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Kingston
I feel something warm and soft press against me and reach out to squeeze it. I realize that my hand is on someone's breast and my eyes fly open. I see Skye lying there, staring at her phone. She turns her face to me with a small smile.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she says.
I blink rapidly for a couple of seconds as I remember the previous evening. "Hey. Morning," I say more gruffly than I intend.
Her green eyes shutter for a second, and then she blinks. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, you?" I realize then that I'm naked and she's naked and pressed up against me. I'm hard, and I feel it twitch against her thigh.
"I guess someone's happy to see me, even if you're not."
"What?" I blink at her.
"I mean, you don't look so happy to see me this morning." She grins. "Was I supposed to grab a cab and disappear before you woke up?"
"What are you talking about, Skye?" I say, shaking my head as I reach over and tug on her hair.
"What are you doing?" she asks.
"This," I say as I lean over and give her a quick kiss. She kisses me back eagerly and I squeeze her breast and play with her nipple. I could get used to waking up like this.
"What are you doing?" she says, mumbling as she pulls away from me, her eyes glittering.
"I was just giving you a morning greeting to let you know that I don’t regret last night. Do you?" My fingers trail down the valley between her breasts to her stomach. I can feel my dry cum on her.
She wrinkles her nose. "I need to shower."
"I guess we both need to shower," I say, staring at her lips. "Do you want to go in together?"
"Maybe in a little bit," she says, grinning. I frown when her eyes go back to her phone.
"What are you doing? Are you chatting with someone or…?"
"Are you nervous that I'm telling the girls at work that we banged?"
"No. And since when do you say banged?"
"Would you rather me say fucked, or would you rather me say, 'Guess what, girls? I made love to the Kingston Chase'?" I laugh slightly at her words.
"Ha, ha. Very funny. You're not really texting them, are you?"
"No. Why? Would that make you nervous?"
"Not really, no. I just?—"
"Don't worry. I'm not texting them." She shakes her head. "I'm actually looking at something."
"Okay, and what are you looking at?"
"I don't think you want to know," she says, laughing as she turns to me, holding the phone up above her head.
"Now, you have me curious. What are you looking at?"
"Something I want."
"Okay. What, for breakfast? An omelet or eggs Benedict or..."
