I looked up and he arched an eyebrow at me as he held two cups of coffee, one in each hand. I had two options. I could stand up, take the cup of coffee and do the walk of shame while I got my ass out of here as quick as I possibly could . . .
Or, I could move my head just a little . . .
“Oh, shit,” he said when my tongue darted out and circled the head of his dick. He was bigger than anyone I’d been with, so my chances of deep throating like a champ were slim to none, but I could at least give it a go.
I licked up and down his length and I could feel him quivering like a plucked guitar string, which made me smile. Using my hand and mouth, I sucked him off the best I could and somewhere along the line his hands went into my hair and I wondered where the coffee had gone, but it didn’t really matter.
“I’m going to come. You need to stop unless you want me to do it in your mouth.” His voice was ragged and he was coming undone and I was thinking maybe I wasn’t so bad at this after all and then his hand tightened on the back of my head and it was too late. I swallowed and then grinned up at him.
“Spitters are quitters.” I rose to my feet as he collapsed on the bed again. “Where’s the coffee?”
He pointed to two broken cups sitting in a couple of giant wet spots on the floor. Funny, I missed that part.
“It’s official,” he said, staring at the ceiling. “You are the sexiest woman alive. I mean, I knew it when I saw you the first time and again when you walked into the bar and again when I was getting you off and again when I was inside you, but . . . Fuck.” He turned his head to the side and grinned. I gathered my clothes and lay down on the bed next to him.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
Our eyes met and we both smiled. I was feeling goofy happy and satiated and maybe a little hung over and I knew this was a bad idea, but right then I was going to bask in it.
“So I was serious about the résumé thing. I know this,” he motioned between us and I thought he meant the sex, “would make things a little more interesting, but I think I’m adult enough to be able to work with you without this getting in the way.” Yeah, he was adult enough. Now if I said I wasn’t okay with it I looked like a moron who let sex get in the way of work. I was not that girl. It didn’t mean that I was going to hire him. Hell would freeze over first.
“You’re being very nice to me. You weren’t so nice during the interview,” I said. He wouldn’t stop smiling sexily.
“You should mark this in your calendar. I’m only nice a few days of the year, and you just happened to catch me on one of them. As soon as I’ve had my coffee, I’ll go right back to being a dick, I promise.”
I had to look away from the smile. It was making me feel all sexy again.
“I should go. Because . . . I should go.” I had a lot of reasons, but none of them came to mind. I mean, obviously I had to get dressed first, but still. I wanted to leave with as little awkwardness as possible.
“No coffee?” The way he said it, I was thinking he didn’t mean . . . coffee. I stared at him and he smirked and winked at me. Yup, he didn’t mean actual coffee.
“No, I gotta go. Um, thanks. For the sex.”
“Thanks for the coffee, Sunshine.” He wiggled his eyebrows and I had the urge to smack him with a pillow, but I hustled my butt to the bathroom. By the time I got out the door, he was nowhere to be found.
A solitary round of applause greeted me as I tried to sneak into my apartment and past Sloane. No such luck. She was sitting at the bar, a plate of croissants and two cups of coffee in front of her, as if she’d been waiting for me. My phone had died sometime during the night and I hadn’t had a chance to charge it.
“Welcome home, you sex bunny.” I’d tried to fix my hair, but it was kind of a lost cause. Plus, the wrinkled shirt and smudged makeup didn’t help.
“Shut up,” I said and went for the coffee. I took a sip and sighed in bliss. It wasn’t coffee; it was my absolute favorite, dirty chai. Yeah, yeah, I know. It was basically a chai with an espresso shot. My favorite was vanilla peppermint and that was what Sloane has gotten me.
“Who’s your favorite roommate?” She put her hand to her ear, as if she was waiting to hear my answer.
“You are,” I mumbled into my cup as she handed me a croissant. God, I was starving. Sex could do that to you.
“Okay, so now that you’ve had your fix, I demand details!” She smacked her hand on the counter and I wished she had something better to do with her time.
I sighed and sat down at the table and gave Sloane all the details she could possibly want. We had a very open relationship, so if I didn’t tell her every single detail, including the blowjob, she’d find some way to shake it out of me somehow.
As soon as I was finished with my chai, croissant and c**k story sharing, I was languishing in a long hot shower.
Of course my mind went immediately back to last night. I slipped my hand between my legs and remembered Lucas’ face as he went down on me and I had to hold onto the shower wall because my knees were trembling. Hooray for new mast***ation material.
When the water finally started getting cold, I got out and toweled off and I definitely needed more caffeine. I got dressed and went out to the living room to find Sloane with her head bent over my ripped shirt and a needle and thread in her hand.
“What would you do without my services?” she said, not looking up.
“Pay a lot of money for alterations and mending,” I said, sitting down next to her.
“You want to do anything? I was figuring you’d want to spend the day here. Pizza and movies? My treat?” Have I mentioned that Sloane is the best roommate ever?
I leaned my head on the couch and smiled.
“You’re my favorite.”
“I know.”
Hours later, we were both stuffing our faces with pizza and watching While You Were Sleeping. Every time we did movies, we had to pick a theme, and tonight was Sandra Bullock night. We’d already made our way through Practical Magic, Miss Congeniality and Speed. Next up was Hope Floats, and then if we could stay awake, The Blind Side. We liked to get a good variety of funny, romantic and tear-jerky.
My phone rang and it was my Dad, so I took it into the kitchen. Sloane didn’t mind when I talked during the movie, but I had no idea how long this call was going to last.
“Hey, Dad.” I was going to see him tomorrow for dinner, so it was a bit unusual that he was calling me and my mind went immediately to a dark place.