Chapter 8
Idrewtoa halt at the entrance of the kitchen when I saw the medium-height woman with her hair caught in her signature bun at the back of her head. After the way Liam had described her to me, even before we met, I’d expected a heavy-set woman who wasn’t exactly easy on the eyes, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Maggie was bigger than me, yes, but then it didn’t take much to accomplish that. She was in her mid-forties, with honey-blond hair that would look amazing if she ever let it down. The woman moved like someone with purpose, and whenever she was around, I felt inadequate. Like I wasn’t taking enough care of Sully.
She made me feel like a terrible boyfriend.
I inhaled deeply and let out the breath. “Good morning, Maggie.” I kept my smile firmly in place as I swept into the kitchen. “Are you making breakfast?”
Her face was the blank slate I’d come to know since the day we’d met. “Yes. Is something wrong? Mr. Matthews isn’t home today?”
“He is, but the thing is, I was kind of hoping that I’d make him breakfast this morning.”
“But I always make Mr. Matthews’s breakfast.”
“I know, but I’m trying to be a little romantic and bring him breakfast in bed. It feels like cheating if I don’t actually make the breakfast myself.”
She fell silent for a few seconds, then stepped away from the stove. “Very well. If you need assistance with anything, please let me know.”
She was so damn formal. Would it kill her to loosen up a bit? We weren’t in medieval times where a maid couldn’t look at her master and had to use sir all the time.
I went over to the fridge and took out what I needed to make Sully breakfast. When I’d slipped out of bed, he hadn’t even moved. The poor man was probably all tuckered out from last night. My ass still throbbed gently from how many rounds we’d managed.
Less than half an hour later, I had waffles I’d heated up from a box, eggs, crispy bacon that was a little burned but not very obvious, and some strawberries set aside on a tray. While the coffee was percolating, I made my way back upstairs.
Sully was still sleeping, lying on his back with an arm flung over his face and another stretched out to my side of the bed as though reaching out for me. I watched him for a few seconds. When something brushed against my ankle, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Cinnamon rubbed against me.
I stooped and scratched between her ears. She purred and pushed herself closer. I chuckled.
“That’s enough. I’ll play with you later. Promise.”
I shooed her out of the bedroom and closed the door gently. Sully loved our cats but claimed they creeped him out when they sat watching us while we had sex. I climbed up on the bed and ducked under the sheets. He was still naked from last night.
Although his dick was limp, I took up the challenge and settled myself between his legs. He widened his thighs, but his breathing hadn’t changed at all. I licked the head of his dick, then sucked it into my mouth. It didn’t take long for him to start to harden.
Sully groaned and shifted, spreading his legs even wider. His hand came down on my head, and he held me down as he punched up lazily. His thrusts were shallow and halfhearted, but as I moved over him and swallowed around his dick, his hips jerked.
A hand shoved the sheet from my head, and Sully sat halfway up, balancing on his elbows as he watched me go to town on his cock. I ran a hand up his thighs and chest and thumbed his tight nipples, rubbing them hard. His head rolled back, and he gasped.
“Kit,” he moaned. “Come here, baby. Let me kiss you.”
He lay back against the pillows and, with hands tucked into my armpits, pulled me on top of him. He shoved his hands into the waistband of my shorts and squeezed my ass so hard I squirmed.
“Who said you could put clothes on?” he asked me.
I nibbled on his bottom lip. “You want to turn me into a nudist?”
“Fuck, yes. You have a sexy little body I wouldn’t mind seeing naked all day.”
“You’d have easy access to me anytime,” I teased.
He groaned, but instead of kissing my lips like I thought he wanted, he sucked on my neck, licking and fucking up my skin with his bites. I gasped when he bit me too hard. His tongue soothed the sting.
“Sully, what are you doing?” I moaned.
“I want to mark you everywhere. Make every inch of you mine.”
Oh god, when he bit me like that, I couldn’t think.