CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I've always slept soundly in my bed, wrapped up in my nine hundred thread count sheets and down comforter. My feather top mattress gave the illusion of sleeping on a cloud and once I lay down on it, I was out for the count. Dead to the world. I could usually sleep through anything except my daily 5:00 a.m. alarm. I once slept through the commotion of two fire engines and several ambulances when a building across the street caught on fire.

I had no idea.

When I eventually woke up mid-morning on that Saturday, I was shocked at how loud the sirens were that I had slept through. So most mornings even when I did have to wake up at 5:00 a.m, I felt extremely well rested and ready for the day. A good night's sleep is very important for your body to properly function and I usually achieved one nightly. But this morning, as I slowly shift my head from side to side, eyes still closed and the feel of something heavy on top of me, I feel like I've been sleeping for days. I've never felt this revitalized.

Slowly fluttering my eyes open, I spot a wild mess of dark brown hair spread across my chest. Hot breath blows across my breast, tickling my nipple, and it takes me a minute for process what's in front of me, or really, what's on top of me. My eyes shoot open and I turn to the alarm on the table next to me. 7:12a.m. it flashes. 7:12a.m.? Fuck!

"Reese. Get up." I wiggle underneath him but he's not budging. He's not even shifting his weight at all. He's clinging to me like saran wrap, his head nuzzling between my br**sts and our legs tangling together in the sheets. I almost don't want to move because being under and wrapped up in him this way feels amazing. But its morning, and I f**king slept over. "REESE." Gripping his shoulders and snapping back into my sanity, I push with everything I have and he grumbles, rolling over onto his back and slowly opening one eye. That one eye scans my body and he smiles.

"Morning, love." Whoa. I'm momentarily stunned by his deep groggy bedroom voice. Low and throaty, it sends a chill through me. I glance down quickly, noting that I'm still wearing his dress shirt that is completely open and my garter and stockings. Darting his arm out, he pulls me close to his body and wraps around me again.

"You look wildly sexy right now, in my shirt and in my bed." His hand runs down my stomach and brushes between my legs. I involuntarily moan, knowing full well that I do not have time for this. But my body belongs to this man and I can't help how it reacts. "You're so wet. Were you dreaming about me doing this?" One finger dips in, then two, and I throw my head back and arch my body off the bed.

"Oh yes right there." My head falls to the side and my eyes meet the clock again as his fingers move in perfect rhythm. It's after 7:00a.m. The bakery opened at 7:00a.m. "Fuck. I'm so late." I bat his hand away and try and sit up when he slams me back down, moving on top of me and pressing me into the mattress. "Reese, seriously. I don't have time for this. Joey is probably freaking out right now." He rolls his hips against my pelvis and I moan at the sensation. Bakery? What bakery? Who the f**k is Joey?

He kisses me hard, darting his tongue into my mouth and I taste toothpaste. Toothpaste? I shake him off me. "Hey, why do you taste like you've brushed your teeth? Have you been up already?" If he says no, then the man even has perfect morning breath which would not surprise me. My eyes widen as his smell hits me. It's his usual decadent scent but it's stronger. Fresher. His wicked grin beams down at me and I grit my teeth and grunt. "Reese, did you already take a shower this morning?"

"You're not the only one that gets up at five and works out. And Joey is not freaking out." He plants a quick kiss on my lips. "I called him and explained the situation." Another hip roll catches my breath. Focus, Dylan. It's just a penis. The best penis but still, just a penis.

I glare up at his giant grin. "Are you telling me that you got up at five and didn't wake me? Do you not realize that I have a business to run? And what time do you have to go to work or are you that important that you come and go as you please?" I groan as he rolls again. "And stop doing that." My hands frantically push against his body to remove him off me but nothing happens. Shocker. He leans off a bit and grabs my arms, bracing them on either side of my head. Dropping his head, he rests his forehead against mine.

