Chapter 43
Lie back and enjoy the ride
Kazimir
My eyes pop open and I glance down at the sleeping beauty nestled in my arms.
I haven’t woken up next to a woman in so long.
I cringe inside as a memory from my marriage assails me. Devlyn always woke up an hour before me so she could greet me with a full face of makeup. Nothing would kill my morning wood faster.
Devlyn Frostburg. Always camera ready.
Shallow snores slip from Harley’s lips parted lips.
She shuffles around, her back against my chest.
The snoring resumes.
Pride still beats at my chest from her reaction when I opened the door to her new reading nook.
She liked it, even if it’s still work in progress.
I almost let my perfectionism hold me down. That would’ve robbed me of the beaming smile she rewarded me with and the tinge of vulnerability that led her to open up about her family.
She stirs.
I wrap a possessive arm around her waist. “You’re awake?”
She turns in my embrace to face me. “I am,” she says in a groggy voice.
Her blonde hair is a mess, creating a chaotic halo around her face on the pillow. Her wild mane isn’t from a night of fucking. The adrenaline surcharge of her new library caused her to crash right after she slipped into my bed.
She lifts the sheet to cover her nose. “Don’t look at me.” Big green eyes stare up at me.
“Why?”
“I probably have drool drizzling down my chin and God knows what’s happening with my eyes. I’m sure I look hideous. And then, there’s morning breath.” She covers her head with the sheet. “I need to escape to the bathroom to make myself presentable before you’re allowed to see me.”
I grab the sheet she’s holding onto for dear life and tug at it, revealing her expression of sheer terror. “Why do you say that?”
“I’ve never woken up next to perfection before. You may not know this, Kaz Lindstrom, but after last night’s ah-mazing surprise, you’re a ten. You’ve reached the status of book boyfriend extraordinaire.”
“I assume that’s a good thing?”
“Few mortal men ever achieve that status. So, yeah, it’s a good thing.”
“Damn. If that doesn’t blow my ego to mammoth proportions.” I wink.
She shoots me a gleeful grin.
“As for your concern, you look beautiful, Harley,” I say before leaning down and capturing her lips with mine. She moans as her fingers find their way to the back of my head.
My morning wood wants to salute her pussy.
I pull away from her. If we keep this up, I’ll have to chain her to my bed and spend the rest of the day having my way with her.
That’ll throw my plans up in the air. Not happening.
“I love the way you say good morning.”
“I love the way you respond to me.” I hesitate for a beat. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“On the day I came for you at your crappy apartment, we went for lunch at Craft Burgers and Brew. You mentioned your family had relocated.”
Suspicious green eyes narrow in on me.
“Yesterday, you said it would’ve been a tragedy had you followed in your parents’ footsteps. Are they dealing with gambling… drugs… or shopping addiction?”
“Um…” She shifts on the bed. “You know…” More shifting. “The perils of having a dysfunctional family.”
“I know a thing or two about that. Do you have any siblings?”
“Um…” She clears her throat. “One sister.”
“I’m sensing you two aren’t close?”
She holds my gaze for several beats. “My sister passed away not long ago.”
Shit. Sensitive subject. “I’m sorry, Harley.”
“Don’t worry about it. You didn’t know.” Sadness… or is it anger veils her eyes. Her jaw is locked tight and all lightness has dissipated from her.
Of course she’s mourning her sister. And she’s probably mourning the fact her parents have relocated, leaving her alone in New York.
You’re poking your nose where it doesn’t belong.
I change the subject. “What do you want to do today?”
“You’re not popping by Grazie Mille?”
“For the past week, I’ve lived there. I’m not going in today unless there’s an emergency.”
“Fingers crossed there isn’t one.”
“There better not be.” I rub my stubbled jaw. “I’ll go in next week to meet with prospective buyers on behalf of the owner, but other than that, the interim manager should have everything under control.”
“Good news.”
“Back to my question,” I say. “Today is Sunday, and I’m yours for the day. How do you want to use me?”
Her eyes widen. “That’s a loaded question. Can I use your tongue all day long?”
“You can use my tongue when we get back later today. Come on, Goldilocks, it promises to be a beautiful spring day. What do you want to do?”
She taps a finger against her chin. “Hmm… I don’t know. I’m open.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
“What did you have in mind? Should I be worried?”
“No to the latter question. And for the first one, you’re going to learn how to skate.”
She flinches. “Why would I do that?”
“You’re fake dating a former NHL All-Star player and you’re his social media manager slash public relations liaison who’ll take care of his annual hockey charity. You should know what it’s like to feel the ice under your blades.”
She blinks. “That sounds like torture. I’m not all that athletic. Chances are, I’ll injure myself.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” I say. “But before we make a move, I need you to take care of me.”
I peel back the sheet, revealing both our naked bodies. My morning wood stiffens at the sight of her gorgeous tits.
“Well, good morning to you, handsome,” she says, taking hold of my cock. “What does sir desire? Hand? Mouth? Or pussy?”
I place a hand over her tit and squeeze. “How about all three?”
She squeezes my cock in return. “All three? My, you are greedy.”
“Not greedy,” I say, twisting her nipple.
“Ow!”
“I’m hungry. Hungry for more of you, sweet Goldilocks.”
She shifts up and over and in between my legs, dangling her tits over my cock.
“I’m hungry, too,” she says and licks her lips. “I suggest that sir might like to lie back and enjoy the ride.”
She dips her head and swirls her tongue over my tip before sucking me into her hot mouth.
I do as I’m told with a contented sigh as my head hits the pillow.
This woman.