Chapter 5
Averie
“Wake up, Averie. I have a surprise for you,” Sir expressed, the current of minty fresh breath carrying his words.
I stirred slightly, my eyelids slowly fluttering open. I looked around. The first light of dawn had begun to break, spilling through the large floor-to-ceiling windows in his bedroom. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen asleep in his arms. We went round for round until I couldn’t fucking see straight.
My body was exhausted; every limb felt like it weighed a ton.
My body and mind were out of sync, and my muscles felt relaxed and sore simultaneously.
I sluggishly twisted my neck in Sir’s direction as if every move I made required more effort than I had to offer.
My thoughts were fragmented, and my mental clarity was intangible.
“What time is it?” I quizzed, still half-asleep but curious.
“It’s early. But trust me, it’ll be worth it.”
He gently pulled me up and wrapped me in a warm, cozy Sherpa blanket as if he knew my motor skills had been reduced to that of a newborn.
He cradled me in his arms and carried me to the living room.
It was bathed in a soft, golden light as the first rays of the sun began to peek over the horizon.
The snow from the recent storm had stopped, leaving the entire city blanketed in cocaine white.
It was New Year’s Day, a fresh start to a new year.
He set me down on the large, comfortable sofa facing the windows and hovered over me, blanketing me with his warmth.
“Early riser?” I inquired before a soft yawn slipped past my lips.
“No. I don’t get tired. Plus, I thought you might want to watch the sunrise while I eat your pussy.”
My lips swooped to one side, appreciating the small romantic gesture, no matter that it was coated in lust. Sir’s mouth began working its familiar magic before I could let another word slip past my lips.
He already knew he had my permission. I was in his possession, and there was nowhere else I wanted to be.
I’d spent the last few hours climaxing under his command, but it was clear he meant every word he said about his promises before the sun came up.
He wanted more of me, and I wanted more of him too.
His long tongue flicked against my clit with the quick precision of a venomous snake when it came time to catch its prey.
I found myself daydreaming about him while still in his presence, rerunning the forbidden moments in my mind and savoring how he put me on a pedestal and made me feel seen.
The fact that Sir was the only man who’d ever paid such attention to every piece of my anatomy stirred up feelings deep inside me that I wasn’t ready to face.
Still, I couldn’t deny the pull Sir had on my heartstrings and my pussy.
But then, reality sunk in. The reasons why he was off-limits loomed over my desires like a dark shadow.
Guilt and shame crept in, whispering reminders of the consequences of tossing caution to the wind.
Inside of me was a game of tug-of-war between my mind and my heart.
Sir and I had been partners in the complex dance of desire and restraint for too long.
Yet, he’d proven he was the only nigga who knew the story of my body.
My nails scraped against his tattooed muscles. “Ooh fuck!” I squealed while rolling my hips against his lustrous beard.
My back arched, lifting off the couch cushions.
My lashes shot upward, catching the view of the morning sky as the colors began to change—pink, orange, and purple hues blended in a mind-blowing exhibit.
My legs spread wider as my eyes snaked along the view of Sir slurping between my thighs, giving the view of the sunrise a run for its money.
His long tongue met my every squirm and twist, refusing to let me run from the pleasure that surged from the soles of my feet up to my scalp. Sir ate my pussy as if he’d been starving.
“Don’t run from me, Averie. I love the way you taste,” Sir growled. He was a real fucking master, schooling me in a lesson of indulgence as he violated all the meat on my bones.
My legs shook as I panted. “Fuck! Don’t stop. I’m close!”
“Is it mine?” he quizzed, eyes flashing up at me from between my thighs.
I felt my legs getting weak at the low rumble of his tone and the lashings of his tongue. “Yes! It’s yours!” I squealed, leaking everywhere.
Sir pulled away with a face full of my gushy juices and a trace of a satisfied smile brushing his lips. “Happy New Year, Averie.”
My chest rose and fell as my eyes swung toward the massive window.
I watched as the sun continued to rise, casting a golden glisten over the fresh snow.
My ears homed in on the distant sound of car horns.
The city below us had slowly started to awaken, but it felt like we were the only two people who existed up in Sir’s penthouse.
I had to admit, there was something special about starting the new year off like that.
“The sunrise is beautiful,” I admitted.
Sir kissed the top of my head. “Not as beautiful as you.”
We lay wrapped in the oversized blanket, enjoying the serene moment. Internally, my mind continued to war against my heart—a constant push and pull between my detective’s logic and raw human emotion.
One minute, I was determined to keep my distance and never put my hand in the cookie jar again.
The next, I was reeled back into him, unable to deny our shared connection and chemistry.
It was as if our souls were bonded on this spiritual plane and the next.
My heart stumbled out a frantic beat at the thought of him, a magnetic pull I’d never been quite able to resist. Every glance and touch sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire almost impossible to douse.
Was all this worth the risk?
I lay in his arms, questioning myself. I looked up at him, curious if I could live with the what-ifs when it came time to walk away.
My phone rang, slicing through the peaceful silence and my raging thoughts.
My head jerked toward the kitchen, where my coat lay on the counter.
Without saying a word, Sir retrieved it from my coat pocket. I watched him check the caller ID.
“It’s the police station,” he announced, handing the phone to me.
With a sigh, I answered the call. “Detective Morris.”
“Morris, a body washed up in the New York Harbor about half an hour ago. We believe it’s connected to the shooting at Karma. We need you here as soon as possible.”
My heart dropped half a foot. I didn’t want to leave the perfect moment with Sir, but duty called. “Understood. I’ll be there right away.” I ended the call, turning my gaze back to Sir apologetically. “I have to go.”
Sir nodded, understanding but visibly disappointed. “I understand.”
We both knew the shooting at his club on New Year’s Eve would be a high-profile story, and any lead was crucial.
