The throbbing pleasure and pressure of him deep inside me made me arch my back. Fenton's strong arms held me there as he rocked my hips against him. Then, he moaned and lay back, biting his lip to stop from going too fast. I leaned over him, my nipples tracing his chest as I slowly swept my hips back and forth. The friction and the building pressure took my breath away. Our lips panted together, the kisses open and interrupted by cries of pleasure.
I felt his hands lock on the curve of my back, Fenton spurring me to a faster rhythm, wanting me to ride him as the wave swept us both up and over a dizzying climax.
I fell against him, shuddering with the aftershocks of ecstasy. Fenton tucked me next to his body and wrapped the duvet around us both. He kissed my forehead and before I could smile, we both fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
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When I woke up, it was with a strange sense of déjà vu. From the white edges of my pillow, I could see the signs of a wild party. Furniture from the suite's living room was stacked against the far wall of the master bedroom, beer bottles and empty glasses were on every available surface, and streamers thrown out by the DJ were crushed into the white carpet.
My body was heavy and lan
guid, but not from a churning hangover. I smiled against my soft pillow and then turned my head. Fenton was fast asleep, his black hair tossed over his eyes, his stubble rasping against the pillowcase as he settled in deeper. We had come full circle from that first disastrous morning when I accidentally woke up in his bed.
I smothered a giggle as I reached for my phone, just as I had that first morning. It lay in the middle of the floor, dropped there as we had stumbled in the night before, tangled in our passion for each other. I was expecting my boss to call at any moment, and I did not want to disturb Fenton. I tried to slip out of bed and mute my phone, but it rang before I could reach it.
A shriek tore from my throat as an iron-banded arm snaked around my waist and hauled me back into bed.
"Let it go to voicemail," Fenton said. He buried his sleepy face in my hair and snuggled me down beside him. "You're not getting trying to sneak out again, are you? I seem to recall it didn't work that first time, either."
"Who says I wanted to sneak away?" I asked over my shoulder. I wriggled my backside against his warm body and Fenton moaned. "I just didn't want my phone to wake you up."
"You're right, that quiet ring was much more disturbing than you shrieking."
I turned over and slapped my pillow over his head. "That was your fault for grabbing me."
"Fine, go, turn your ringer off and come back to bed," he said.
He was irresistible with his black hair all tousled and his blue eyes a deeper, sleepy shade. I gave him a long, deep kiss before I slid out of bed. "I'll be right back."
I grabbed an oversized white robe from the bathroom and tied it around me before I snatched up the phone and slipped into the living room to check my voicemail. Instead of my boss, it was my real estate agent. He sounded panicked. I glanced back in the bedroom and Fenton was curled up sleeping again, so I called him back.
"There you are, wait, are you still out of town?" my real estate agent asked.
"Yes, why? Oh, no, I scheduled the inspection for today," I slapped a hand against my forehead. "I'm sorry, but I got hung up with work."
"Kya, you can't afford to forget about this place. It's perfect for a young, single executive like you. And, there's been another offer, a cash offer. I can do the inspection for you. We can close on this place by this afternoon," he said.
I could not breathe. The idea of losing the house was not what choked me, it was the house itself. Once I closed on it, I would be putting down roots in Chicago. What if I belonged somewhere else?
"I don't want to rush into anything," I said.
"This isn't something to wait on, they want to take the other deal," he said. "I've got to tell them something today."
I cleared my throat. "Then, tell them I'm out. The other people can have it. There will be other houses."
"Not in this neighborhood, not at this price. Remember the equity you can build with it?" My real estate agent started to panic.
"I'm just not ready. I'm sorry. We can talk more soon," I said. I felt bad, but I hung up the phone. My guilt was forgotten as soon as I caught sight of Fenton sitting up in bed. His black tattoos stood out against the white sheets and he rumpled his black hair while he yawned.
He pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and stood up. "I suppose you've got to be getting back to Chicago soon," he said.
I wondered how much of my phone conversation he had heard. "Maybe," I said.
"It'll be good, getting home, I bet. I mean, I'm happy you're here, but we both need to concentrate on work, stay focused. Right?" He stretched and headed for the bathroom without even looking at me.
"Work. Right," I said. I started to follow him, I needed to look in his eyes to understand what he was saying, but my phone rang. "Speaking of work, it's my boss."
Fenton waved me off and closed the bathroom door. I hesitated, but answered my boss' call.