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CARSON
When I wake, she’s still sleeping. But I always wake up earlier than her. Normally, I’d already be working, a half a cup of coffee at my side while I tackle my next project.
But it’s nice to wake up like this. Peaceful. In a real bed.
With a sexy woman curled against my side. Her hand flexes against my chest, and I rub her arm, soothing her from whatever dream she’s having.
I turned me on how she’d taken control yesterday. I’d gone from working like a maniac, trying to get her off my mind to being consumed by her. And I liked it.
Too much maybe because I want her again. I fit so perfect inside of her, all I want is to feel her clenching tight around me, wet and hot because she wants me so bad.
I roll over, easing between her legs so I can feel the short hairs above her pussy brushing my cock. She rolls her head on the pillow and mumbles something.
“Libby,” I whisper.
Her eyelids flicker. Her lips curve.
And then I slide into her.
She pulls in a breath and her eyes go wide. Then she spreads her legs further, allowing me to go deeper, to fill her full. I can’t believe she’s so wet—almost like she had a build-up already.
“I was having a good dream,” she says, gripping my arms.
“Oh yeah?” That must be it.
“Yeah. About you.”
I pump in and out of her slowly. “Was I doing this?”
She nods. “But a little harder.”
“Shit.” She makes me so hard, and I can’t stop myself now.
Libby gives as much as I do, her hips rocking in time with mine, breasts bouncing with the motion and almost making me come far too early.
“Let me,” she breathes, pushing me back.
I lie on the bed and watch her crawl between my legs. She slides her hands up my thighs, and brushes my sack, giving me the chills. She licks her lips, practically making me come before her mouth is even on me.
“Libby,” I say, my voice husky.
“What do you want?” she asks, though I already know what she has in mind.
“I want your mouth on me.”
She smiles, obliging by leaning down. Her lips are soft on the head of my dick, just a brush of pressure that nearly drives me wild. Then her mouth opens and she takes me in, so far and so fast, I squeeze my fists on the comforter to hold back. Her mouth is hot, the perfect size to accommodate me.
Her hands rub my thighs while she fucks me with her mouth, sliding up and down and flicking her tongue against my most sensitive parts.
“Shit—Libby—” I reach for her shoulders. “Come here.”
She straddles me, exhaling in bliss when she takes my entire cock inside again. Then she starts riding me, her hips swiveling, barely giving me a moment of reprieve. Making it nearly impossible for me to hold back. She seems to want it rough and fast, because she reaches down and rubs her own clit, finger sliding over her nub with each rocking motion.
“Fuck, Libby,” I hiss.
It’s too much. Her breasts in my line of sight, her touching herself, mouth open in ecstasy. I shove my hips against her and we both come at the same time. Her body bows over mine as we shudder together, my cock pumping her full of my cum.
“Carson,” she gasps.
I hold her tighter in response, until our heartbeats slow down and we’re both sated.
“Fuck,” I say again. “If I would have known that was such a good way to wake you up in the morning, I would have tried it a long time ago.”
She rests on my chest with a smile. “New morning ritual.”
“It’s worth a try. Worked better than coffee.”
She looks up at me. “Oooh, coffee. Let’s order room service.”
“You don’t want to get back? Get started at the house?”
“Just a few more hours,” she says. “Like you said, we deserve it.”
So we shower together and share breakfast, naked, on the rumpled bed. I haven’t seen this side of Libby before. The relaxed side.
The vulnerable side.
She’s letting me in, letting me get to know her without hesitation. I like it. I want more of it.
And then my buzz is killed with the next thing she says.
“I got a call from that guy yesterday,” she says. “The contractor who was supposed to work on the house.”
I swallow my bite of egg and glance at her. “Yeah? What did he say?”
“Nothing. I didn’t answer. He didn’t leave a message either. Maybe he was just checking in? I mean, yeah he was supposed to be out at the house weeks ago, but we never actually broke off our agreement. Not that I want to have an agreement with him still,” she says quickly, shooting me a look.
I force a smile at her. “I know. I think things are working out well so far.”
“They are.”
So well, in fact, I’d forgotten about Kyle’s offer. Even though he’s texted me more than once over the last few days. Make a decision yet? You’ll love this place—perfect for the business.
Yeah, he was laying it on thick, really trying to get me back. I hate that I almost considered it. But now…no way.
I like where I’m at. Which is another reason not to say anything to Libby. If she knows I am—was—Kyle’s partner, she won’t be happy. Not after Kyle screwed her over the way he did. I’ll tell her later. Maybe even when the project is finished. That way she won’t doubt where my loyalty lies.
We made an agreement, and unlike Kyle, I stick to my agreements.
“You okay?” Libby asks.
“Yes. Fine.”
And I would be. Kyle wouldn’t hear from Libby or me, he’d stew a little and then get over it. As much as I wanted to get Kyle back for how he treated me and Libby, now I just want him to stay out of the picture so I can keep things going as smoothly as they are right now.
“He’s an ass, right?” I continue, pushing the tray back on the bed so I can turn to face her. “He had his chance and he fucked it up. His loss.”
“His loss. Besides.” She grins. “I like our arrangement.”
“Business and pleasure. Although now that we’ve added the pleasure part, I feel like you should start paying me more.”
She laughs. “You think you’re that good?”
“I know I’m that good.”
I tackle her on the bed and kiss her hard, trying to make her forget about Kyle. Trying to make myself forget about him, too.
Better for both of us if he’s out of our lives.
And, as Libby squirms beneath me, it’s easy to put him out of my mind and focus on something better.