I wiggle a little, and that movement is met with a disapproving grunt from the man behind me. His arm bands more tightly around my middle.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I protest, and he grunts again but releases me.
As soon as I do my business and return, Reno yanks me back onto the bed, facing him this time, and tucks my head beneath his chin. “Five more minutes and then I have to do my workout.”
“Stupid workouts,” I murmur, quite content with my face buried in his neck. He smells like sex. Like, an ungodly amount of sex.
When I wake again to the sound of heavy breathing, I peer over the edge of the bed. Reno is a shirtless, sweaty mess, obviously just having come from a run, and he’s on the floor banging out approximately five million push-ups. His spine is ramrod straight, and the muscles of his arms and shoulders bunch with every movement.
Then he has the audacity to roll over and begin doing sit ups while I watch with rapt appreciation. When he’s done, he rolls back onto his shoulders and then shoves forward, landing on his feet like some kind of goddamn super-sized gymnast.
While I lie there with my mouth gaped open, he grabs a towel from the chair and rubs his head, leaving his hair a sexy-ass mess of damp raven locks. Then he turns around and notices me, flashing a half-cocked grin that hits me right in the vagina.
“Hey, babe.”
“If my vajajay didn’t need physical therapy from last night’s marathon of debauchery, I would be all over you right now,” I warn, lifting up on one elbow.
Reno chuckles and walks over to me, bending to place a soft kiss on the tit that just popped out to say hello. “Relax, dream girl. You have other holes.” Then he sucks my nipple into his dirty mouth, andoh my muffins,my pussy decides maybe she’s not so sore after all.
“Give me a minute to check my insurance co-pays, and maybe we can…”
He laughs around my boob before pulling off slowly in a long suck. “I’m kidding, Juliette. We can just hang out. We don’t have to fuck like rabbits every time we’re together.”
“I think your cock begs to differ,” I tell him when he straightens and I see the heavy rod suddenly standing at attention beneath those tight workout shorts of his.
And again with one of those adorable smiles… “Don’t pay him any attention. He has no self-control when he sees you.” He adjusts himself, and I try to figure out exactly how one is supposed to ignore something of that magnitude. “I’m going to take a quick shower, and then we can grab breakfast.”
“I don’t usually eat breakfast,” I tell him, earning me a scowl.
“You have to eat something,” Reno protests. “Even just some fruit or a protein bar.”
“I’ll eat a good lunch.”
He strokes a hand through my messy hair. “I’ll order you some fruit after my shower.”
Stubborn-ass man.
“Do you need help with this in the shower?” I inquire sweetly, palming the bulge in his shorts.
Reno cocks an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t turn that down, butno sex,” he says firmly.
We stuck to theno sexrule. Well, kind of. I gave him a hand job and let him come all over my stomach, and then he dropped to his knees to slowly, gently eat my pussy with a single finger inside me to stroke my G-spot.
And now we’re having some hammock time while I tap away on my computer. I don’t generally like anyone watching me while I write, but Reno has actually been quite helpful.
“I like the way you worded that,” he says about my last paragraph.
“There are so many things expected in a romance book, but I try to phrase them slightly differently or come up with something unique.” I chew on my bottom lip. “Like every single female character wears smokey eye makeup and red lips, but I want this character to be different.”
I feel Reno’s eyes on my face. “What’s that pink stuff you wear on your eyelids when we go to dinner?”
“Just a pink shimmer.”
He nods, still inspecting me. “Yeah, go with that. It’s pretty and soft.” Lifting my chin with one finger, he kisses my mouth. “And lips don’t have to be bright red to be sexy. That pink lip gloss you wear makes me have very unsavory thoughts.”
Good lord, this man…
“Unsavory. I like that word,” I tell him, going back to my writing before I jump him like a cat in heat.