"So feisty. You make me want to keep you here all day just to see how mad I can make you." I open my mouth to protest and his tongue slips in, capturing mine and slowly sucking on it. Oh Lord, help me. I have no will power when it comes to him. He releases me all too soon. "But I won't because I do have to make it into work sometime today. And just for the record, I did try to wake you up to go for a run with me but you were in a coma." I grunt loudly and make a face at him. That I can definitely believe. I wiggle underneath him and he arches his brow, moving his hips up to rub his length against my clit.

"Oh God," I whimper, clamping my eyes shut.

"Now, you have three options here. You get to pick how I make you come before I take you to work." He wiggles his brows at me and I giggle. Playful Reese is impossible to say no to.

"I don't have time for this," I plead weakly. His eyes narrow at me and I issue him a smirk.

"Who are you trying to fool here, Dylan?" Hip swivel and I groan. "I could make you come in two minutes if I had to." Yeah right. He's good but not that good. "Hands, mouth, or me."

Holy hell. I'm trying desperately not to allow my smile to crack my face in half but I'm failing miserably and hardly caring. I jerk my hips up against him and see his eyes widen. "You." He licks his lips and releases my arms, reaching down and wrapping my legs around his waist. He enters me in a quick thrust and I cry out, my head rolling back and my arms reaching above me to grasp the headboard. "Yes, oh yes." My hands grip the posts and I push down with my arms, meeting his movements and forcing him deeper inside me. "Reese."

Gripping my thighs, he brings my legs to his front and rests them on his shoulders as he pummels into me. His groans are loud and throaty. "Feel it, love. Feel what only I can do to you." He arches back and holds my legs as he drives into me. "Nobody will make you feel this good, Dylan, just me." My eyes are glued to his and I can't look away. I want to tell him that he's right, that I know no other guy will ever make me feel like this and I never want to give one the chance. But I don't. Instead, I just feel him. Every stroke, every push, I feel and take everything he gives me.

Deeper, deeper, harder and he's relentless. I'm close, so close that I can't believe I actually doubted what he does to me. Clearly my insanely good night's sleep has rendered me stupid. His hand trails down my leg as he thrusts and his thumb finds my spot. With the slightest twitch, I'm done.

"I'm coming. Oh f**k." I close my eyes and scream so loud my voice breaks. I hear his loud cry and flick them back open to see him glued to me. Green and piercing, he captures me and I watch him fall apart. He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and bites down as he pumps into me, giving me his release. Turning his head, he presses his mouth to my leg and pants, his jagged breath bursting across my shin. He stills inside me as we slowly come down together.

"Jesus Christ." I feel and see his lips curl up around my skin. My legs are dropped from his shoulders and he moves off the bed, lifting me up into his arms. He carries me down the hallway and straight into the bathroom. I'm placed on my feet in front of the vanity and glance at myself in the mirror. "Oh shit." My hair looks rightly f**ked but not in the unbelievable Reese hair sort of way, my lips are swollen, cheeks flushed, and my br**sts are beautifully tainted with his marks. My fingers frantically comb through my hair as he smiles behind me. "I need something to wear out of here. Any suggestions, or would you like me to just wear what I have on?" I arch my brow and crack a smile as his fades. Oh, Mr. Possessive is back.

His hands come up and rake through my hair, messing up what I've just tamed. "You're hilarious. Would you like to take a shower with me?" he asks as he walks over and turns it on. His bathroom is far nicer than mine, massive even with a shower that could probably fit ten people. Nine women and Reese possibly? Ugh. Don't go there. I shake the thought out of my head.

"Yes, but it has to be quick. No funny business." I bend and begin unhooking my garter, sliding my stockings off my legs. He disappears after I catch him watching me after several long seconds. Always watching. He reappears moments later as I slip into the shower, a pile of clothes in his hands. "You don't have conditioner?" I ask as the warm water cascades down my body. The only thing in his shower is shampoo and his body wash which I grab quickly and take a sniff of. I close my eyes and let the citrus scent run through me, opening them to find Reese standing in the shower with me and smiling.

