“Mm, yeah. Don't stop, don't stop.” I shift my hips up and down, fucking his face as he works my body.
The thin thread that's holding me together snaps in half as the orgasm rushes through my body. I crumble in his hands. My legs fall open and my stomach is quivering as the pleasure pulses through every ounce of my being.
My toes curl, my fingers flex, and my heart is beating like a drum. There's a light sweat on my forehead, and a numbness begins to fill my muscles.
“Holy shit,” I say with an exhale. “Wow. That was—”
“Delicious,” he says.
“Amazing,” I say with a smile.
Monroe rises to his feet and bends down to get my clothes. “It's my turn next time.” He hands me my stuff and helps me down off the counter. “Looks like we need to clean the counter again.”
“Yeah, I'll take care of it.”
“Don't worry about it. Go home, get some well-earned rest. I'll clean it up.”
“Are you sure? I don't mind.”
“But you cooked, I'm the one who ate.” He winks as he wipes away what's left of my pussy on his face, and licks his fingers clean. “Besides, tomorrow I need you to help me with something. So, I need you here a little earlier than usual. Can you do that?”
“Sure. What do you need me for?”
“It's a surprise.”
“What kind of surprise?”
“One that involves food.” He chuckles as he grabs the paper towels and the cleaning spray. “Go on, get out of here before I decide to fuck you again.”
“That wouldn't be a bad thing.” I give him a playful smile.
“It will be if we're here until the morning again. I need you well rested for tomorrow.”
I grab my stuff and give him another smile before I leave. My face is still flushed, and the orgasm is still living and breathing inside me. My muscles are buzzing and my pussy is still throbbing.
This man does things to me no man ever has. I've never been so willing to give myself to someone before.
Monroe makes it easy. I don't even have to think about it.
I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not. But for now, I'm just going to go with it.
Who says work and play can't go hand in hand?
Because it certainly does feel damn good.
6
Monroe
I flip the tablecloth over the table and let it fall flawlessly into place. No wrinkle in sight and even all the way around, just how I like it. I still got it, I think to myself as I take a step back and smile. I haven't set a table in years because I have staff that do it for me.
But it wasn't always this way. I didn't just wake up one day and become this man. I worked for it. I worked my ass off to get here. And I'll keep working my ass off because perfection doesn't exist. There's always room to grow. Room to learn. Room to do better.
That's one of things I like about Arisa. Her willingness to learn, to listen, to try something new. I glance at my watch, it's seven thirty in the morning and Arisa will be here in a few minutes. I'm excited, even if it's hard to admit that to myself.
I've never been excited for anyone in my life. My world has always revolved around a restaurant, my father's and then my own. There's never been much time to devote to a girl, which is why no relationship has ever lasted more than a month or two.
And then Arisa walked into my kitchen. Her lips are juicy, plump, and so fucking kissable. Her golden blonde hair is silky and the perfect length to wrap up tight in my fist. Her pale skin is covered with freckles. I want to lick every single one, drawing constellations with the tip of my tongue. She's thick and curvy, her body so perfect I could ride her for days. And her eyes are amazing. They're a color I've never seen before, gray with blue speckles. She's fucking gorgeous.
The front door opens, and her smile brightens the room instantly. “Morning,” she says.
“Good morning,” I say back as I curl my fingers over the back of the chair in front of me. “You're right on time.”
“I'm here like you asked, but you still haven't told me why.”
“You sound curious.”
“Of course,” she says with a giggle.
Her fucking giggle makes my dick jerk in my pants. “Good.”
Arisa's eyes flick back and forth between mine as she's quiet for a moment. “So, are you going to tell me why I'm here so early? Or am I going to have to guess?”
I tilt my head and grin. “Come sit,” I say, holding out my arm toward the chair. She walks over slowly, one leg crossing over the other as if she's walking on a tight rope. I can see the wonder in her eyes. “Don't worry, this isn't some kind of trick.” I pull the chair out and jerk my head for her to come closer.