Page 74 of Heart on Ice

Pierre smirks. “Thought you would see it my way,” he says before disappearing under the covers. His palms push open my legs, and I feel the warmth of his breath against my thighs and then the wetness of his tongue as he slides it across my folds. The deep rumble of his growl as he savors my taste has my hands digging into the covers. Yes. This is what I’ve been missing at home. Usually I order a morning wake-up call when I’m at The Paradise Club resort, but having it on tap at home is something I never realized I needed,till now. Maybe this no-strings-attached thing with Pierre won’t be so bad if he wakes me up like this every morning. He slides a thick finger inside me, and my eyes roll back in my head. Yes. His fingers are so big and so thick and long, they reach places other men seem to miss. This is what I need, it’s better than coffee as my body starts to tense and curl with the impending orgasm. Pierre continues to push me further and further toward the edge as he slides another finger inside me, stretching me, and when he curls them at the right angle, he sends me over and I lose myself in the all-consuming orgasm. I’m still coming down from my high as he smugly emerges from under the covers.

“You better go shower, you don’t want to be late for work.” He smiles before throwing back the covers and jumping out of bed exposing his large cock that is standing to attention.

“Don’t you want me to look after that?” I ask him.

He looks down at his cock and then back at me. “Sweetness, you’ll be late for work, I’ll rub one out later while sniffing a pair of your dirty underwear.”

“I don’t have time to play, my day is full of meetings.” I pout.

“Fine, I’ll wait till you get home. You owe me. I want you on your knees while I watch the sports highlights. Okay?”

I smirk as if he is going to be able to wait until after dinner. “Fine.”

“Go shower, I’ll see you down in the kitchen.” He throws the pillow back onto my bed and walks out of my room stark naked. Such a nice view. Why are guys asses so hot?

I’m showered and dressed and head downstairs, he’s working topless in the kitchen and has a pair of gray sweats, and I can tell he’s not wearing any underwear because his dick print is impressive in them.

“Like what you see?” He smirks as he packs up my breakfast.

“I do. This is lady porn right here,” I tell him.

“Lady porn?” he questions me.

“Cooking, shirtless with gray sweats and no underwear on.” I raise a brow at him.

“How do you know I don’t have any underwear on?”

“It’s the same as when a woman wears a shirt and no bra on and her nipples show through, I can see the imprint of your dick.”

“Can you?” he grins as he rubs it with one hand. “What’s he doing now?”

My eyes fall on the tenting in his pants. “Looks like he’s getting ready to meet your hand. I have to go,” I say, grabbing the container he’s just packed for me.

“This is true, you owe me tonight,” he warns.

“Cook dinner in this outfit and I’ll owe you twice.” I wink at him as I start to walk out of the kitchen.

“Consider it done. I’ve put together a tub of yoghurt and granola in there with an egg and bacon croissant,” he calls out. That’s more than I normally eat for breakfast, but it’s also very sweet.

“Thanks,” I call back to him as I grab my coat from the rack.

“You’re welcome. Have a good day at work,” he calls back as I hear him clatter around in the kitchen. I step out of my home with a smile on my face as I meet my driver.

“You got laid,”Eve says as soon as she walks into my office.

“Shh,” I hiss at my sister, looking around her to see if anyone heard. “And how did you know?”

“You’re glowing.” She smirks.

“No, I’m not.” I glare at her.

“Things seem to have progressed well with Pierre then.” She eyes me suspiciously.

I know we promised not to tell anyone, but Eve kind of already knows. “You can’t tell Vi or anyone, please,” I warn her. “We’ve been teasing each other for weeks and last night it came to a head.”

“I bet it did.” My sister chuckles.

“Eve!” I squeal.

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