Page 46 of Riding the Edge

Chapter Thirteen

Stretching my aching body against the cool satin sheets, my eyes flutter open. Flashes of the night before come rushing over me causing my body to heat as I turn to my side and find Al naked in my bed. Indulgently, I let my eyes rake over him, taking in every inch of his masculine body—a body I worshiped last night. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I cover the gasp as I recall the blowjob I gave him after we had sex twice and he went down on me again. If I try hard enough, I bet I can recall the coarse hairs of his beard brushing against my thighs as his tongue dove deep inside me, enticing the most profound orgasm I’ve ever experienced. It’s no wonder I got down on my knees after that.

“You always wake up like this?”

Startled by his voice, I lift my eyes to his face and watch as he lazily rubs his hands over his beard.

“Like what?”

“Looking so fucking pretty.”

If I wasn’t sure Al was a smooth talker that would confirm any suspicion. I never washed the makeup from my face last night which means my mascara is probably smeared across my face and I’m going to need an entire bottle of conditioner to get all the knots out of my hair.

“C’mere,” he orders huskily.

Tucking the sheet around my still naked body, I inch closer.

“Lose the sheet, Lady,” he demands.

“I never go to sleep naked,” I explain, feebly loosening my hold on the sheet. It drops to my waist, exposing my swollen breasts and the morning chill awakens my nipples. Reaching out, he rolls my erect nipple between his fingers and meets my gaze with an explicit hunger radiating from his eyes.

“You ever have a man fuck you all night?”

“Good to know you’re just as crass in the morning as you are at night.”

“Why don’t you come sit on my face and we’ll test your theory?”

Contemplating his offer, I throw my leg over his body and straddle him.

“A little higher,” he murmurs.

“Maybe I don’t want your mouth.”

“Oh, no?”

“Maybe I want—”

My words trail at the sound of my alarm clock. Glancing at the end table, I stare at the red flashing numbers and the temporary high I was feeling a moment ago comes crashing down as the reason for the alarm dawns on me. Climbing off Al, I hit the alarm clock with a bit more force than necessary and swing my legs over the bed.

“Whoa, where’s the fire?” he questions as I pull open the top drawer of my nightstand and grab a pair of panties.

“I told you I had an appointment today,” I answer, pulling the cotton over my hips. Padding around my room topless, I search for my robe when I hear the doorbell.

“You expecting someone to take you to this so-called appointment?”

Abruptly, I snap my attention towards him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know, Lady, one minute you’re ready to ride my cock, the next you’re scrambling around the room like you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar,” he says roughly, tossing the sheets from his body.

“If you’re insinuating—”

The bell sounds again and this time it’s accompanied by a loud knock. Bending down to retrieve his jeans, he pulls them up his legs in a hurry.

“Where are you going?” I call out as he starts to walk out of the bedroom, buttoning his jeans.

“To see who the fuck is knocking on your door at eight in the morning,” he replies, disappearing into the hallway.

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