“Yeah.” And I really didn’t have time for this. Not now. “What’s going on? Why did she call?”

“Don’t know. Let me ask.”

He started to when another voice sounded behind me effectively causing me to push off the wall. It was like a knee jerk reaction and surprised the hell out of me, how incredibly aware I already was to her.

Her voice.

“Ramses, you up?”

And then Bri’s fingers, petite when they curled around the door. She pushed her face and shoulders through as well, and I almost damn near dropped the phone where I stood at the sight of bare shoulders.

Smooth, buttery, the tops peeked above her silk robe, completely exposing her neck and a place I spent a fair amount of time on last night. I’d tasted every inch of this woman in the past few hours. Pussy was like my favorite fucking thing, but I’d spent more time buried in this woman’s neck than anything else. In her hair and that sea of raven black I was pretty sure existed just to completely tease my shit. She had it all up and wild-like this morning, a face fresh and clear and clean of any make up. She was, in a word, gorgeous, and that beauty mark above her lip only put my focus more on her mouth. She held a perfect pout to that cupid’s bow, incredibly sexy and knowing just a tug of her belt graced me more than a flash of her mouthwatering tits…

Phone hanging from my fingers at this point, voices I knew were either Prinze’s or December’s chattering in the air. I had no idea if he was still asking her about what she wanted or what, but rather than find out, I turned off the phone, placing it on the vanity table.

I hadn’t even thought about it.

Instead, I tugged Brielle in the room, summoning her smokey laugh and basically triggering the urge to blow my load in my boxers.

“What are you doing in here, Midwestern boy?” she crooned, clearly missing the fact I’d been on a call seconds ago when she dropped her arms across my shoulders. And also, we both had nicknames now? Cute. “I’m trying to make you breakfast.”

So fucking hot, my hands undoing her robe. I didn’t stop until I placed my hands on her bare hips. She was completely naked under this thing. Goddamn.

“I heard,” I said, dropping to my knees. I smelled her sex before my kneecaps even hit the floor, her perfect pussy untamed besides a slight shaping to her tiny curls. I wasn’t really big on women doing too much work down there. I liked it all, liked it natural.

I placed a hand between her legs, touching a kiss to her mound which effectively got me a quiver to her honey-toned thighs. This woman did taste like honey everywhere. “God, if I can’t stop tasting you.”

And God, if she didn’t want me anywhere else. Her legs easily parting for my fingers and lips. Her fingers buried into my scalp and the mess of curls I had lazily dragging over my brows. I’d let them get too long over the summer. A nightmare to tame even on the days I had patience for it. I was about ninety percent sure I had a halo of them over my head, but Bri didn’t seem to mind them, and really, I did nearly blow my load when she tugged me back by them to look up at her.

“You’re being bad,” she said, and without warning, threw a thigh over my shoulder. Her clit glistened in front of me, completely drenched, but when I growled in for a taste, she held me away from her. She was teasing me, being bad herself. “I told you. I’m trying to cook for you.”

Yeah, she definitely liked control. But as I was a fan of that too, I eased her leg off my shoulder, spreading her wide. I had all I needed to eat right here.

I fucking showed her, latching onto her like a man deprived. She cursed above me, still fighting me when she added a hand to my scalp. She yanked—hard—at my curls, but my only response was to roar, pining her thighs down and sucking her lower lips into my mouth.

“Fuck, Ramses.”

The sound of her giving in, giving in to me, and what a glorious one it was.

Her nails dug deep into my scalp now, guiding me on to the task as she rocked her hips in the direction of my tongue. This was still her trying to take control, and I gathered the back of her thighs, slowing down her ministrations.

“Slow down, Jersey girl.” She was going to enjoy this, and she was going to let me give it to her. I blew heat over her sex. “Slow, let me have this.”

I didn’t know if she’d listen. So stubborn, so imagine my surprise when the tension left her legs and her back eased against the wall. I stared up, and she had a tit out, perfectly beaded and hanging heavy above me.

I fisted it, guiding her clit into my mouth as I made her ride my face. I grabbed her ass, flesh hot and pinched between the spaces of my fingers.

“Oh, hell,” she gasped. “I’m going to come.”

Hell indeed, and I was going to get her there, Bri on the tips of her perfect little toes. There wasn’t much about this woman that wasn’t.

She gushed into my mouth like a river, crushing through brick walls as she came. I hoovered in every drop, and she let me, to her mouth in the next second when I trapped her against the wall and made her taste herself.

Her moan between my biceps jerked my cock, the girth probing above her tummy. The fact I completely dwarfed this girl turned me the hell on like nothing else, but even cradling her face, I couldn’t deny a buzz sounding from within the room. My phone was ringing.

It probably hadn’t stopped.

I didn’t think Bri noticed since I’d been distracting her. Not on purpose, and honestly, she’d distracted me too. It hadn’t been until I made her come and had her juices in my mouth I’d been pulled back into reality.

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