"You use that and you'll smell like me." He smiles, pulling it out of my hands and squirting some into his palm. "I think you like how I smell."

"I love how you smell," I reply as his hands work into a rich lather and he begins rubbing them over my body. "And now I won't even have to see you again today to get my Reese fix." He laughs softly and I watch his concentration as he washes me, starting at my neck and moving down each arm. He covers every inch of skin in suds and I giggle as his hands work my br**sts, meticulously washing them for several minutes. "I think they're clean."

"I'll be the judge of that." His hands move down my stomach and around my waist, dropping to my ass and working the lather there as I squirm against him. "So, since you've survived a sleepover with me, that means we can have them all the time now right?" he asks playfully, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Absolutely not. I never intended on sleeping over, in fact, I think you let me fall asleep on you on purpose and tricked me into it." He kneels in front of me and washes between my legs, lingering with a grin before he moves down. He massages my thighs and my shins, bringing each foot up and washing them thoroughly as I grip the shower wall. I'm terribly ticklish and he knows it. I think about what he just asked me. Sleepovers all the time? There's no way I can do the sleepover thing again, let alone all the time. Even though I did get the best sleep of my life and the sight of him wrapped around me this morning is a memory I'd like to hold onto forever. "That was a special birthday treat." I hold on to his head to keep my balance.

He stands and grabs his shampoo, squeezing some into my hand and doing the same to his. "Honestly, I had every intention of taking you home last night. But I think we must have fallen asleep at the same time. The last thing I remember before passing out is you lying on my chest." We begin washing each other's hair together, my eyes closing as I enjoy the scalp massage. He really is good at this. "And then when I woke up at five and couldn't get you awake without a fog horn, I called Joey and told him that you accidently fell asleep and that you'd be a little late today. He didn't seem surprised." Our hands drop and I back up into the water, rinsing my hair and smiling at the scent that is now going to be on me all day. I've honestly never smelt anything better, and I live in a f**king bakery.

"Do you always want your flings to spend the night?" I move out of the water and switch spots with him, allowing him to rinse his shampoo out. I grab his body wash and squirt some into my palm. Shit. Did I really want to know the answer to that? No, I don't. "Never mind. I don't want to know that." My hands begin to wash his body as his eyes study me. "It doesn't matter. I just don't think we should make a habit out of it." He moans softly as I move over his shoulders with pressure, down his arms, his chest, and his stomach. I get nice and close to reach around and wash his back, inhaling him deeply while I do it.

I kneel down and wash his legs, his erection staring me right in the face. "Dylan, we're casual and everything, but I think you're more than a fling at this point. I don't usually f**k my flings repeatedly." I stand and look up into his eyes as he rinses the soap off himself. His jaw is tight and his brows are furrowed. "Okay?"

I swallow and nod slowly. Okay. So I'm above his fling status but still casual, nowhere near the girlfriend zone. And according to Billy, he doesn't do girlfriends so with Reese there isn't a girlfriend zone. I guess he does care about me more than his other hookups.

"I'm all clean, feel like getting a little dirty?" I ask and his eyes widen instantly. He reaches for me just as I slip quickly out of the shower. "Sorry. No time for that this morning." I wrap a towel around myself and quickly grab the clothes that he placed on the sink, making a break for it towards his bedroom. I hear his laughs behind me as I drop the clothes on the bed and examine what he's picked out for me. Sweatpants, a T-shirt, and a pair of his boxers. Wait, where are my panties? I glance around the room, looking all around the bed when Reese walks in with a towel wrapped around his waist. I look up at him and my eyes widen. Sweet Lord. I've seen the man naked several times already, but the sight of him in just a towel makes me clench my thighs shut.

"Like what you see?" he asks, winking at me as he walks into his closest, momentarily stunning me.

I drop to my knees and glance under the bed. "Panties?"