My detective mind raced, recalling when I first arrived at Sir’s place.
He said he had his men on it. I couldn’t help but wonder if he had anything to do with the body in the harbor.
I quickly swallowed my assumptions, refusing to let the real world bleed into our perfect little bubble.
I stood up, reluctantly shedding the warm blanket and exposing my naked body. “This was... this was perfect.”
He pushed himself to stand, pulling me into a gentle yet assertive embrace. I felt his dick jump with excitement against my abdomen before he eased away.
He licked his lips. “You better get dressed. The longer you stand here, the harder it is for me to fight the urge to be inside of you again. Because if I do, I promise I’m not letting you leave.”
A smile traversed my lips before I disappeared down the hall.
The master bathroom was spacious, with a black Italian marble countertop and floors.
The temperature-controlled floors were heated, ensuring comfort in the pits of winter.
A freestanding bathtub sat by the window.
Adjacent to it was a large walk-in rain shower, enclosed in frosted glass, with two showerheads and gold fixtures.
I stepped into the glass shower, feeling the initial spurt of warm water hit my skin, sending a wave of soothing heat through my body.
As the water cascaded over me, I felt my senses fully awakening.
My lids fell shut as the steam opened my pores.
I drew in a deep breath, inhaling the moist, warm air.
All I could think about was Sir’s warm hands on my body, wishing we could hold onto the moment a bit longer.
I didn’t know what fate had in store for us, but deep down, I knew I didn’t want it to be the last time he parted my thighs.
In a matter of hours, he’d managed to burrow his way into my heart and take root.
He’d done something to my mind and my body that no man walking God’s green Earth had ever been able to do.
I reached for his shower gel. As I lathered up my washcloth, the rich vanilla and spice fragrance filled the shower, adding a warm, masculine scent that made my heart flutter.
It was his scent. As urgent as I knew the call was, I took my time, massaging the soap into my skin, savoring the aroma that clung to every hair follicle on my naked, wet body.
The warmth of the water helped to loosen up the tightness in my leg muscles.
I was in shape, but I hadn’t had my legs stretched and worked out like that in a long time.
I had Sir to thank for the ache. As much pleasure as I’d gotten from it all, I’d gladly take a little pain.
As I rinsed off the soap, I slowly decreased the temperature, finishing with a cool splash of water that provided a final jolt to wake me up entirely.
I stepped out, my skin tingling and feeling refreshed.
I grabbed one of the folded plush towels and wrapped it around myself, feeling more ready to take on the day.
Finally, my mind was clearer, and my limbs felt more loose.
I reappeared from his bedroom, fully clothed with my hair pulled back into a low ponytail.
I made my way down the hallway, my gold detective badge swinging lightly around my neck with every step.
I rounded the corner into the kitchen to grab my coat and began to put it on, trying to keep my emotions in check.
I was used to the early starts, but today felt slightly different.
To my surprise, Sir stood by the kitchen counter with a fresh cup of black coffee in hand. The rich, familiar aroma filled the room, promising to chase away the last remainders of my sleep with one sip.
He presented me with the mug with a warm smile. “I thought you could use a different kind of pick-me-up.”
My heart fluttered at the sight of him. The early morning sunlight cast a soft glow across his chiseled, bare chest. His thick beard, slightly scruffy and overlaid with my dried love juices, added a rugged charm to his typical composed appearance.
Even the simplicity of seeing him standing shirtless in the kitchen, Sir exuded a down-to-earth vibe that was seconds away from reeling me back into his arms and into his bed. A sudden wave of excuses flooded my mind.
Can I call in sick? Say I have the flu? Maybe… I’ll say I’m snowed in and can’t reach the scene. Or perhaps I’ll tell them I’ve got a flat tire.
His attention to every detail never ceased to amaze me. I inched forward, accepting the steaming cup of coffee with an appreciative smile. “You always seem to know exactly what I need. Thank you.”
I sipped, the hot, bitter liquid instantly awakening my senses. It was perfect—just the way I liked it. I could’ve easily seen myself getting used to his small but thoughtful gestures if I wasn’t careful, especially in the early mornings when the weight of my responsibilities felt especially heavy.
His wide and alert eyes were a striking difference from the rest of his relaxed demeanor. His gaze was deep. The way he soaked me in with those captivating Cognac brown eyes made my yoni throb.
Sir reached out, gently hooking a stray curl behind my ear, his touch tender and reassuring. “Go catch the bad guys, detective. You know where to find me.”
I headed for the door in a solemn, quiet stroll, feeling the shackle of Sir’s gaze searing into my spine.
I looked over my shoulder, taking in one last look at the sunlit room, etching the memory into my mind before stepping out into the crisp New Year’s Day, ready to face whatever the day had in store for me.
Although no words were spoken, it was clear neither of us wanted to say goodbye. We knew what would happen when I opened the door and stepped over the threshold—real life would resume, and we would both still be on opposite sides of the law.
Sir reached for my hand, his fingertips gently grazing mine before he slowly let my hand slip away. “Until next time, Averie.”
I nodded, feeling the absence of his grip and wishing I could stay just a little bit longer.
I displayed a small smile before gently pressing my lips against his.
There was a lingering softness between us, a gentle yet firm press that spoke volumes.
The kiss let me know that our parting was only temporary.
Our lips parted slowly but not too far. I licked my lips, tasting myself on them as I stared into his orbs.
Sir cupped my face tenderly, his thumb brushing lightly across my cheek as if memorizing my skin's feel.
As we finally pulled away, our foreheads rested against each other.
Everything seemed to pause at that moment, allowing us to savor the details.
With one last peck, Sir stepped back, reluctantly letting me go. Our gazes locked momentarily before I finally found the courage to turn away.
“Until next time,” I replied.