For The Love Of Sir (Doms of Decadence 3)
Tara clenched around him almost immediately as she found her release. Her pussy pulsing around him sent him over into deep bliss.
Chapter Nine
Tara blew her nose as she peered through the peephole in her door. She quickly unlocked it when she saw Alex standing there. She opened the door, staring at him as he looked at her in concern. He was carrying two plastic bags in his hand.
“Didn’t you get my message?” she asked with a sniffle. She’d left a message on his cell phone that she was ill and couldn’t see him tonight.
“I did,” he said, coming in and closing the door behind him. She locked it then followed him into the living area. “You sounded awful on the phone and you look even worse in person.”
“Well, thanks,” she said dryly.
“Sit.” He pointed at the sofa.
She sat.
“Alex, what are you doing here? I’m not exactly in the mood and you could catch my cold…” she trailed off as he turned and glared at her fiercely.
“Do you honestly think I’m here for sex?” His voice was low, cold and for a long moment she couldn’t reply.
“Umm, no? Sorry?” she managed to squeak out.
He nodded. He started pulling things out of the bags. Cough syrup, cold medicine, a carton of chicken soup.
“I stopped at the drug store and got you a few things and some soup for you to eat. I’ll get out of your way now.”
He actually sounded hurt. Tara quickly grabbed his hand.
“Alex, I’m sorry. Really, I am. I’m not feeling well, I’m grumpy, and I took it out on you. Please forgive me.”
He walked away and she thought he was leaving. But instead he moved into the bedroom and returned with a blanket.
“Put your feet up,” he told her.
She swung her legs around and he arranged the blanket over her.
“I’ll get you some water for that medicine and then you can have the soup and go to bed, young lady.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
After she’d taken the medicine and had enough of the soup to satisfy Alex, she snuggled back on the couch.
“Alex?” she said.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Thank you. I can’t remember the last time someone brought me soup when I was sick.”
“You???re welcome,” he told her, placing his hand over her forehead. “You feel a bit warm.”
“I’m fine,” she said with a yawn, her eyes closing.
Suddenly, she found herself airborne and she clutched at his shoulders.
“What?” she said, looking around in fright.
“You fell asleep and you’ll be a lot more comfortable in your bed.”
“Oh. Will you stay with me tonight?” she asked as he placed her on the bed.