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Another moan. He sped up, driving his erection into the space between my palms and my pec. His cockhead made love to my nipple while his precum and my milk eased the way.
“I love fucking your tits.” His voice broke.
Two heartbeats later, his cock jerked against my skin. Hot splashes of cum hit my chest and chin. Morton’s moan sounded almost painful.
I couldn’t help myself. I used his cum like lotion, spreading the silky liquid over my pecs and nipples while he looked on, looming above me.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
Holding his gaze, I licked my palm.
With a groan, Morton collapsed on the bed and covered his eyes with his arms.
“Fucking hell, Jamie. You’ll be the death of me.”
I chose to take that as a compliment.
The cum felt nice on my nipples. I played with them for a while longer, tugging on them and rolling them between my fingers until my skin got sticky.
Morton wasn’t moving, and I became a little worried.
“Was that too much?”
He peered at me from under his arm.
“Hell no. We’re definitely doing that again.”
I grinned. “Cool.”
Freshly showered and with my teeth brushed, I eyed the T-shirt I’d hung on a hook on the bathroom door. Did I even need any clothes? I left the T-shirt there and walked into the bedroom naked.
Morton was on the phone but went quiet in the middle of a sentence, staring at me.
“Uh. Sorry. Can you repeat that? The signal seems unstable.”
I settled on the bed, folding my arms behind my head. I crossed my legs and smiled at him. Predictably, Morton’s gaze lingered on my nipples.
“I’m really sorry, but I can’t talk about this right now,” he said into the phone. “Send me an email, and we’ll reconnect when I’m back in the city. Uh-huh. Sure. No problem. Bye.”
He threw the phone on the bed.
“I can’t get any work done with you here.”
I cringed. How selfish was I? He faced an important event on the West Coast, and my heat destroyed our schedule.
His expression softened. “It’s not your fault, Jamie. I didn’t mean it like that. You’re more important than any of that.”
“But you still need to work on the presentation, and all the possible questions people could have.”
“It’s nearly done. I’m just being a perfectionist.”
I tapped my lips. “How about a reward system?”
“Huh?”
“You complete a task, and I reward you. Would that help your focus?”
He squinted. “Reward me how?”
