The blackout shades were open. The late morning sun that still lingered behind downtown Houston cast a hazy glow through the room as it filtered through the light curtains that were still drawn.

Jordan was facing away from the window, curled in a tiny bundle at Carter’s much larger side. As the light permeated the room, the brightness eventually found its way to her eyelids and they squinted tighter, before fluttering open. She did that sleepy morning grimace as she adjusted to waking up, then her eyes found his face looking down at her.

“Morning, sunshine,” he said.

She gave a lazy smile in return and reached up to rub her eyes.

“So, that was a nice cozy little night,” she said, her smile getting bigger as she snuggled further into him.

“Yeah. Something I could get used to” Carter replied.

Jordan left that one alone for the moment but didn’t miss the happy little thrill that went through her.

“What time is it?” Jordan asked.

He reached over to pick up his phone from the nightstand. “A little after 10:30.”

“Hmm,” she said nodding. She looked up at him with one eye squinted shut. “Hungry?”

The question immediately made his stomach grumble. They hadn’t even eaten last night, at least not as far as food went.

“Yeah, I guess I am. So, should we scramble up something?” he asked.

She shifted so her head was lying back on his chest as she looked up at the ceiling. “Actually, scrambling is about the only thing I’m capable of. I’m not the world’s greatest cook. It’s my one fatal flaw.”

“Wait, what?” he exclaimed.

“Sorry,” she laughed. “I’d make a terrible wife.”

“So we’re already having that discussion are we?” he teased,

Jordan’s face winced with embarrassment. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, hugging her closer playfully. “But, this presents a problem, because I sure as hell don’t cook. I suppose we could go out somewhere.”

“Hmm, but that would mean getting dressed,” she mused, pursing her lips.

“Yeah, scratch that,” he said, and she watched his eyes slide down her cleavage as she pressed up against him.

“Perv,” she said, twisting his nipple lightly.

“Ow!” he yelped, twitching in response. “So, I think between the two of us, we can manage something…without suffering the torment of you covering those lovely legs of yours.”

“Well let’s get at it, I’m starving.”

“Mind if I borrow a shirt?”

“I insist,” he responded.

She ran over to his closet and picked a t-shirt that probably normally clung to his muscles like a second skin. On her it looked like a short nightgown, reaching just past her behind.

“Mmm, I hope you’re not wearing anything underneath that,” he insisted.

“Oh, maybe,” she said raising her hands in a stretch, her arms rising high enough over her head that she easily gave him proof of her strict adherence to that order. She smiled as she leaned against the wall to watch him. “As for you, I wouldn’t mind you just the way you are.”

“You want me to cook naked?”

She looked at him speculatively. “Hmm, you’re right. I wouldn’t want my favorite part of you out of commission.”

“So you admit you’re just using me for my body then,” he said, stretching out on his massive bed.

“Well, it’s such a nice body,” she replied walking over and crawling over the covers to straddle him. She walked her fingers up his chest as she smiled down at him. “But no, you have my temporary permission to cover your naughty bits.”

“On second thought.” He reached up and grabbed her around her waist, lifting both himself and her off the bed. She yelped in surprise as he swung her easily around and carried her sideways against his hip out the door and around the walkway to the stairs.

“Put me down!” she screamed, her fists pummeling his lower back and firm behind. She could feel the shirt sliding right up past her ass, giving him quite the view. It was oddly thrilling in a humiliating sort of way. She hoped he couldn’t see too much because it was making her wildly wet.

“Keep that up and you’ll get a spanking,” he warned as she continued to slam her fist against him while he carried her down the stairs.

The thought sent a spasm of pleasure through her.

Spanking, huh? I’ll show you, Carter Fox.

She gave him a nice little pinch on his right cheek

“Ouch, woman!” he yelped. He gave her quick, sharp pat on the ass.

Jordan yelped in surprise, but kind of enjoyed the lingering tingle from that first sting.

She gave him another pinch in response.

“Keep it up, Jordan,” he warned. “You have no idea how much I love the feel of your ass on my hand,” he said as he gave her another little slap.

She wriggled in his arms, knowing exactly what she was doing to him. She’d never been manhandled like this. Of course, she’d never dated anyone as big as Carter. It was embarrassing having her entire lower half completely exposed and on view for his pleasure as he carried her like a sack of potatoes down the stairs.

It was also incredibly erotic.

But she wasn’t about to let him get off easy without at least a little bit of putting him firmly back in his place. When he reached the kitchen he finally set her down and she quickly pulled the shirt back past her lower half with a frown on her face.

Just as she was about to go into attack mode, she stopped and stared and laughed.

He followed her eyes to his cock which had reached about 9 o’clock already.

Now, it was his turn to frown. “What the hell is so funny?” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jordan saw his expression and stopped laughing, knowing full well what fragile egos men had when it came to their junk. Still, she couldn’t keep the grin from her face.

“I don’t know. It’s just so in your face, sticking straight out like that. Not that I’m complaining,” she said coming closer to him with enticing eyes. “It’s very impressive.”

She pulled away, remembering her priorities. “Wait a second. I’m supposed to be mad at you.” She crossed her arms and gave him an evil look, but couldn’t hide the glimpses down toward his “in your face” dick.

“How about you let me make it up to you?” He picked her up to place her on the island.

“Hey!” she yelped. She was silenced as he parted her legs, his rough fingers sliding down her inner thighs.

Oh…this I can tolerate.

“Carter” she breathed, laying back to accept what was about to happen

He grabbed her legs and slid her forward so her ass was right on the edge of the counter. He pressed his face forward and she could feel his hot breath against her wide open wetness. It sent a painful shudder through her body.

He reached his thumb up to stroke the hood of her clit away and reveal the tiny pink button. A gasp and a shudder went through her. She sighed a moan as he circled it with his lips, his tongue darting out to flick and swirl around it.

That’s when the doorbell rang.