34. Playing Hooky
Jared
Iwake slowly, my eyes blinking open as the warm bundle in my arms shifts and a quiet hum of contentment fills the air. I focus on the bright red hair spilling across my chest, and memories of last night flash through my mind, making me smile.
I was so fucking turned on when she revealed that sexy little getup she was wearing, and my desire nearly drowned me when I discovered the lack of material in the crotch area. I’d been teasing her, calling her naughty, but her body’s reaction struck a new chord deep inside me.
She wanted to be punished.
After finding out she’d never engaged in any kind of spank play before, I knew I was going to keep it short and light, but I had no idea I’d get so worked up over one single slap that I’d have to quit and fuck her. Immediately.
Seeing my handprint on her gorgeous ass had been too good.
Kind of like waking up with her in my arms like this. If I’m not careful, I could get used to this. And as much as I like being with her, I don’t know her well enough to trust it fully, yet.
A little voice in my head whispers to me, telling me I could trust her if I allowed myself to. That she wouldn’t rip me apart the way––
No. Not going to think of her. Not with Sophie here. In my arms. In my bed.
I turn my head to look at the clock on my nightstand. My alarm is set to go off in two minutes. It will wake Sophie up, and we’ll both feel obligated to leave this bed. She’ll go home, and we’ll see each other again at the casino for another long day of work.
My mind rebels at the thought, so I reach over and turn the alarm off. Picking up my phone from where it sits on the nightstand, I turn off the secondary alarm I always set in case my clock malfunctions, then scroll through my contacts until I find the number I’m looking for.
I send a quick text to my VP of Casino Operations, Helen, and tell her Sophie and I will be off-site today. I ask her to send one of her staff over to cover Sophie’s desk to take messages and reroute any urgent calls to her. Helen’s always been an early-riser, and today is no different. I get a quick response assuring me the office will be well taken care of.
After shooting off a quick thanks, I set my phone back down and drape my arm back over Sophie. Her soft breathing quickly lulls me back to sleep, and I drift off with a smile on my lips.
“Oh, my God. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.”
Those harried words, accompanied by a couple of kicks to the shin as Sophie tries to disentangle herself from the sheets wakes me with a start, and I sit up, looking for smoke.
Because, obviously, the place is on fire.
Seeing no flames, nor smelling any smoke, I yawn and stretch as Sophie finally frees herself from the covers and leaps from the bed. I smirk as she looks left, then right while shaking her hands out in front of her.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, yawning again.
“It’s eight-thirty,” she answers like my question is the stupidest one she’s heard in her whole life.
Moving in a quick, fluid motion, I reach out and grab her. She yelps as I roll, carrying her with me until she’s on her back beneath me. Her legs shift apart to accommodate my hips, and she sighs as I nuzzle her neck.
“We’re playing hooky today,” I announce, lifting my head to look into her eyes.
“We are?” she asks, her lips turning up at the corners.
I nod. “I got us covered for the day. We’re free to do whatever we want.”
Her eyes widen and her lips part. “You told someone we were…together?”
I can’t tell if she’s shocked or appalled, but I don’t dwell on it. I refuse to let anything ruin this day. Even Sophie, herself.
“As far as the office is concerned, we’re working off-site today.”
I dip my head and graze my teeth over her nipple through the satin of her teddy, making her shift beneath me. Lifting my head again, I arch a brow at her.
“Is that okay with you?”
“Well, you’re not exactly playing fair,” she shoots back, lifting her hips to rub herself against my bare, hardening cock.