Page 608 of Summer Heat
Mid-stretch, I bolt upright and nearly fall out of bed when it registers how much sunlight is filtering in through the windows.
“No, no, no...” A quick glance at the clock confirms that I’m going to be late for work. Again.
Shit! Of all the irresponsible—
I shuck off the comforter and race to find some clothes.
“Whoa. Hold on, sweetheart.”
Jason catches me around the waist and lifts me clear off the floor, chuckling when my feet continue to pedal in the air like a cartoon character. “As much as I love seeing you running around naked—and I really do—you don’t have to panic, you’re not late for work.”
“But—”
“I rescheduled our meeting with the engineer to this afternoon and asked Jack to handle the men for us until lunch.”
He smiles and kisses me behind the ear as he adds, “Figured you and I could take a morning off for once. Since I know neither of us has actually done that before, I thought it’d be nice for us to try it together.”
I blink up at him, certain that I misheard him. “You want us to play hooky for the morning?”
“Sounds even better when you say it.” He gently tosses me back onto the bed and covers my body with his…which I’m only now noticing is clad only in a towel.
Such a good look for the man.
Before we can start all the hooky having fun, however, the email alert on my phone chimes.
“It can wait a few hours,” he says.
If only I could let it go that easily. “Trust me, Jason. If I don’t answer now, I’ll be imagining every possible worst-case scenario the entire time, regardless of how well you distract me.”
“Hmm, that sounds a whole lot like a challenge.” His eyes light up like I just told him Christmas is coming early this year before he grabs my phone off the nightstand and quickly burrows under the covers, dragging me along with him.
Well, the lower half of me, at least.
“Jason, what are you—Oh!”
I feel him part my legs and then prop my phone up against the inside of my knee as he murmurs against my pussy, “Remember how you told me the other night that you thought I was a master multi-tasker?”
Does he really expect me to answer right now?
“Um…” That’s the best I can do. Impressive, considering he has two fingers sliding in and out of me at the moment.
“Since you’re worried about work,” he says from somewhere deep between my legs, “I’m going to eat your pussy and read you your email at the same time. All you have to do—” he sucks my clit into his mouth— “is not come.”
When my hips buck, I feel his smile against my inner thigh. “If you continue to move around this much, I’m afraid I won’t be able to read you your—”
He halts. And then pushes the covers back to give me a turbulent, unreadable look.
Having been pretty darn close to what I’m pretty sure is the first of many orgasms this morning, my brain is way too fuzzy to process why he stopped.
I sober in an instant, however, when I see what he’s looking at.
“Oh, my god.” My cheeks go up in flames and I make a lunge for my phone. “Don’t look at that.”
Even more storm clouds roll across his features. But still, he doesn’t say a word. He simply holds my phone out of my reach and stares at me in
tently.
“Jason, please don’t look at that.”
