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Lance
I’m notjusta pretty face. I can see that Isla needs this, needs me to take control and wring every last possible orgasm from her so she knows she’s not in this alone. And that I’m fine with her decision.
Besides, I’ve got plans. Couldn’t tell you what they are right now. My brain went on holiday the instant Isla clamped down on my cock like she never means to let go. I’m good with that, I think. Except the pressure… dear God. With a roar, I cum deep inside her. Endlessly until my cock is spent. Isla makes these little moans of encouragement that has me redoubling my efforts to spend into her. When I finally pull out of her dripping pussy, I cradle Isla to me as I collapse down onto the mattress.
No covers. Damn. Give me a minute.
When I wake up, Isla is smirking at me from the small table by the window and I’m covered in the duvet I’d previously swept to the floor.
“How long have I been out?” I mutter, swiping a hand over my face.
“Not long. Maybe forty-five minutes. You wore yourself out there, Boss.”
I roll my eyes at her. “Not your boss anymore, baby.”
Isla grins. “Then why were you issuing so many orders?”
I start to answer and then give up, closing my eyes with a groan. “How come you’re so bright eyed and chirpy?”
“Hmm, maybe because my boyfriend wore himself out giving me orgasms? And that meant my body relaxed so my mind could get busy.”
I open one eye. “Point of order there, cupcake. Yourfiancéwore himself out. You’re not allowed to have boyfriends.”
Her grin widens as she gets up and sits down on the edge of the bed. “Is that so? What about book boyfriends?” She trails a finger seductively down the center of my chest. I grab it and bring it to my lips.
“Stay away from them, too. I’m getting old and can’t be held to their gymnastics standards.”
Isla leans down to kiss me softly. She’s so sweet and her mouth tastes like vanilla cream. I tug her down and roll her under me. Unfortunately, the duvet comes too, so I can’t touch nearly as much as I’d like.
“What was your brain working on, Isla?” I ask out of the blue, my own gray matter finally catching up.
Isla looks away with a small smile. “Trying to see if there are any book clubs down here like yours.”
I snort at that. “Unlikely. And don’t worry about it. I got my girl. I’d rather work on keeping her than reading more books.”
Isla frowns. “I still don’t like that you’re leaving all your support structures behind. Maybe you should…”
No. I stop this nonsense with a fierce kiss. “The only support structure I need is lying under me, Isla. And I’m not referring to the mattress. Go to sleep, baby. Your surprise will be waiting for you in the morning.”
“Then you had better unroll this burrito you created,” she mutters while I set about untangling us and tuck her in against my side.
13
Isla
That delicious smell is back. It drags me from a very enjoyable dream about Lance and entices me to open my eyes.
Lance is sitting at the table with a carafe of coffee and — muffins? My eyes narrow while my nose demands a deep whiff. “You found Muffin Girl, down here? But…” My brain stutters on the implications. Lance just shakes his head with a small smile.
“Isla, baby. Muffin Girl is right where she’s meant to be — in my bed. Well, technically, it’s your bed, but the point is it’s you. The little detail Black got wrong is that I’m the one that’s supposed to make the muffins.”
He brings one over to me and waves it under my nose. I grab it before he can move away and take a bite. An orgasmic moan erupts before I can stop it. “You made this?” I eye the muffin and then Lance with disbelief.
He smirks. “I did. Yesterday. That’s why I was a few minutes late. The desk clerk allowed me to warm them up in the kitchenandlet me steal a full pot of coffee.”
I cram the muffin into my mouth and stare at the remaining ones on the plate near Lance. I need coffee. I fling the covers back and look around for my robe, but someone has made offwith it. I narrow my eyes at Lance one more time and stroll over, naked and desperate. For coffee, not him. Not yet anyway.
I grab another muffin. “You seriously made this?”
