The Good One (The Ones)

Chapter twelve

Kasey

Iwakethenext morning naked and wrapped in Donovan’s arms. Holy shit, we’ve only been asleep for a couple of hours. That man has the kind of stamina you only read about in books. Sweet Jesus, the things he did to my body last night are putting the biggest smile on my face and butterflies in my stomach this morning. Have two people ever had the intense chemistry we had last night? I highly doubt it. The room smells like us and I still have his taste on my tongue. I was thoroughly fucked last night and am thoroughly satisfied this morning. I giggle at myself. I did say I needed some great sex and, boy, I sure got it. Donovan stirs next to me, moving his hand from around my waist to my breast, and rubs my nipple lazily with his thumb as he buries his face in my hair.

“Mmm, you smell like me,” he says.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Can’t you tell?” he asks, pushing his erection against my ass.

“How can you be ready again?” I laugh, turning to face him. His hand moves from my breast to my ass, rubbing my backside as he pulls my thigh over his hip. We’re lying face to face now, gently kissing and exploring each other’s mouths slowly on a Sunday morning. His hand moves from my ass to my entrance, where he gently rubs back and forth.

“Are you too sore for me, baby?” he asks between kisses. As sore as I may be, I don’t think I would ever be too sore to take him again. I’m just as insatiable as Donovan, and he has no problem keeping up. I reach between us and stroke his cock, feeling it get even harder under my touch.

“I think I could be persuaded.” I look in his eyes and he’s watching the way I’m stoking him. He loves to watch the pleasure we give each other.

“Yeah?” he asks, reaching over to his nightstand and grabbing a condom. I take it from him and open the wrapper with my teeth, using my other hand to roll it onto his shaft. I’m already open to him, so I slip him inside of me.

“Yes,” I breathe. Our movements are sleepy and deep. The perfect Sunday morning sex. Not rushed or frantic, but enjoying the feel of our bodies moving against one another, slow and deep. So fucking deep. Even though he’s being gentle with me this morning, my orgasm builds just as quickly and intensely as every other time we came together last night. One of Donovan’s hands is stroking my clit while his other hand tangles in the back of my hair.

“I’m right there, baby, come with me.” Our foreheads are pressed together and our mouths are open, breathing each other’s air. We come at the same time, panting and kissing as we slow our movements. A sated smile plays across his lips as he pulls out and takes the condom off, throwing it in the small wastebasket next to his bed. He ended up bringing it out from his bathroom last night so he wouldn’t have to get up every time we used one. And we used several. Rolling onto his back, he pulls me close to him for some afterglow cuddle. I’m falling back to sleep with Donovan slowly stroking my arm.

“Sleep, baby,” he says, kissing the top of my head. We’re in our own little cocoon of sex and satisfaction. This is absolute bliss, I think as I fall asleep in his arms again.

We wake a few hours later, famished, but for food this time.

“I’ll make breakfast,” Donovan says, getting up to pull some sweats on.

“I would argue, but I’m so hungry I can barely think straight.” I stretch out in his giant bed.

“Oh, and here I thought all the orgasms would have been the reason you’re having a hard time thinking straight. I must not be doing my job then.” Yeah, right. He goes above and beyond in that department.

“Need another ego stroke?” I ask with a raised eyebrow. He just laughs and leans in to kiss me.

“That mouth.” He lands a smack on my ass before turning to leave. I lie in bed and think for about the millionth time, how the hell did I get here? I’m certainly not going to question it too deeply right now. Just enjoy it and enjoy him.

I walk into the kitchen wearing his shirt from last night again. He turns and eyes me while he whisks some eggs.

“You know what it does to me to see you in my shirt. Are you trying to get fingered in the kitchen again?” He talks about my mouth? Donovan’s dirty talk is on point, and I love it. I slip on the stool. Yeah, that stool.

“Food first, then we’ll see what comes next. Hopefully me again,” I tell him with a sexy little grin. He chuckles and shakes his head a little. Donovan makes us some scrambled eggs and toast, placing the plate in front of me.

“Eat and then we’ll get to what comes next.” He winks at me as I start to eat the eggs.

“I didn’t know you were a cook,” I say. He shovels eggs and toast in his mouth like he hasn’t eaten in ages. Guess I wasn’t the only one starving.

“I have to be. I’m sure my mom wouldn’t mind sending food over for me every day since I don’t have a full-time cook, but I’m not home much, so it would just go to waste. I like to cook when I am home, though. It’s the cleaning I hate.” He laughs.

“I’m not a big fan of any of it,” I tell him. Hopefully, he isn’t expecting a home-cooked meal any time soon.

“How about I do the cooking and cleaning and you do the orgasm taking?”

I laugh at his suggestion. “I think I can handle that.”

We take a shower together where I do some of that orgasm taking he was offering. Not a bad deal if I do say so myself.

I would love to stay in bed all day and collect orgasms from Donovan, but we both have a work week ahead of us and I told my mom I would come over for dinner tonight. Donovan has to meet with his team to go over plans for the campaign stops he’s doing this week. Of course, I didn’t bring a change of clothes with me because I wasn’t sure this was where I would end up when I left my apartment on Saturday. He offers me some sweats and a T-shirt so I don’t have to do the walk of shame in last night’s dress.

“I love seeing you in my clothes,” he tells me as we’re on the way down to the lobby in the elevator.

“That’s such a man thing to say.” I laugh.

“Well, I think I proved my manhood last night. And this morning.” He pulls me into his arms and kisses me deeply. I hate to leave, but life calls. We walk through the lobby where he has his driver waiting for me. The same one who drove me home after the interview. Great, he probably thinks I’m a total hussy, knowing that I just met Donovan less than a week ago. Whatever, after the night we had, I doubt anything could take the smile off my face. I turn to face Donovan after he opens the door for me.

“I had a great time last night,” I tell him. God, that sounds so cliché.

“Me too, beautiful.” He slips an arm around me and lays a soft kiss on my lips.

“I’m on the road this week, but can I see you when I get back?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. I might be doing my nails, maybe washing my hair. My mother always told me not to be too available to a boy,” I tell him, batting my eyelashes at him with a coy smile.

“I think we’ve moved well past that stage. What if I promise more orgasms? Does that trump doing your nails?” He circles both arms around me on the street for anyone to see as he smiles at me.

“Well, I suppose.” He kisses me quickly on the mouth.

“That fucking mouth of yours,” he says, laughing. I get in the car and he closes the door for me. As I’m driving away, I can’t keep the stupid grin off my face. I guess multiple orgasms will do that to a girl.

When I get home, I collapse on my couch and call Abigail immediately before even changing out of Donovan’s clothes. She answers the phone right away, knowing I had a date with Donovan last night, not bothering with a hello.