Page 100 of Mensa's Match

The moment he lost control, his other hand cupped the back of my head and his hips bucked wildly. I clutched his ass, not to still his movements, but to hang on for the ride. This was unlike anything I’d ever done before – raw and wild. He tipped his head back and hissed a lengthy sigh when his orgasm hit. I swallowed it down as my eyes watered.

After a moment, he reached down and tugged me to my feet. “Get naked, Whit. I’d help you, but your mouth is lethal. I don’t think anyone’s made me come that hard in years.”

I pulled my clothes off.

Mensa guided me toward the bed, encouraging me to lay in the center. “Time to return the favor, baby. Then I should be recovered enough to make love to you.”

We woke up after hitting the snooze on my alarm twice.

Mensa caught sight of the time and knifed out of bed. “Shit. I gotta get going.” He dragged his jeans up his legs, then his face went slack and he did a long blink. “Dammit. I’m not gonna be able to drop you at the shop, babe.”

I grinned and nodded. “It’s okay, my man. I have a car and I’ll be careful.”

He grabbed a t-shirt from the duffel bag he’d left behind a couple days ago, then he pointed a finger at me. “Keep your gun on you.”

“I will.”

He sighed. “The prospect will be at Hard Pressed around noon. Try not to lose him.”

I nodded. “So I’m not being followed or anything this morning?”

He came to my side of the bed. “No, and it makes me uneasy.”

I got up on my knees on the bed and wrapped my arms around his neck. “It’ll be okay, big guy. For what it’s worth, you’ll get bonus points with Aunt Nadia. She was grouchy about having to drop me off yesterday evening.”

His eyes skated to the side. “Wasn’t she the one who encouraged you to head to Jackson for your safety?”

I smiled. “Yes, but she gets crabby when her normal schedule is disrupted.”

Staring at him, it hit me that he hadn’t shaved yesterday, and he wouldn’t shave this morning. His scruff no longer bordered on becoming a beard, it was one.

He kissed me fast. “Don’t know why you’re staring at me like that, but you gotta knock it off. I can’t be late for church. Har never misses an opportunity to hit us with a fine.”

I gave him another peck. “Okay, honey, but let’s just say if you were contemplating shaving…” I cupped his cheek, “…don’t. Your beard is sexy as all hell.”

He groaned and touched his forehead to mine. “Woman, you can’t say shit like that when I’m running late.”

I sat back on my heels with a grin. “Just food for thought.”

His hands came under my armpits and he hauled me off the bed and set me on my feet. He slid his hands down and back tomy ass, then pulled me tight to him. “You’re gonna pay for that, Whit. Tell Nadia you’re taking a long lunch.”

“Really? Why?”

“Because you’ve made me hard and I gotta ride to the clubhouse dealing with that and thinking about my face between your legs the whole fuckin’ way.”

I chuckled. “I didn’t say anything about that last part.”

He dipped his chin. “You think my beard is sexy, imagine what it’ll be like when I eat you out.”

Even though I fought it, I fidgeted.

“Yeah… that’s why. I gotta run. Later.”

Half an hour later, I walked into Hard Pressed and saw Aunt Nadia standing behind the counter. “It’s about time you got here.”

I was only fifteen minutes late, but telling Aunt Nadia that wouldn’t help. It was an excuse and we both knew it.

“Sorry, I’m late.”

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