Playing With Love (Hollow Point #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Apparently when Liza wore shorts and a tee to bed she slept through the night, because that morning I’d woken up to my woman still in her clothes still on top of me. That meant I woke up hot—in more than one way.

At closer to fifty than forty I wasn’t over the hill, but I was beyond an age where I woke up with a raging hard-on ready to pound nails. But it would seem waking up with a gorgeous woman who smelled good and felt great on top of me was the antidote to my age-waning morning wood. The issue with that was, I had no way to alleviate the throbbing in my dick her presence caused. It hadn’t gotten any better when she’d woken up and nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck and muttered her good morning.

It wasn’t a good morning, though it would’ve been a great morning if we were home where I could’ve rolled her over or shifted her astride me. I wasn’t picky, either way would’ve worked as long as my dick was buried in her wet heat while she panted out the words I’d waited a long time to hear and she swallowed mine when I said them in return.