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Sean Peterson
The sun had risen. I felt the rays on me that were coming through the glass window. It was time to wake up and start the new day but I wasn’t ready yet. I didn’t want to leave the warmth of her. I wanted to feel her against me a little longer-or maybe throughout the day.
I moved my eyes to the woman who had her arms and legs entangled around me. She was wrapped in the sheet, just her shoulders were visible to my eyes. She had her head on my chest. Slow breaths that were exhaling out of her mouth tickled my bare skin. I remembered how much she desired me. She needed me and wanted me to worship her. And that’s what I did. I made her mine. She was a wild cat in the bed and last night I learned that she lacked patience. Still, I deliberately teased her to bring the hulk out of her because I loved to do that. I love to keep her on edge, it boosts the fun and I love to see her do crazy things.
Her face was hidden and I wanted to see her so I tried waking her up by rubbing her bareback but instead of opening her eyes she groaned and swatted my hand in sleep.
I laughed lightly. The silent vibration of my laughter caused her to stir and she detached herself from me and turned her back to me, taking the warmth away from me. I turned to her side and raised myself on one arm.
“Wake up, Lauren,” I whispered as I nibbled her ear softly. I raised my other hand and slid it inside the sheet, bringing it to her waist. But before I could wrap my hand around her flesh, she jerked my hand away, making me fall back on the bed then she abruptly sat up. The sheet fell on her lap which gave me a clear view of her smooth and flawless back and also got a glimpse of her hips.
She stretched her hands, twisted her body, and yawned loudly which made me chuckle. And that’s the mistake on my part because she jerked and gasped when she felt my presence. She quickly grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around her tightly, blocking my perfect view.
“What were you looking at?” She grumbled, squinting her eyes at me.
“What do you think I was looking at?” I asked sarcastically as I mentally rolled my eyes. As if I hadn’t done things to her last night.
“Bad manners!” She scowled and she wandered her eyes in the room probably in search of something. Her search operation stopped when her eyes landed on my side.
“Pass me your shirt.” She stretched her one hand since one was clutching the sheet securely.
“Why?” I sat up on the bed. “There’s nothing to hide.” I pointed out.
“Oh, I know you have seen it all but I am not going to entertain you by walking naked before you.” She snapped.
I furrowed my eyes at her. “Are you always this cranky in the morning or is it the aftermath of the night?” I tried to tease her but her sharp and deadly look caused me to surrender to her. I picked up my shirt on the nightstand and passed it over to her.
She took it and fiddled with the edge of the sheet and I kept my eyes on her moves to get a glimpse of her flesh to keep me active for the day, but she again sensed my stares and clutched the sheet against her skin again.
“Look away!” She gestured to me to look away with her finger.
“I will not,” I said determinedly. “If you do not want me to see your perfect figure which I made love to all night. I challenge you to wear this shirt without showing yourself.” I dared her.
“Challenge accepted.” She glared at me then she exhaled sharply and inserted the shirt under the sheet. Then she unwrapped the sheet from around her without breaking eye contact with me. I raised my eyebrows in a challenge. I knew she would not be able to do it by being completely covered in the sheet.
To my surprise, she again wrapped the sheet around and smirked at me. She then wore the shirt over the sheet and removed the sheet from underneath.
My jaw dropped on the bed. I was flabbergasted! How clever!
Smirking, she brushed invisible dust from her hands. “I won! What’s the prize?” She raised her eyebrows.
I came back from the state of shock and smirked wickedly. She wanted a prize and I had the best one. I took her off guard by pushing her on the bed and hovered over her.
“Ahhh…Sean!” She wiggled but I caged her and pressed myself onto her.
“You wanted a prize, right?” I whispered as I kissed the corner of her mouth. “By winning the challenge you have earned a morning kiss from me.” I brought my lips near hers but she slapped her one hand over my mouth and another on hers.
“Nope. No. Not gonna happen. I have an awful morning breath and I am not going to let you kiss me.” She muttered.
I frowned and grabbed her hands then I forcefully brought them on her side. I tried to kiss her but she struggled by turning her face left to right, denying the kiss. After fighting for a while, I huffed and rolled over and sat up. The sheet had been covering my nakedness.
