Page 62 of Miss Fortune

The large room boasted an upholstered king-sized bed with a headboard in—you guessed it—black. At least the bedspread was a dark navy. Walking beyond the room, I stepped inside his master bath and gasped. Gorgeous white marble, chrome fixtures, and the largest steam shower I’d ever seen.

“The shower is my second favorite thing about this house.”

“What’s the first?”

“You being here.”

For some guys, this might have come off as a line, but for him, the delivery was sincere to the point of looking uncomfortable, as if he wasn’t sure how I’d react.

I grinned, stepping closer so I could put my hands on his chest.

“I’m sorry I got weird about you coming up here alone. It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone in my house.”

There was a touch of vulnerability there. In an attempt to put him at ease, I tipped up my head for a kiss. “It’s fine.”

Lips met mine for a soft peck.

“You okay with a cold dinner?”

“Hi, have we met? Change of plans is practically my middle name. The question is whether you are?” Routine appeared more than a habit for him, judging by how panicked he seemed to get when anything deviated from it.

“I’m not exactly known for being flexible.”

My hands dove under his shirt to find the warmth of his skin. “Sometimes the best things happen when you don’t follow the plan.”

He hissed when my hand worked under his waistband and found his erection.

“I can’t possibly argue with that kind of logic.”

“Good.” I unbuckled his belt and took down his shorts like it was my mission. Next came his boxers.

He appeared taken aback when I dropped to my knees. I enjoyed putting that expression on his face. The look which said maybe a change in plans is just what I needed.

After licking his crown, I teased it for a moment before swallowing him whole to the back of my throat.

“Christ, Daisy.”

To hear him taken off guard was music to my ears. “Mmm,” I hummed, using my tongue to lubricate him while I gripped his base and started a rhythm with my mouth. After teasing the crown and mouthing the head, I took him deeper, forcing myself to breathe through my nose and relaxing my throat all the way. Gripping his impressively muscled ass, I bobbed on his length for a moment before realizing he was hesitating.

“Grab my hair and show me how you want it.” Which kind of came out garbled because— you know—cock in my mouth.

But he complied by sinking his fingers into my hair and pushing himself further into my mouth. “You’re gonna make me come.”

The fact he was considerate enough to warn me made me desire him even more. And when the first drop of saltiness hit my tongue, I found myself greedy for the taste. Greedy to swallow it all down. I capped it off with a slow lick from his base to the tip to ensure I got every last drop.

I glanced up to see his shocked face.

“Maybe we need to go off-plan more often.”

My grin couldn’t be helped as he assisted me to a standing position. “I’m going to remember you said that.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Caleb

Because I was a late bloomer with limited social skills, my first sexual encounter, in college, had been clumsy. Then, like anything else I hoped to master, I’d studied. This wasn’t something I’d admit to a partner, but frankly, you couldn’t hope to make a woman come with your tongue if you didn’t know where to put it. Although I’d enjoyed sex over the years, I’d never associated it with being playful or comfortable. Yet with Daisy, it was both.

“It’s a good thing you won’t be in the office on Monday,” I murmured loving the way she was curled into my body. Both of us remained naked in my bed, snuggling after the incredible blow job she’d given me followed by the two orgasms I’d lavished on her in return with my mouth.