19
| SUMMER |
WEDNESDAY
(Time: 6:09 a.m.)
I open my eyes and stretch under the covers, blushing when I feel my body aching over last night’s festivities.
Mid-stretch, I bolt upright and nearly fall out of bed when it registers how much sunlight is filtering in through the windows.
“No, no, no...” A quick glance at the clock confirms that I’m going to be late for work. Again. I shuck off the comforter and race to my closet. Shit! Of all the irresponsible—
“Whoa. Hold on, sweetheart.” Jason catches me around the waist and lifts me clear off the floor, chuckling when my feet continue to pedal in the air like a cartoon character. “As much as I love seeing you running around naked—and I really do—you don’t have to panic, you’re not late for work.”
“But—”
“I rescheduled our meeting with the architect to this afternoon and asked Jack to handle the men for us until lunch.” He smiles and kisses me behind the ear as he adds, “Figured you and I could take a morning off for once. Since I know neither of us has actually done that before, I thought it’d be nice for us to try it together.”
I blink up at him, certain that I misheard him. “You want us to play hooky for the morning?”
“Sounds even better when you say it.” He gently tosses me back onto the bed and covers my body with his…which I’m only now noticing is clad only in a towel.
Such a good look for the man.
Before we can start all the hooky having fun, however, the email alert on my phone chimes.
“It can wait a few hours,” he says.
If only I could let it go that easily. “Trust me, Jason. If I don’t answer now, I’ll be imagining every possible worst-case scenario the entire time, regardless of how well you distract me.”
“Hmm, that sounds a whole lot like a challenge.” His eyes light up like I just told him Christmas is coming early this year before he grabs my phone off the nightstand and quickly burrows under the covers, dragging me along with him.
Well, the lower half of me, at least.
“Jason, what are you—Oh!”
I feel him part my legs and then prop my phone up against the inside of my leg as he murmurs against my pussy, “Remember how you told me the other night that you thought I was a master multi-tasker?”
Does he really expect me to answer right now?
“Um…” That’s the best I can do. Impressive, considering he has two fingers sliding in and out of me at the moment.
“Since you’re worried about work,” he says from somewhere deep between my legs, “I’m going to eat your pussy and read you your email at the same time. All you have to do—” he sucks my clit into his mouth— “is not come.”
When my hips buck, I feel his smile against my inner thigh. “If you continue to move around this much, I’m afraid I won’t be able to read you your—”
He halts. And then pushes the covers back to give me a turbulent, unreadable look.
Having been pretty darn close to what I’m pretty sure is the first of many orgasms this morning, my brain is way too fuzzy to process why he stopped.
I sober in an instant, however, when I see what he’s looking at.
“Oh, my god.” My cheeks go up in flames and I make a lunge for my phone. “Don’t look at that.”
Even more storm clouds roll across his features. But still, he doesn’t say a word. He simply holds my phone out of my reach and stares at me intently.
“Jason, please don’t look at that.”
His expression hardens. “You don’t want me to see this?”
I shake my head, embarrassed beyond belief.
“I see,” he says before calmly resuming the slow finger-fucking he’d been giving me earlier.
Oh no.
The man is going to torture me.
One step ahead of me, he thwarts my attempt at escape and pins me down with a single brawny forearm against my belly.
“Tell me something, sweetheart,” he says as he begins ruthlessly grinding his palm against my clit. “If you don’t want me to see this very pretty, very naked photo of you on your phone, am I to assume this photo is meant for someone else’s viewing pleasure?”
I gasp. Partly because of what he’s doing, but mostly because of what he’s accusing me of.
“Get off of me,” I growl then, dead freaking seriously.
His dark look is swept away for a moment by a look of surprise.
I wrap the blanket around me and jerk away from him. “I’m not cheating on you, if that’s what you’re implying.”
“Thank fuck,” he says, pulling me back into his arms. Relief, clear and unfiltered, transforms his features, but not before I see the questions and touch of vulnerability buried in his gaze. “Jesus, Summer, I thought…”
At the throbbing anguish in his voice, my anger dissolves as quickly as it came.
“I took the photo while you were in China.” I blush at the mere memory of the awkward self-photo session. “But I chickened out of sending it to you.”
Leaning back to look into his eyes, I add quietly, “I would never do anything like what you were imagining, Jason. I understand why you’d go there, but from now on, I’d appreciate you giving me the benefit of the doubt.”
He sighs harshly. “Logically, I know you’re not that kind of person. And in my heart, I know that, too. But I swear, in that moment just now, I felt my heart ripping out of my chest and my brain separating from my body.” His forehead drops to mine. “All I could think about was finding the other guy who might get to see that photo and ripping his goddamn eyes out.”
It takes another few seconds for the tension to slowly ebb out of him. “I’m sorry I accused you of that. I know that’s not you.”
“It’s okay. I admit, it looked bad. The situation, that is. The photo just looked ridiculous.” Ugh, I should’ve deleted it right away. I reach for my phone to do just that.
This time, Jason’s the one who leans back to give me an incredulous look. “Are you fucking kidding? That’s the sexiest damn photo I’ve ever seen.” He brings the photo back up on the screen and I bury my face against his chest to hide from the photo I’d taken of myself naked from the waist up on the bed.
Seriously, I look ridiculous. A model, I am not. And, since I failed selfie-photo-taking 101, I’m not looking anywhere near the camera, either.
“Can I have it?” he asks. “Only if you’re comfortable with me having it, of course.”
Well, since he’s already seen the live show... “Okay.”
As if fearing that I may change my mind, Jason quickly takes my phone and does some kind of voodoo phone-touching thing to get the photo transferred to his phone
Seconds later, it’s done.
“Safer than texting,” he says simply as he thumbs through his screen to find the newly transferred photo.
“Fuck,” he says as he stares at it on his phone. “If I wasn’t worried about every guy I know drooling all over this photo, I’d make this my screensaver.” His gaze goes from the photo to me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Summer.”
God, he makes me feel it.
After making sure the photo is backed up, in a few places, he hovers his thumb over the delete button on my phone. “Are you sure you want it gone for good?”
“Yes, please.”
When I see the photo vanish into cyberdust, I sigh with relief.
He smiles as he looks from me to the photo now exclusively on his phone. “You are seriously, the sexiest little thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, woman.”
I almost can’t believe how turned-on he looks. I mean, I get it, it’s a naked photo. But still, the way he’s looking at it, you’d think I was the world’s greatest centerfold.
Finally, I break down to look over his shoulder, thinking maybe I’ll see something magical to warrant his undivided lust—perhaps a double rainbow with two pots of gold on my boobs.
There is no rainbow.
In fact, there are also no boobs.
He cropped everything but my face out.
“Told you it was beautiful,” he says with a wink.