bacon. No one should cook bacon without pants on,” she said, and then walked out of his room.

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