“Dammit, West. I need to come.”
I winked, sucked hard, then let him push to the back of my throat and kept him there while I swallowed. He shouted and came and I pulled back only when my eyes started to water and the edges of my vision dimmed. The last splash landed on my painfully swollen lips, and I reached up to wipe it away, but Monroe practically fell on top of me, pushing me to the floor and kissing me senseless.
I grinned sloppily at him, and he just stared down at me and breathed.
“Holy shit. You can do that any time.”
I laughed. “You’re welcome.”
“Jesus, I can’t remember the last time I came like that.” He wiped a shaky hand over his brow. “Give me a minute and I’ll return the favor.”
“Nope. We’re going to lunch, remember?” I had to laugh at his confused look. I leaned in and whispered, “Here’s a secret about me. I like being hard. I like the anticipation to build. I like being turned on for a long time, until I feel like I’m about to explode.”
His gaze went impossibly darker. “You shouldn’t have told me that. I will absolutely use that against you.”
“Oh, I certainly hope so.”
Monroe blew out a long breath, then pushed himself up. He awkwardly rolled over and wiggled to lean against the door because he hadn’t bothered to straighten and pull up his pants. He sat there, cock hanging out, breathing hard. Then he held out a hand, and when I took it, he tugged me until I was settled into his lap. I didn’t exactly fit, but neither of us cared.
He gripped me possessively, and I settled into his embrace. When his hand landed on my crotch, I widened my thighs. He rubbed downward, his fingers caressing my taint, then back up to settle on my bulge. And he just held me in his hand. As though he was silently reminding us both I was hard, and I was going to stay that way. I loved it.
“Where do you want to go to lunch?”
I barked out a laugh at his nonchalant tone. That he was so easily accepting of my one kink made my insides warm. There’d been men in my past who just couldn’t understand it, and even a few who thought I was playing some sort of game. And not the good kind of game, but rather trying to get something or play hard to get. But Monroe understood and he was going with it.
If I hadn’t already thought he was worth dating, that would have sealed the deal.
“I’m easy,” I said, and Monroe chuckled at my unintentional double entendre. I ignored that. “Whatever you’re feeling like.”
“Then I think we hit Swansie’s for lunch. And then you come to my house for dinner after work.” Monroe slid me off his lap, stood, righted his pants, then helped me up. “And give me your number. Because I’m going to have to check in all afternoon to make sure you’re still hard for me.”
I moaned, which turned into a whine when he reached out and patted my bulge. Thank god I was wearing jeans so it was mostly contained, or else I wouldn’t have been able to go out in public.
As though he was reading my mind, Monroe added, “And stop home for some sweatpants on your way to me. Because I want to see this—” another caress to my cock “—in all his pretty glory before we finally let you come.”
It was going to be a long afternoon. And I was going to love every second of it. 6
The phone ringing at noon had become an expected treat. I answered with a smile, knowing I’d hear Monroe’s warm voice through the speaker.
“Hey, baby. What ‘cha doin’?”
I loved it when he called me that. I loved it even more when he put that wicked lilt in his voice he knew got me hard. Three months of lunchtime phone calls, of dinners out, and nights in bed. Of weekends spent cuddling on the couch or hiking or at the zoo. The sound of his voice still got to me and I fervently hoped that never changed.
“Arranging flowers. Wedding tomorrow. What’re you doing?”
“Crunching numbers,” he responded.
I huffed a breath. “Sounds boring.”
Monroe laughed, and that, too, was a sound that never failed to burrow inside me, making me feel warm and fuzzy. He had the best laugh. The very best laugh. Rich and deep and so sincere it sounded like it came up from his toes. He let it out freely and often. Monroe was a truly happy man, and he didn’t hesitate to share his joy.