He's not long and reemerges with a dress shirt, khakis, and tie, shrugging at me and barely holding in his smile.

I stand and grip my towel. "You have them don't you? What are you starting some weird collection of my lingerie?"

He drops his towel and begins dressing, causing me to look away quickly before I jump on him. "I have no idea what you're talking about, but I believe I provided you with some boxers to put your sexy ass into so I'm not sure what the problem is." He slips on his boxers and pulls his white T-shirt over his head.

"Humph, pervert," I reply and his smile spreads across his face as I drop my towel. I feel his eyes on me as I step into his boxers, rolling them as I did before to make them fit me better. Next, I get into a pair of sweatpants he's laid out for me that I also have to roll several times at the waist. Slipping on my bra, I pull the T-shirt he's given me over my head. It's an old University of Chicago shirt and has apparently been worn repeatedly. Did he give me one of his favourite shirts? I glance at him as he stands in front of the mirror hanging on his wall, putting on his tie. He looks devastatingly handsome and oh so yummy in the morning, freshly f**ked and showered. He eyes me quickly and I smile before I walk out of the bedroom, needing to leave his presence before I rip his clothes off. Grabbing my purse off the dining room table, I slip into my heels and shake my head at how ridiculous I look in them with my sweats.

"Ready?" He walks down the hallway towards me and stops when I turn to him. I let out a heavy sigh at his appearance as his eyes fall onto my feet. "You look beautiful," he states as if it's obvious and I run at him, meeting him in the hallway and wrapping my legs around his waist. "Whoa. Hi, love."

"You look beautiful. I look rightly silly. Now come on, I'm late enough as it is and you're making me want to throw you back into your bed." He turns me around and starts back towards his bedroom as I giggle into his neck. "No. We can't."

He grunts in protest as he carries me towards the door and we finally leave with me still in his arms.

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After stopping to get a couple coffees, we drive down Fayette Street and pull up in front of the bakery. I glance out the window and see Joey standing behind the counter. "Did you have a good birthday?" I ask as I unbuckle my seat belt and turn to see his eyes on me.

He smiles sweetly and reaches out, pulling my hand into his and lifting it to his lips for a quick kiss. "I had the best birthday." Oh my. He drops my hand and I lean in, pressing my lips against his and lingering there for a moment. I suddenly don't want to get out of his car. Not after last night, not after this morning, and definitely not after what he's just admitted. He's minty and delicious, he smells heavenly, and he's dressed way too good right now.

I lean back a bit and his eyes open. "Make out with me," I say in my best flirtatious voice.

He licks his lips. "Isn't that what we were just doing?"

I shake my head, wrapping his tie up in my hand. "No, that was a goodbye kiss. I want you to devour me."

His hands reach around me and he pulls me towards him, sliding me sideways into his lap. "You mean, like this?" he asks and brings his mouth firmly to mine. His tongue twists in my mouth, moving with mine, stroking, licking, and tasting every inch of me. I'm panting so heavily that I'm certain the windows will start fogging up any second.

"I f**king love kissing you," I say as I manage to break away briefly and kiss down his neck to his collar, relishing in his scent.

"See, we could do this every morning if you'd sleep over more."

I move back up and latch back onto his mouth, silencing his ridiculousness. The man is crazy. After several long totally worth it minutes of sucking face, I somehow manage to pull away and lick his taste off my lips. "Have a great day, handsome." I open the door and hop out, turning back after nearly stumbling from the make-out session.

"You too, love," he replies. I glance down and notice his erection, reaching in quickly and rubbing against it. His hand clamps down on mine and he moans, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and shaking his head at me. "Go, before I throw you back in here and take you to work with me to finish what you've started." I shriek and hear his laugh as I shut the door and wave. I'm floating, completely high off him as I make my way into the shop, ready to start my work day.

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I'm really sorry guys for the break. I just have been very sick lately. But i will make it up to you today.

Thanks for reading.