Page 63 of Follow Your Bliss

I pushed him toward the bed. “I’ll be back. I want to prevent a UTI.”

He chuckled and playfully slapped my ass as I went to take care of myself. When I came out, he was sprawled out across the bed, gloriously naked.

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” I ran my hands up his hard body before curling up in his arms, my blood pounding through my veins, the air conditioning cooling my skin even as it stuck to his. I felt powerful. Irresistible. Radiant. Desired.

“You’re a goddess.” His fingers caressed my side, and he chuckled. “Best sex of my whole life, and you’re going straight to pee right after.”

I laughed too, nuzzling his neck with my nose. “I’ll thank myself later when it doesn’t burn when I pee.” I fixed my eyes on his. “Jason, you were so goddamn good, you made me squirt. I’ve never done that with a partner.”

His eyebrows went up as if he was amused by my frankness, but he held my gaze and threaded his fingers through mine. “So…best sex of your life?”

I nodded, slipping my leg up over his thigh and running my hands across the glory of his skin over the drum of his heart. “No competition. Are you just naturally designed to pleasure me, or did you learn a lot from that book?”

He chuckled. “I’m only halfway through it.”

“Hoooooly smokes,” I whimpered.

He laughed, and we were silent for a long moment. Long enough for me to start questioning everything. What if he hated me for tempting him too hard to get physical?

“I’m sorry I made you break your celibacy,” I said softly.

“What?” He pulled back and took my face in his hand. “You didn’t make me do anything. I’m not sorry at all. I needed you, Rose.” His soft, sweet kiss on my bruised lips made sunshine beam through my body. “I think I was waiting for you.” His big brown eyes searched mine, filled to the brim with…emotion?

He pressed a long kiss to my forehead, then soft, indulgent kisses to my lips. I could kiss him forever, my hands traveling along his skin, grabbing his face, his arms. His eyes fluttered open, sparkling with the curve of his smile. Then he planted kisses in the crook of my neck, nudging his hips—and his erection—against me.

“Holy reset, Batman, are you ready to go again? Maybe we should break out the Bat Cuffs,” I joked.

He chuckled, nuzzling my breast with his nose. “You’re gonna tie me down? Sounds hot.” He lapped and sucked at my breast, and my whole body was lit again. It was like the last three orgasms hadn’t even happened. “Now you’ve given me the taste for it, it would definitely be a distraction from my meeting in the morning.”

“Don’t tempt me, Deck Daddy. I could distract the hell out of you.” I latched my mouth onto his and pushed him down to the bed, straddling him and nestling his cock along my sex. I ground against him, and he resumed his careful attention to my breasts. I couldn’t trust words any more than I could trust my heart. But sex with my ideal Level Two man? That I could do. All. Night. Long.

Chapter 11

Aftermath

Jason

The view from the top of the world was amazing.

My conversation with the COO of Big Dick Tools, Faduma Abdi, had been going on for about an hour, and just like Rose said, she’d seemed more interested in chatting with me and answering my questions than asking me any.

“I’m so glad you were able to come in, Jason,” Faduma said, brushing her braids back over her shoulder. “It was great getting to know you today.”

I smiled, nodding. “Absolutely! Thank you for having me.” I sat up straighter, more confident than ever that the gig was mine.

“We’d definitely like to offer you some paid ads with Big Dicks Tools, but talking with you today makes me feel like you’d be a better fit for our newest endeavor: StudFinders.”

I was smiling and nodding as Faduma sifted through some papers in the folder in front of her on the conference room table, but my heart rate had gone up as soon as my solid ground disappeared. Paid ads would be a great avenue of income, but they weren’t the big money like their email had mentioned.

“So StudFinders…” she handed me a glossy color paper with a logo and app screen mockups on it. “Is an app-based recommendation service for finding handypersons all over the country. Similar to Angie’s List, but with our own kooky spin, of course.”

“Okay.” I rubbed my beard, barely taking any information in from the paper except bright reds and yellows.

“And you would be perfect in our video and print ads. You already have a rabid fan base, and your single hottie on his own, ‘he could be yours but he’s not anybody’s’ mystique is perfect for our brand.”

Single hottie on his own?

Now Faduma was talking about a contract and the incredible sums they were willing to pay me to be the face of this new enterprise, which were evenmorethan the email had mentioned. It was everything I could’ve dreamt of, but the details flowed through my brain and into theoh shitbucket where I kept information that overwhelmed me.

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