Page 33 of Cream
“I’ll think of something.” I picked up the restaurant menu from the nightstand and paged through it. “Did you go through the Q&A and make notes about possible answers?”
“Yes. But it’s been a while, and I want to make updates.”
“Get to it, then.”
He eyed me suspiciously as he sat on the edge of the bed and opened his laptop. “I’m not sure that’s enough of a motivation when I don’t know what I’m getting.”
“It’ll work. Trust me.”
I found the page with delivery and scanned the code to get to the app. I ordered two pieces of blueberry pie with cream on the side.
Feeling Morton’s eyes on me, I flashed him a look. “Focus.”
“I can’t with you naked right here.”
“Go through the first five questions, and you’ll get to touch me…” I drew a line over my collarbones. “…down to here.”
Morton smirked. “Such a tease. Okay.”
It took him a mere twenty minutes. I went through a few emails on my phone while he typed. Then he abruptly shoved the computer to the side and rolled closer to me.
“I want my reward now.”
I kissed him, and he smiled against my lips. He trailed kisses down my throat and nipped at the tendons, then licked the bridge of my collarbones and pressed a kiss to the hollow in the middle. I inhaled the scent from his hair and combed through the messy strands. His fingers brushed my left pec.
I’d almost forgotten he was supposed to keep working. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away.
“Nope. Five more questions.”
He growled. “Tease!”
I drew a line along my ribs, just above my stomach. “Go through five more and you can touch me down to here.”
His nostrils flared as he stared at my nipples. “Deal.”
He rolled off me and grabbed his laptop again. He pretended to scowl, but I could see the playful smirk he tried to suppress.
This time, it took him longer. I heard the door in the front coupé click when the pies got delivered. I waited for the staff to leave before going to the door. I opened it and peeked through the gap. The coast was clear.
Naked, I padded to the coupé and took the covered tray. Morton looked up when I returned to the bedroom.
“What’s that?”
“None of your business. Not until you’re done.”
“Ugh.”
“How many do you have left?”
“One and a half. This one is complicated.”
“Thenfocus.”
He rolled his eyes and turned his back to me. He resumed typing, and I settled on the bed with my phone.
A few minutes later, he slapped the laptop shut.
“Done.”
