Page 139 of Rush of Jealousy

“What kind of bad luck?” I press.

“Her face now appearing in ads for my jewelry line has opened the door to secret admirers making unwanted advances toward her.”

“Has she filed any police reports?”

He runs a hand through his hair. “She’s worried that the stalker will just get pissed off and try to harm her.”

I frown over this explanation. It doesn’t really make sense. What’s stopping the stalker from causing her harm now?

“How long has this been going on?”

“A couple of months.”

The elevator leaves us off on our floor and we exit. I kick off my shoes and enter the main living area.

“What time do we have to be at the office tomorrow?”

“Typically I’m there around eight. But lately, I have been in closer to nine. I don’t have a meeting until ten, so we can sleep in together if you want.”

“That sounds great.” I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him. “Thanks for being there for me while I got pierced.”

“I’m glad I could support you. Want me to make dinner?”

“You don’t have to serve me. I’m fine just having a can of soup or something simple.”

“I just had groceries delivered. So, I can make us a salad with some grilled chicken if you want.”

“That sounds good to me. Thank you.”

“How about you go lie on the couch. Flip on the TV. Play with your phone. Just go relax.”

I nod and head over to the sofa. I lay my head on the pillow but have to turn a certain way as to not put pressure on my ears. They are sensitive to the touch.

“Here,” Graham says, handing me a glass of wine.

“Thank you,” I whisper, sitting up to take a big sip. It is a delicious bold red blend. We sampled it at the second winery, and I fell in love with the robust flavors packed into one bottle. “Do I have time to shower?” I call into the kitchen as I hear a pan start to sizzle.

“Yeah, this won’t be ready for at least fifteen minutes.”

I pad up the stairs and strip down. I start the shower and allow it to warm up. Steam fills the air, and I walk into the powerful jets of water. It feels good to allow the tension to leave my body. I have a lot on my mind, and being able to stand in silence is refreshing.

* * *

I wake the next morning before my alarm and before Graham. I roll so I can see his sleeping form and marvel at how peaceful he looks. All of the muscles of his face are relaxed, and he appears to be a new person without the strain of stress broadcasted on all of his features.

I kiss his cheek, then work my way to his nose, while ending with a small peck to his lips. I linger there and then lick a path down his chin, to his neck, and then along his bare chest. I scoot down farther on the bed and lick along his belly button and make a few circles around it before I keep going south. Him being completely nude helps my conquest as I trail my tongue along the soft tuft of hair. I slide his softened cock into my mouth and suck harder to try to breathe life back into it.

Hands are suddenly in my hair, and I know I have woken up both beasts. I hear him mumble agood morningand I mumble one back—which turns out to be a slurredgah morn’nwith my mouth stuffed full.

“I could get used to this type of alarm clock,” he says sleepily, massaging my shoulders as I go to work on him.

I get him nice and hard and then pull off and dart off the bed into the closet.

“Oh no you don’t!” he yells, rolling from the bed. I can feel his chuckling behind me as I start flipping through hangers of clothes. He pulls me to him. “You going to finish what you started back there?” he asks, pointing down to his massive hard-on.

“Yup.”

“Okay. Get on with it.”

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