Page 29 of Big Daddy to Go
“Fuck, that was so good,” he says, breathing heavily.
“Uh-huh,” I murmur as I push my hair back.
My curls are all over the place in a sweaty mess. Kane helps pull it back from my face before he kisses my lips. I lay my head on his chest, and his heartbeat lulls me into a peaceful sleep.
I wake up a little while later to Kane kissing the tops of my breasts.
“I’m going to hop in the shower. I wouldn’t mind company, though,” he smirks.
I watch Kane get out of bed, enjoying the view of his beautiful ass as his semi-erect cock leads the way to the master bathroom. I wait a moment before joining him in the shower. Kane’s stamina is impressive! We must have gone on for a couple of hours before falling into a deeper sleep this time.
Sex like this is something that, up until now, I had only dreamed of. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised to wake up alone in my apartment and find out I’d been having a wet dream where I let some billionaire fuck me multiple times, including letting him take my ass.
When I do wake up at four a.m., I know it wasn’t a dream. Kane Jones is lying next to me, and both of us are butt-naked. Who the hell am I? I don’t hook-up with random guys. And I certainly don’t let them come in any of my holes!
But I’m still getting over that mess of a wedding, I tell myself. To be fair, Kane isn’t some random guy either. He’s hypnotizing – not only physically so, but we also have an incredible connection. What am I saying? This is clearly a booty call situation.
I quietly dress and leave the room. Trying to navigate out of Kane’s gigantic penthouse isn’t easy. Kayla comes running over to me when I reach the kitchen. I give her some love before noticing a pen and a notepad.
I scribble my number down for Kane. Since it is a booty call, he might as well have a number to call when he wants my booty.