“Fine! Go, freshen up; brush your teeth then I’ll take my kiss.” I grumbled. She grinned at her victory and slipped off the bed, and scrambled to the bathroom but stopped in the middle. I raised my eyebrows when she turned to face me.
“What?” I quirked an eyebrow. “Changed your mind already? Want me to kiss you?” I smirked.
“No.” She snapped then scratched the back of her ear and bit her lower lip.
Did she have any idea how tempting she looked in my shirt? Probably, she didn’t. And she for sure had no bloody idea how hard I was fighting with myself not to take her then and there.
“Then what?” I asked, my eyes fixed on her legs.
“Do you know how to cook?”
My eyes instantly flicked to her face. “What?”
“You heard me. So, do you?” She asked.
“For survival, yes.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Uh, could you cook breakfast till I am in the bathroom?”
Did she just-?
I hung my legs down the bed and looked up at her. I raised one finger. “First, you don’t let me kiss you.” I raised the second finger. “Second, you refuse to show me yourself.” Then I raised another finger. “And now, you want me to cook for you.”
“Aren’t you bossing me around way too much?”
“What, you drained me out of energy so it’s your responsibility to bring my energy back.” She scowled.
“Fair enough.” I chuckled. “Alright then, I’d cook for you but I would like to put my end of the bargain here.”
“And what could that be?” She crossed her arms across her chest.
I smirked wickedly and stood up from the bed which caused the sheet to fall on my feet. Lauren’s gaze went down on me; her eyes widened and she squealed as she covered her eyes and turned her back to me.
“Gosh, Sean!” She shouted. I slowly moved behind her and grabbed her by her waist. I pressed myself against her and whispered in her ear.
“A few kisses…a quickie…or maybe an hour-long romance in the shower?”
“God, Sean you are shameless.” She pushed me by her elbows and ran inside the bathroom. I laughed out loud.
She shut the door and shouted. “Better go and prepare breakfast.”
“As you say, boss,” I yelled back and made my way to the closet. I grabbed fresh clothes and went to the bathroom of the guest room and showered there.
I was in the kitchen brewing coffee when I heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Oh, she’s done showering.
I raised my head only to come face to face with Lauren who walked inside the kitchen- wearing one of my shirts; again.
A certain part of my anatomy came to life in excitement and I groaned. “You are playing with fire, woman.”
“What, I am doing nothing.” She frowned as she placed the phone she was carrying on the counter.
“You are wearing my shirt and probably nothing underneath it and you are doing nothing?” I tried my best not to pounce on her. She looked ravishing. But the temptation took over my self-control and marching towards her I grabbed her by her waist and attacked her lips. I kissed her dearly. Her eyes were quick to shut down in delight as she responded to the kiss. Her luscious lips tasted so sweet and my craving for her intensified just like that.
“Good morning, Miss Lauren Hart,” I whispered as I spared her lips slowly and ran my tongue over my lips.
“Good morning,” She whispered shyly. Her face acquired the crimson shade. Her blush is one of the favorite things I like about her.
“Here, let me help you.” She muttered and walked past me towards the coffee brewing machine but I pulled her back.
“Oh no, no, no. I am doing it. You ordered me to cook for you and so let me do it. You sit and wait.”
She forcefully swatted my hand away. “No need to be sarcastic.” She then lowered her head. “I am sorry that I ordered you. I am cranky until ten minutes of waking up.” She mumbled lowly.
I immediately cupped her face and raised her head. “It’s alright, Lauren.” Her eyes softened then I played my trick. “And…yes, I was being sarcastic.” I laughed. She scowled and began to slap my chest. Laughing, I grabbed her hands to stop her attacks.
“Tell me one thing, Lauren-how do you manage to go to work with this crankiness of yours?”
“I didn’t tell you?” She asked in surprise and I frowned. She removed her hands from my grip and sighed. “I have to fight with myself not to snap at everybody in the morning at work…especially at my boss.”
“Your boss?” I quirked an eyebrow.
“Yeah. He’s a workaholic jerk who snaps at every small thing and threaten to fire me from my job at every single chance he gets.”
She showed herself to be a victim. Seriously?
“Jerk? That’s what you think about me?” I asked in disbelief. I thought she would change her statement but she confidently nodded her head.
“Mmmhmm.”
“Oh yeah? Really?” I moved towards her and started tickling her mercilessly.
