She rolled her eyes, yanked the sheet free from where it remained tucked, and jolted out of the bed. “I need coffee to deal with you.”
“Not a morning person?” I asked, following her out of the bedroom to be met with a forceful slam of the bathroom door in my face. “Guess not.”
Taking it upon myself, I set out to make the coffee she apparently needed. But as I held the carafe beneath the faucet to fill, I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. Not once while we fucked had her attitude made an appearance. Granted, we hadn’t done much talking between the rounds, but it was obvious how compatible we were during the long stretches of silence. Still, her question knocked around my brain.
Why her?
I honestly didn’t know. This had nothing to do with getting one over on Brad. It didn’t even have to do with sex, because she was right: I did have plenty of contacts that I could call for a good fuck. Maybe I was bored with just having a good fuck? Maybe Amy challenged me in a way that made it hotter than with anyone else?
And it had to have been the same for her. Did my attitude create just enough animosity to become an aphrodisiac? There were so many questions that needed to be explored.
An idea came to me… and I stripped naked.
A few minutes later, I had resumed my task making coffee when I heard the door of her bathroom creak open, and about a second later she said, “What the hell are you doing?”
“Making you coffee.” I looked at her over my shoulder and smirked. “Although not sure why you have this dinosaur of a coffee maker instead of the instant modern kind… but you’re welcome.” I continued to fill the machine, flipped the switch, and when I turned, her gaze dropped like a sack of sand, right to my semihard dick. It wasn’t a surprise when it grew beneath her stare, nor was it when it grew harder as she licked her lips.
“If you must know, it was my parents.’” A guarded expression flashed before the irritation returned as she came to stand behind me. “My question pertains to why you are naked.”
“You seem to be more responsive when I’m naked versus clothed…” I paused and shook my head. “No… not just more responsive, but also more civil.”
“Well, if you have no issue hailing yourself a cab that way, knock yourself out.”
“I decided to stay,” I declared, folding my arms and leaning my naked ass against her counter in a silent standoff with her clothed body. If she thought the baggy sweatpants and oversize T-shirt were a deterrent, she was sadly mistaken.
“Nate, I was serious when I said I had a lot of work to do.”
“A few hours won’t make a shit difference to your deadline.”
“Yes, it will. Janis is already annoyed I’m behind and will lose it if she finds out we’re involved this way. You’re obviously not one of her favorite people.” Fuck Janis sat on the tip of my tongue. “Isn’t this a conflict of interest?”
“Nope. I already spoke to my client, and he’s aware of our connection.” Kind of. “Unless you tell her, there’s no way she’d find out.”
She looked unconvinced. “Still, I refuse to be a pawn in this hate match you have going on between you. From what she said, Richard is being very difficult, and she blames you for that. I already know too much.” That woman sure had Amy snowed.
“First off, using you as a pawn isn’t my style. Secondly, that’s business which has no place here and has nothing to do you and me.” I closed the distance between us without touching her. “I’ll leave after we have breakfast.”
“Breakfast for me is a bowl of cereal.” She pushed past me to grab a mug and fill it.
“Lucky for you, I’m great in the kitchen… and breakfast is my specialty.”
“I’m not surprised. I’m sure your dates appreciate that.”
I allowed her that misconception. Little did she know I’d never made one of my “dates” breakfast. “I like you jealous.” When I circled her in my arms, she tried to escape, but pressing my front to her back stopped the struggle. “I’ll make you a deal. We’ll eat, fool around one more time, and then I’ll go.” While she remained silent, probably contemplating my offer, I shamelessly enabled her by dipping to nibble on her neck.
“Nate.”
“Mmm?”
She calmly placed the mug on the counter and turned in my arms. But before I could claim victory, she palmed my cock and smirked when I bucked.
“Is this your way of intimidating me to leave?” I asked, raising both hands in surrender. “Because a verbal request would accomplish that.”
“No…” Firm strokes over my hard flesh sent sparks shooting through me. “It’s my way to put you in your place.”
“It’s the nakedness, isn’t it? I was right, and now you’re annoyed I called you out on it.” I received another infamous eye roll and another squeeze around my cock. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong? Is this driving you crazy?” she asked, increasing her efforts. “Huh, Mr. Navarro? Is it hard for you to be your cocky, pricky self when I have your dick in my hand? Are you close?” she mocked. Words failed me as I teetered on not knowing if she would continue to pleasure me or hurt me. Strangely enough, that unknown made it even hotter, provided she didn’t make any rash moves with my cock.
She placed one hand on my abs and, while maintaining her grip, led me around like a dog on a leash. The sudden domination caused my few steps to shuffle backward until my ass again hit the counter. “I still owe you an orgasm. To quote a certain individual…” More stroking commenced, and her voiced deepened in a poor attempt to imitate me. “Do you want me to pleasure you with my hand or my mouth?” Firmer stroking combined with her heated gaze alternating between my eyes and hard-on caused my brain to short-circuit. “Well?”
“To quote another certain individual,” I said with gritted teeth, “stop teasing me.”
“Just answer the question.”
“Okay, hotshot. I want to fuck your mouth.” My request sounded squeaky, but who could blame me with the compromising hold she had?
“Again, I quote, ‘Your wish is my command.’” She dropped to her knees and repeated what she had tried to accomplish last night… only better, so much better.
In the way his mesmerizing green eyes penetrated through mine, I knew he was getting close. Especially when a quickening of breaths came, ironically mimicking my heartbeat. I tried not to think about why giving a blow job excited me when it never had before, or why pleasure rolled through me no different from how it most likely rolled through him.
As one of his hands landed on the back of my head in an ironclad grip, I teasingly pulled back to trace the ridge along his tip with my tongue. That only spurred him to push deeper to take what he needed. My battle of wills was for show, because I truly wanted to taste all of him and drive him wild in the process.
He expelled another ragged, shaky breath as I swallowed more of his length until he hit the back of my throat. As my mouth stretched uncomfortably, I moved one hand to grip him at the base and hollowed my cheeks, sucking with all the force I could muster. The results were evident through his low, carnal moans. Both thighs flexed beneath where my forearms rested against him, his knees pressed against my boobs, and his dick pulsed in my mouth. Seconds later, a shudder came before he did, and I took everything he gave, leaving him totally spent.