He was always warm in the morning, and the sleepiness in my body was quickly replaced by desire as he moved in and out of me, kissing my shoulders and muttering in my ear. We both came quickly, and when he was done, I was definitely awake.
“Good morning,” he said, and pulled out.
“Good morning to you too,” I said, rolling back over. My body was liquid and I didn’t feel like I had any bones. He was going to have to carry me into the shower and hold me up.
“Is this going to be one of those mornings when I have to make and then bring you breakfast, and turn the shower on for you?”
“Is this a day that ends in Y?” He grinned and went to put on his boxers. If I ever had to live by myself, I was probably going to starve. Both my parents were good cooks, and then I moved in with Sloane and now I had Lucah to make me breakfast every morning. I used to just grab something on my way to work, but Lucah said he worried about the state of my arteries from all the donuts. That made me glare at him and ask if that was a safe way of telling me I was fat. His response was to slap my ass and take me to bed and show me just how much he loved every inch of me.
Twenty minutes later, he brought a tray with scrambled eggs and salsa, toast, fresh fruit, a blueberry smoothie and a cup of green tea.
“I want to have your ginger babies.” He’d even put a little flower in a vase on it. I was terrible about plants and Sloane was worse, but Lucah had brought a few of them into the apartment when we’d moved in. He told me that since he moved so much, he could never really have plants, so he was happy to finally be in a place where he could. Who could say no to that?
“I don’t know if we’re quite ready for that yet, Miss Clarke. But I think you would be a beautiful mother.” Lucah had the power to completely liquefy my heart as well as the rest of my insides.
“You haven’t seen me with your nieces yet. Maybe I’ll be terrible with them.”
“I doubt that.”
Honestly, I hadn’t had very much experience with kids, and not just because I was an only child. I didn’t have a whole lot of relatives, or friends with kids. None of my close friends had them.
Like tended to hang with like, and a lot of the girls who had gotten married and started families young, I never felt I had much in common with. Nothing wrong with that, we were just different kinds of people. I didn’t want to have kids until I was at least thirty. Had to get my career on track first.
Lucah joined me in bed and we ate our breakfast. He’d done well getting me up this morning, so I was actually going to have time to shower and do my hair. Living with Lucah had definitely impacted my morning routine, because two of us needed to shower, two of us needed to brush our teeth, etc.
Sloane and I had different schedules, so we were almost never getting ready at the same time. I forgot sometimes that she wasn’t still living with me anymore. Plus, I was in a new apartment with a completely new vibe.
I was relieved that Lucah’s Spartan style at his other place was just a side effect of moving around a lot and not wanting to have anyone figure out his identity. His neat tendencies remained, however, which was wonderful. I never had to nag him about vacuuming or using coasters on the coffee table.
Yes, he was just about perfect.
I finished breakfast and Lucah dragged me to the shower and shoved me in. When I was finally done, I got out and we switched places. After blowing my hair straight, I stared in the mirror and did the same routine I did every day. The what-do-I-do-with-this-hair routine.
Lucah came into the bedroom while I was having my dilemma. He knew exactly what I was doing because I’d done it every other morning.
“Do you want me to do the little twists on the sides into the bun roll?” I was sure there was a more specific name for this style, but I didn’t know what it was, and neither did he.
Lucah twisted the sides of my hair back, almost like a braid, but with two sections instead of three. Then he gathered those in the back, flipped the end under and pinned it. Apparently, having nieces gave him skills in the hairstyle department. Not that I hadn’t done fine on my own, but he could do it more fancily than I could. It also felt really nice when he did it.
“Take a look.” He handed me a mirror so I could check out the back.
“Now I want to have your ginger babies even more. Thank you.” I kissed him and he dropped the towel, giving me a lovely view. He had a great ass. I smacked it as I walked by him to go get my second cup of coffee.
“Sexual harassment!” he yelled after me.
“We’re still at home, Mr. Blythe. And you asked for it by dropping your towel.” I sipped my coffee and waited. I sucked in a breath when he walked out in a dark navy suit, white shirt and a yellow tie. He had the little diamond stud in his ear and he’d tried to tame his hair, but it refused to be tamed. My man in a suit with the wild streak. Perfection.
“Shall we go to work, Miss Clarke?”
“You just earned yourself some knee time, Mr. Blythe.” Even though we weren’t just sharing nights anymore, I still joked sometimes about our arrangement.
“I will do that penance most happily this evening, Miss Clarke.” We kissed in front of my door, and again on the cab ride to work. Outside of the office, we got out and he squeezed my hand.
“See you tonight.” We would ride the elevator together, but it wasn’t the same. We weren’t just Rory and Lucah anymore, we were Miss Clarke and Mr. Blythe, work associates.
“See you tonight.” Our grip broke and the three feet of space stretched between us. He gazed at me and I gazed back as we rode the elevator with several other people. We didn’t work on the same floor anymore, so he got off one below me. I watched him walk away and smiled to myself, because I knew exactly what was under that fantastic suit, and it was even more fantastic than anyone could imagine. And it was all mine.
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