CHAPTER 14
A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me,
was yet of many accounted beautiful. But though I could not
with such estimable wonder overfar believe that, yet thus
far I will boldly publish her: she bore a mind that envy
could not but call fair.
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, act 2, scene 1
Lola’s warm soft body snuggled up to him, the curve of her ass nestled between his thighs. Braden’s cock hardened as she purposely teased it with gentle prodding. A week of waking up with her hadn’t decreased his desire for her. If anything, he was getting far too used to it. In just one more week, she’d pass her audits, gain her record deal, and take off for California. They hadn’t spoken about it, not wanting to spoil the time they did have together.
Ignoring it for another moment or two, he reached for a condom on his nightstand and quickly sheathed himself before lifting her leg and sliding into her.
It was heaven and hell all at once. Heaven, because she felt so good, he never wanted it to end. Hell, because it felt so good, he’d never last. Her soft sighs turned into labored gasps as she got close to her orgasm. He delved a finger into her folds and gently rubbed the small bundle of nerves at the top of her core, pushing her over the edge. When she cried out his name and convulsed around his cock, he gave himself permission to climax and exploded in bursts of pleasure.
He brushed her hair aside and planted a kiss on her naked shoulder. “Good morning. Time to get to work.”
She rolled over to face him. “What first, teach?” she teased, caressing his nipple with the back of her hand. “Are you going to give me an oral exam?”
“Tempting, but no,” he said. When she gave him a fake pout, he added, “At least not until tonight.” He winked playfully then smacked her ass before getting out of bed to dispose of the condom.
Because they knew they’d never get to Acropolis if they showered together, they continued their morning ritual of getting ready in separate rooms. She kept her clothes and toiletries in her own suite, but she spent each night in his bed. He’d never slept more soundly than when she lay in his arms.
Zeus strutted in the room, his silver tail swishing behind him. The cat had impeccable timing. He’d leave them to their privacy as they made love, then come back afterward and resume his spot at the bottom of the bed. Sometimes, Braden felt like the cat was smirking at him. Cats didn’t smile, did they?
After patting the cat on the rump, Braden went downstairs to make coffee and strolled into the kitchen, pleasantly surprised to find Lola had beat him to it.
“I hope you don’t mind. I’ve watched you make it a few times, so I thought I’d try it out. I can’t guarantee I didn’t add too much of the cinnamon and sugar to the grounds, so if you’d rather start over—”
He swooped down and seized her lips, tasting sugar on his tongue. No matter how many times he said he’d cook her a proper breakfast, she’d continued to eat a strawberry Pop Tart for her first meal. She claimed it gave her the energy she needed to get her through the day, and based on her energetic enthusiasm each night in bed, he couldn’t argue with her.
Slowly pulling back from the kiss, she smiled. “I guess you don’t mind.”
Not only didn’t he mind, he fucking loved it. She had just made them coffee, but to him, the coffee represented more than a beverage. Lola had made herself at home. It should have terrified him, but instead he wanted to raise her skirt and make love to her on the kitchen table. It didn’t matter that he’d been inside of her a half-hour earlier, he was always ready for her, and since she never wore panties, he’d discovered she was always ready for him.
“No. I don’t mind. I told you when you moved in here, help yourself to anything. I’ll even give you the code to my wine cellar.”
Her hand flew to her heart as she dramatically exclaimed, “Oh, my goddess, your wine cellar? Now I can finally carry out my nefarious plan of robbing you of all your wine. And all it took was a week in your bed pretending to enjoy myself for you to hand over your most valued possession.”
He braced his hands on the counter on either side of her and trapped her between his legs. “Pretended to enjoy yourself? You didn’t enjoy those three orgasms last night?”
In response to his reference to all the dirty things they’d done to each other the previous evening, her lips quivered and her pupils dilated. “I did. And even if I had planned to steal your most valued possessions, I would’ve changed my mind. I’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you like that, just like I know you wouldn’t intentionally hurt me.”