But back to sucking cock.
I firmed my lips and worked them up and down, taking turns to flick across his cockhead with my tongue. With my hand below keeping up the rhythm, he started pulsing in no time. Seemed his whole body tensed and the way he said my name, like it was something holy. It was very nice to hear. Finally his dick jerked, cum flooding the back of my throat. I swallowed it down fast, easing up on my attentions as he slowly came down.
“Okay?” I asked, stroking his thighs and flat stomach.
In response, he grabbed me beneath the arms and dragged me up onto his chest. Then he held me tight, his heavy breaths ruffling the hair on top of my head. Fingers dug into the sides of my spine, massaging up and down its length. Finally, he lifted my hair and rubbed the back of my neck. Magic fingers worked my muscles into mush. The man had many talents.
“Good morning, sweetness,” he said, voice husky.
I kissed his pec. “Morning.”
Which was when someone started hammering on the damn front door.
“Why does God hate me?” I mock cried.
“I’ll get it.” He carefully rolled me onto the mattress then jumped off, pulling on jeans before going in search of his T-shirt. Probably it lay somewhere in the hall where he’d abandoned it last night.
I followed my bodyguard boyfriend somewhat more slowly, pulling on a blue silk robe. Probably time I got busy with the bacon and eggs. Lord knows, my stomach was growling. We’d worked off some serious calories through the night. Ziggy gave me an even better workout than Kwana. God bless him.
Familiar female voices came from the living room.
“I’ll just put it over on the counter,” said Lena. “No need to wake her up.”
“Yes, Mrs. Ferris.”
“The croissants can just be warmed up a little in the oven if she likes.” That was Ev. “Oh, we should pop the juice in the fridge.”
“Good idea,” said Lena.
“Hey.” I raised my hand in greeting. “What’s all this?”
Lena rushed toward me, giving me a fierce hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay. Thank goodness Ziggy was there to stop that lunatic from hurting you.”
“I’m fine.” I patted her on the back. “Really. He’s the one that got hurt. Hi, Ev. Thank you so much for all this, you guys. Is this all from your café?”
Ev smiled, a takeout coffee in hand. “It is. And it’s the least we can do after everything you’ve been through. I’m so glad you’re okay.”
Ziggy stood near the closed door, T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers in place. Along with his professional face. He stood straight and tall, hand hanging loose by his side. No one would suspect a thing. Surely. Not that I was embarrassed by my new relationship with Ziggy. But I wasn’t sure when and how he wanted it to become public knowledge. But also, when something was this new, you kind of wanted to just enjoy it privately for a while.
The phone rang, the little button for reception lighting up. Ziggy answered it in a low voice before putting a hand over the receiver.
“What is it?” I asked.
Something in his jaw jumped. “Your ex is downstairs.”
“My ex?”
His nod was a sharp jerk.
“Huh.” I pondered the situation for all of half a second. It was tempting to send him on his way without giving him a minute of my time. That’s probably what he deserved, but still… “Ask them to send him up please.”
He paused, quickly burying whatever he felt about the situation. “Whatever you want, Miss Cooper.”
Oh yeah. This morning was going just great. But fuck it, it was time to face my demons.
Lena stepped back with a worried frown on her face. “Do you want us to go, or…”
“No. It’s fine,” I decided. “This shouldn’t take long.”