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She woke the next morning and found herself completely draped over Amery and drooling. She tried to wipe the drool away before he woke, but then she heard him laugh. She groaned.
“I was wondering if you were going to wake up,” he asked.
She blushed. “Sorry,” she muttered as she wiped her drool away. He pulled her down again and rolled them over.
“A little drool never scared me,” he said as he kissed her, and she quickly forgot about said drool incident.
“Hungry?” he asked as he pulled away. She nodded, and he smirked.
“Me too,” he said as he slowly moved down her body and under the sheets and then his mouth was on her. He was unrelenting as he teased her with his tongue and lips, and then his fingers until she came hard. He grabbed a condom and was inside her, bringing them both to a quick climax.
“Now for the food,” he murmured against her neck as he kissed his way up to her face.
He gave her a smack on the lips and threw on some sweatpants before heading downstairs. “There’s a robe on the inside of the closet door if you want to put that on,” he said to her from the stairs. She suddenly realized she only had her gala dress. She groaned. She’d be forced to do a walk of shame later.
She threw on the robe and wandered downstairs. She found Amery busy making what appeared to be omelets. She took a seat at the breakfast bar and watched him as she poured them both an orange juice from the carafe sitting out on the counter. She took a sip and moaned. She was thirsty.
“Don’t make sounds like that, angel,” he said as he turned around and took a sip of the OJ.
“Sorry,” she muttered. “I’m really thirsty.”
“Well, you should be. It’s my bad. I should have gotten us some water last night, I was just a little preoccupied.” He shrugged as he turned back to flip the omelet.
She grinned and squirmed in the seat. She was a little raw this morning. She looked up and saw Amery watching her.
“I guess I’ll need to be creative with that third orgasm,” he said with a smirk.
She spat out the orange juice, and he chuckled and tossed her a towel. His phone rang, and he answered it.
“Hey,” he said cheerfully. “Yeah, I was planning earlier in the week, but maybe I can go up later or stay longer. Sure. Nope. Great, I’ll call you later and we can figure out the details. Yeah, love you too, monkey.”
Lyla quirked an eyebrow at him.
“My youngest sister,” he said to her. “I have to be in Newark this coming week and she does too, so she wanted to meet up and hang out.”
“That’s nice,” Lyla said. He shrugged and smiled.
He served them up breakfast and just as they began eating the doorbell rang. She was a little startled and wanted to sprint up the back staircase and hide from whoever was visiting first thing in the morning, but Amery seemed as cool as a cucumber as he walked to the front door. She heard him chatting with someone before he closed the door and walked back in, setting a bag on the counter as he did so. She looked over at the shopping bag with curiosity. He was getting clothes delivered on a Sunday morning?
He didn’t say a word about it as they finished breakfast. He cleared their plates, and she insisted on helping put the dishes in the dishwasher. They again worked well together, and she couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to wake up like this every morning. She knew he traveled often for work, but the days he wasn’t gone...she quelled her thoughts not wanting to think about a relationship that may never get to that level.
She finished drying the frying pan and put it away and then turned to find him standing in her path. He didn’t say a word as he pulled her robe open, exposing her naked body underneath. The hunger in his eyes kept any morsel of self-doubt or shyness away as he pushed the robe off her shoulders, so she stood completely naked in the middle of his kitchen. He lifted her off the ground until they were face-to-face, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked them over to the breakfast bar. He set her down on the cold stone counter and spread her legs wide as he stood in between them. He traced the line of her jaw and kissed her. His lips sought ownership over hers. She let him claim her with that kiss. Then his kisses trailed down her neck, and she leaned her head, exposing more skin for his teeth to graze as he traveled the length of her body until he was seated between her thighs. He ran a finger along the lips of her sex, and she let out a harsh breath.
“I owe you that third orgasm,” he whispered as he looked at her, not even glancing at her arousal, but instead his gaze never left her eyes.
“It’s OK,” she assured him. “You can give me an IOU.”
He laughed. “I prefer to pay upfront,” he murmured as he leaned his head down, still keeping his eyes locked on hers.
“Well, then, who am I to argue?” she breathed as his lips found her clit and his finger pushed inside of her. She tried so hard to keep her eyes locked on his, but they kept falling shut with the intensity of the feelings she was having. Whenever her eyes closed, he would pull back, forcing her to look at him again. He took his time building her up and just when she was sure she’d go insane if she didn’t come, he flicked his finger rapidly inside her, and she called out his name as her body went stiff.
“Wow,” she said as she leaned her head back against the countertop.
“Come on, let’s get a shower,” he said. He pulled her up and grabbed her robe from the floor. He held it out for her and she placed her arms through the holes as he closed it around her and tied it up like a neat little package before taking her hand in his, leading her back to the single most amazing shower she had ever seen.
As she got out of the shower, following much coaxing from Amery, he handed her the bag that had been delivered. She looked at him with curiosity as she opened the bag and inside she found a pair of jeans, t-shirt, bra, panties, and flip-flops. Her eyes shot up to his with a bit of shock and a whole lot of admiration.
“I couldn’t have you going home in that gala dress. I don’t ever want you to feel ashamed of what is happening between us, no walk of shame, ever,” he said adamantly.
“You didn’t have to do this. I...” She trailed off.
“But I did,” he said in a sexy voice before planting a quick kiss on her lips.
“Thank you,” she whispered, and he grinned at her as he dropped the towel that had been hanging around his waist and walked into his walk-in closet. She stood and gaped at his backside. Damn, did he have a nice ass. She had always admired Nate’s ass, but Amery’s was, well, Nate didn’t have anything on Amery, that was for sure.
