Page 91 of Voyeur Café

She’s perfect, as always. Morning light shining across thesmooth skin of her naked body. Chest rising and falling with the steady breaths of sleep. It’s tempting to keep watching her, but the draw of kissing her sweet face is stronger. I kiss along her jaw, down the column of her neck, tracing my hand up and down the side of her soft waist, easing her awake.

“Mmm.” Her sleepy voice comes as I’m kissing back up the other side of her neck. “Morning.”

“Morning, sweetheart,” my hand at her waist traces lower, over the slope of her hip, smoothing down the curve of her round ass cheek. “I know you’ve said the only thing worth being woken up for is coffee—”

“That’s because it is,” she giggles quietly, eyes still closed.

“I’d like to test that theory.” I kiss down her sternum, stopping to suck and nibble on each round breast on my way lower. “I have something you may want to add to that list.” My fingertips travel across the top of her thigh, dipping between her legs.

She gasps my name at the contact, rolling her hips eagerly to meet my touch. “You may be on to something.” Her voice comes out breathily. I rub a finger in circles around her slicking entrance, loving the way my touch affects her. “But I won’t know for sure until you show me.”

“Of course, sweetheart. You should have all the information.” I dip the finger inside her, only a knuckle deep, sliding back and forth, as I kiss lower on her body, tasting the curves of her soft stomach.

“Fuck, Luke, you’re going to make me lose control like that.”

“That’s the idea.” I dip the finger further on my next pass, still not giving her quite what she needs. “By the way, there is coffee on your nightstand. If you’d like to enjoy that, too.”

She looks over, smiling, “I thought I smelled coffee. Better not, though. Wouldn’t want to spill.”

I slide my finger free. “I could wait.”

“You better fucking not,” she scolds, grabbing my wrist and pulling it close to her again.

This time I fill her with my finger like I have something to prove. My lips leave their final kiss on her belly and drop down to her clit. She cries out the moment my mouth is on her.

“So responsive,” I mumble against her sex before my lips are on her again, sucking lightly as my tongue starts to swirl her sensitive bud.

Her hips rock on my finger, slick with her arousal now, so I add a second.

“Yes, please,” she cries.

The feel of her, hot and wet, soaking my fingers and lips is intoxicating, her pleasure the most delicious thing.

Looking up, I watch her, head thrown back as she moans in ecstasy. Curling my fingers, I pump harder, and her moans reach a peak at the top of each thrust.

I increase the sensation at her clit, more insistent with my tongue, lips sucking harder.

“Yes, that. That.Yes.” She hits her fist against the bed, punctuating each word. “Fuck, don’t you dare stop.”

She starts to pulse around my fingers, squeezing me tightly, and I keep up the motions exactly as she asked. She keens, making the most delicious sounds as she encourages me to continue. I could live and die between her legs, but it only takes another minute before she’s coming apart.

Once I’m sure she’s fully satisfied, I pull back, sitting up to take in her blissful face, flushed from the exertion of her orgasm.

“Well?” I ask.

“Hmm?” she asks, dazed.

“Is that an acceptable reason to wake you up?”

“Oh, fuck yes.”

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Our place is buzzing with people by the time Allie and I arrive. As of today—the soft opening of the bar—Allie is closingTurbineat two rather than five, so we have a couple of hours of downtime to switch gears until the bar opens at four.

“This showed up this morning,” Devon says, handing me a wide, flat cardboard box. “It needs to be hooked up and hung in the front window, please.”

“Please? That’s new. Are you finally willing to admit you like me, Devon?” I give her my best smirk, even knowing it won’t have any effect.

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