14. Merrick
14
MERRICK
“W hat are you doing?” I ask, trying to get my bearings as I rub the sleep from my eyes. “It’s”—I glance at the clock—“four in the morning.”
“I wanted to leave hours ago but someone likes to cuddle,” she sasses, the moon casting her in a silhouette.
“It was nice,” I admit and she snorts. “What?”
“My boss, who folded me into a pretzel and made me orgasm so many times I lost count, fell asleep, snuggled up and holding my boob.”
Dragging my hands over my face to cover my smile, I chuff out a laugh as I roll onto my back. The mattress dips as Wren straddles my waist, her delicious body hidden beneath her clothes.
“It was pretty cute,” she whispers as she braces her palms on my chest.
“How am I supposed to keep my hands off you when I know what you look like naked and coming all over me?” I ask, dragging my palms up her thighs as she wiggles her hips, my dick stirring beneath her.
“You’ll manage.”
“You shouldn’t have gotten dressed.” The statement is a whine as she moves down my body and ghosts her lips over the head of my cock.
“Are you always this dramatic?” she asks before sucking my length into her mouth, my hips jerking at the contact.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
“Your recovery time is honestly remarkable,” she teases before licking up the underside of my shaft and circling the head with her tongue.
“You trying to make fun of my age again? Because you sure as hell didn’t have anything to say when your knees almost gave out trying to get out of bed last night.”
Her hand grips my balls as she takes me to the back of her throat, holding me there for a moment that feels damn close to heaven before working me up and down at a feverish pace.
“Wren…fuck. God damn, I’m not gonna last with you…shit.”
I come hard and fast as she swallows me down before pulling off with a small pop.
“I have to go.”
“I think you should sit on my face instead,” I murmur against her lips, my fingers tangled in her hair as she smirks.
“Tempting.”
“I can ask nicely.”
“I can’t.” She pouts. “My boss is a dick if we’re late.”
“Your boss’s dick was just in your mouth, Miss Sterling.”
“And now you get to think about that for the rest of the day.” Pressing a kiss to my lips, she hops off the bed and walks to the door.
“Wren.”
“Go back to sleep, Mr. Ellis. I’ll see you soon.”
* * *
WREN
“You look tired, Miss Sterling,” Merrick murmurs as he reheats his coffee in the break room.
“Some of us started our day at four this morning, Mr. Ellis,” I tell him, arching one eyebrow as I wait for him to be done with the microwave.
“And whose fault is that?” he asks. I snort as Kami comes into the break room and Merrick retrieves his cup. “Have a good day, ladies.”
Wow , Kami mouths, her eyes widening, and she fans her face as our boss leaves. I’m left trying to make small talk with my panties damp from remembering how I’d made him come before slipping from his house and going back to mine.
I can barely contain my excitement until my next client arrives and I can escape into the sanctuary that’s work.
Away from prying eyes.
Away from the man that had me screaming his name.
It’s a welcome reprieve.
I’ve never made a big deal about my personal life, but I’ve never had to keep it hidden either. Is this just a temporary thing? Something more?
Both options seem daunting, the unknown a bottomless pit of what-ifs clawing at my psyche. It’s too early to let the spiraling thoughts take hold and not enough caffeine in me to counteract it.
Clearing my mind, I let the dim light and soft music ground me to the moment, because if I let this thing with Merrick continue, I have no doubt it’ll consume me—his intensity too much to ignore.
Because you like it.
I do. And that’s the damn problem.
And as much as I’d love to go running back to his bed tonight, to get lost in his body, I can’t. Merrick Ellis is an addiction I can’t afford, and I’d do well to remember that.