Page 82 of All Twerk, No Play

But I didn’t want to leave. For the first time in my life, I wanted a woman more in the morning than I did the night before.

I may have lucked into the rebound … but I would shoot my shot.

So I stretched for my phone before the alarm went off and logged onto social media to cancel class. When I shifted, she softly moaned, her lips against my neck sending a vibration to my already hard cock. She yawned, arching her tits into my ribs as she rubbed her forehead.

Here came the moment when her grey eyes would snap open filled with regret. When she’d deploy a weak excuse to get me out of her bed, just like she had the morning she’d woken up hungover. ‘You’ve done enough, you should go.’ Maybe it wasn’t too late to delete my class cancellation.

“Morning, Cobrecita,” I whispered.

Her eyes blinked open with curiosity, but none of the expected derision. “What time is it? Don’t you have class?”

Smooth move. She didn’t have to kick me out, just remind me to leave.

I tilted my chin towards her balcony. “Too rainy.”

Her gaze followed through the gauzy curtains to the overcast sky and wet concrete. “We need to get you a gym,” she murmured. “Can’t let bad weather impact your revenue.”

Even naked in bed, she strategized about income streams.

I braced for her dismissal: her expectations were fulfilled and I shouldn’t linger. Her grip around my torso tightened as she said bossily, “Pull up the covers, my arm is cold.”

Oh. That was unexpected.

Wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, she shifted her leg higher, grazing my erection. Her mouth lifted into a lazy smile. “So you don’t have to leave?”

I shook my head and brushed the hair off her face.

“Good, I promised you a shower.”

Oh.

Fuck.

Yes.

“You did,” I confirmed, trying not to sound too eager. “Do you want coffee first, or …”

“I was thinking …” her morning voice was a sexy rasp, her hand exploring my abs and working its way south. “You could dirty me up more fir—”

Then she was on her back, my knees parting her lush thighs and her ribs caged between my forearms. She laughed at my enthusiasm, a throaty roar I never wanted to stop hearing. Fuck, I loved her laugh.

This was dangerous. This was just sex. I shouldn’t love anything about her.

But goddamn, that laugh. So hard to win, so satisfying to earn.

Tilting her head gave my lips perfect access to the long column of her neck, so I started there and worked my way down to the crease of her shoulders, along her collarbone, and settled in to worship her tits.

She pushed my hair out of my face. “Hair tie?”

I held up my wrist and she pulled off the elastic, finger combing it into a loose bun and muttering about a man with better hair than her. Between licks of her nipples, I asked, “You really don’t have to go?”

“Nowhere to be all day."

“Good, I need a new contract. A rental agreement to live here for the next few hours,” I said, scraping my teeth against her rosy nipple. She inhaled sharply.

I kissed down her sternum and over the curves of her stomach, her hand guiding me lower with gentle nudges. I resisted her subtle ministrations, wanting to get her to tell me what she wanted. God, it was hot when she took control. From the moment I’d laid eyes on her, all sexy librarian chic, I’d wanted her to boss me around.

And last night when she loosened up enough to tease. God, I loved that attitude. I loved fucking that brattiness right out of her, until that smart mouth couldn’t form words.

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