Page 69 of Voice to Raise
“Is that comfortable?” Malik’s voice carried quite a bit of humor.
“It’s his way of telling me he’s hungry.” Gently, I moved Moses off my face.
“Well, it got you to stop snoring.”
I shot Malik a murderous glance.
He grinned, kissed my nose, and got out of bed. He headed to the bathroom—offering me the most glorious view of his very fine ass. He jiggled it just before he disappeared.
I groaned. “Do that and I’ll never make my meeting.”
A chuckle came just before he closed the bathroom door.
I glared at Moses. “I might’ve gotten lucky.”
He blinked—clearly indicating he didn’t give a shit and could I please hurry up and feed him?
Slowly, I rolled out of bed. My ass was just the right kind of sore as we’d…fucked…a whole pile of times. He never seemed to run out of stamina. My cock was always willing to rouse. I couldn’t remember ever being this horny. Given I’d been sleeping with guys for a long time, that lack of memory niggled.You’re not remembering because you have sex brain. Best ever means no one else counts. Certainly not Paul Fuck Face.
Malik’s new nickname for my ex.
Moses twined himself between my legs as I emptied a perfect portion of wet food for him. He purred loudly and dug in as I moved to my laptop.
“You’re working?”
Hand pressed to my heart—I spun to find a very naked Malik at the other end of my galley kitchen. “You scared me.
“I came to invite you to have a shower with me.” He offered the lascivious grin I’d come to love. He crooked a finger.
Of course I followed him.
Ten minutes later, sated between the mutual hand jobs, we lathered up. “So, Saturday was your day, right?”
He eyed me as he wet his hair. He’d brought something to put in it later, he’d explained. “Sure.”
“Well, why don’t you come with me today? See my point of view?”
An eyebrow arched as he shampooed his hair.
I rotated us so the spray ran down my back. I shimmied a bit to try to get the soap out of my nooks and crevices.
“You said you’re meeting with a member of Parliament.”
“I am.” I wet my hair—which admittedly took way less time.
“Sounds boring.”
I dumped a dollop of shampoo into my hand, then lathered up my hair. “You say that, but I’m also visiting North Vancouver and the First Nation over there.”
His eyes widened in interest. “Yeah, okay.”
“You have to promise to behave.”
Those eyes narrowed. “When am I not behaved?”
For my part, I rolled my eyes.
Eventually we dried, styled our hair, ate breakfast, and headed out the door.
