Page 49 of Sly (Dragon Riders MC 5)
Before he lazily moved his mouth to kiss it.
“You okay?” he murmured.
I took my last swallow before nodding my head. “Uh huh.”
He chuckled. “Here, let me fix that.”
He lifted his cock from my weakened mouth before he rolled off my body.
“Good morning, Angel,” he said.
I smiled up at the ceiling. “I love that nickname.”
He scooted next to me. “I’m glad. Because that’s what you are to me.”
I nestled against him as he wrapped his arm around me. “What time do we have to leave?”
“Leave? For what?”
My half-hooded gaze found his. “Aren’t you going with Link and Bowser to Skeleton’s opening day of trial?”
He shook his head. “Nah. I was going to, but then I realized I’ve got other plans.”
“Oh? What’s going on today instead, then?”
He grinned. “You want me to tell you know, or do you want to wait to find out?”
I giggled. “I take it this morning was only a preview?”
“I mean, we could go out on a bike ride and have a picnic and finish what we never got to start all those months ago.”
I rolled on top of him. “Or, we could just pretend that’s what we’re going and do it in the comfort of our own bed.”
He kissed my lips longingly. “I like the sound of that.”
I settled my face into the crook of his neck as I straddled his pelvis. I felt my juices sliding all around his still-hardened cock as his arms cloaked my back. I drew in his scent, breathing in the wooded and minty notes mixed with the smallest scent of morning musk. It was a scent I committed to memory every morning.
Especially since I had moved in with Sly four months ago.
After Skeleton and his crew were arrested and charged, things quickly settled back to what was viewed as ‘normal’ around here. Sly had regular church meetings and responsibilities at the bar, my brother went back to his office work to process the case they had against the Golden Jags, and I went back to wondering what the hell I was going to do with my life.
Until Joanna hopped into the mix.
“How are things at the firm? Do you need to work today?” Sly asked.
I giggled. “It’s Sunday, crazy. The firm’s closed.”
He paused. “I thought Joanna was opening it every day in some form or fashion until the trial’s over?”
“Holy shit, that’s right!”
I leapt out of bed in all of my nakedness as Sly chuckled after me. I darted into the bathroom and quickly turned on the shower before I threw myself into the hot water stream. I did have to work today, and I had to report by ten.
It would only be for a couple of hours, but I couldn't let Joanna down.
Not when this big of a case had gotten handed to us.
After things settled down and got back to normal, Joanna was quick to offer me a job. And after my first day, I figured out why. She needed a great deal of help, and not just from a paralegal. She needed secretarial work and someone to help her with her schedule. All jobs that I was more than willing to take on so she could focus on what was important to her.
So, my full-time job was born.
“Angel?” Sly asked.
I washed the conditioner out of my hair. “I’m almost done. You hopping in after me?”
“Angel. Have you checked your phone?”
I paused. “What?”
He chuckled. “Your phone. Did you pick it up after you got out of bed?”
I blinked. “No. Why?”
“You have a message from Joanna.”
“Shit. Can you open it for me, please, and read it?”
He clicked his tongue. “I may have already done that, but only because I knew what it would say.”
I stuck my head out of the shower. “What does it say?”
And when he turned my phone around to show me the message, I sighed with relief.
Joanna: Heading to the first day of trial instead of working today. It’s almost unheard of for private Sunday trials to happen, so I want to be there. Your work day is optional, but if you do work today, clock it as overtime since I won’t be there.
“Oh, thank fuck,” I said breathlessly.
Sly placed my phone on the bathroom counter. “Mind if I join you?”
I grinned. “That depends. Am I taking the overtime work or—”
He growled lowly. “You won’t be doing shit without me today; I can tell you that.”
I shrugged. “I’ve always wondered what office sex might be like.”
“Let me in there, you kinky little shit.”
I barked with laughter as he stripped his clothes off, then he hopped into the shower behind me. He washed my back and massaged my shoulders before I turned around and washed his body down as well. And I couldn't help but stare. His long, lean muscles dripped with water running down the crevices of his chiseled peaks. His cock swung heavily between his legs, as if ready for the second when he knew he could pounce. I licked my lips before I slipped to my knees. I wrapped my arms around his thighs and pulled him close to me as his hand fell into the wet tendrils of my hair.