“Sean stop.” She laughed. “Take your words back,” I said while tickling her. She backed herself against the counter and in self-defense, she started to kick her legs but I caged her legs between mine and only stopped when she couldn’t breathe anymore.
How stubborn she could be? She didn’t take her words back! Wicked woman!
Her laughter died down and she gasped to breathe. I lifted her in the air and settled her on her counter. “Now, you sit here and rate my cooking.”
“Sean, I can really help you. Just tell me what I can-” She protested but I hushed her by placing my finger on her lips.
“Shh…” I rubbed my thumb over her lower lip. “You don’t have to do anything. Just answer my one question…” I whispered.
“Hmm?” She hummed. I looked into her eyes and placed my hands on the counter at her sides, caging her in between.
“When was the last time you had sex?”
Her eyes widened at my question and blush again crept on her cheek. “I…I…” She brushed the loose tendrils of her hair to the back of her ear then lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers on her lap.
“In college.” She whispered and then raised her head but didn’t look at me. “That was my first and last time… until last night with you,” She whispered.
My hands gripped the counter in unknown jealousy but I controlled myself. I shouldn’t be getting jealous of her past. I wasn’t a saint either; I had been with more women than the boyfriends she had in total.
“Why did you ask? You have a problem with that?” Her nonsense question jerked me back to her.
“No. Absolutely not.” I released the counter and grabbed her hands and kissed them. “I don’t care who you were with in the past. What matters to me is…now…and tomorrow and day after tomorrow, and far future.” I let go of her hands and cupped her face.
“I promise to give you the best time of your life. And about sex…don’t worry about it. You will get more of it from me…with me and only me because you are my girlfriend…mine and only mine.” I pecked her lips.
“You are shameless, Mr. Peterson.” She softly pushed me away. “How did you manage to keep this naughty and flirty side hidden from me for four long years?”
“Talent, Miss Hart.” I laughed and winked.
Then she again pulled me towards her by grabbing my t-shirt and circled her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. “But the sound of ‘your girlfriend’ feels incredible.” She mumbled and pecked my lips.
“Just the sound of ‘my girlfriend’? What about the sound of…sex with me?” I teased as I smirked mischievously. She blushed and tried to push me again but I grabbed her by her hips and yanked her towards me.
“And Lauren, my sweetie, don’t start things that will take us to the bed again.” I flicked her nose as I smiled sweetly. “I don’t mind though.” I winked. She blushed and again pushed me away. I laughed and began to make breakfast.
We finished our breakfast and we both were about to pick up the empty plates when Lauren’s phone went off. She looked at the caller and flicked her gaze to me in horror.
“Who is it?” I asked, frowning. She turned the phone screen towards me and I read the name.
Eloise.
“Why are you looking at me that way? Receive the call.” I said coolly. She contemplated for a second, running her fingers in her hair locks then sighing, she received the call.
“H…hey, Eloise. Oh, Trish and Ariana…Good morning all.” She said on the phone. Oh, girls conference call. I rolled my eyes and to give her privacy I collected the empty plates and made my way to the sink but I halted my steps when I heard Lauren stutter uncomfortably.
“Y…yeah…i. it was g…great.”
I turned only to come face to face with crimson red Lauren. Her eyes switched to mine which made her blush deeper. She immediately turned her back to me. I smirked when I got an idea about the reason for the phone call. And suddenly, an evil idea crossed my mind. I placed the plates back on the table and tiptoed towards her. She gasped in surprise when I circled my arm around her waist from behind.
I smiled as I nibbled her ear. “Are they asking about our date?” I whispered. She shuddered and tried to get out of my grip but how could I let her leave when I was enjoying it?
“Are you going to tell them about what we did after our date?” I whispered, licking her neck. A moan of pleasure escaped her throat and she coughed. I grinned and traced my fingers on her thigh. She squirmed and struggled again.
“Hello, hello, hello, you there Lauren?” I heard the curious women ask.
“Answer them, Lauren,” I whispered while slipping my hands under her shirt-my shirt.
She fake coughed. “Yeah…I…I am here.”
“Where are you right now?” One of them asked.
“H…home.” Lauren again stuttered as she gripped my hand which had already reached her waist.
A low chuckle escaped my throat. “Tell them that you are with me,” I whispered again and skimmed my teeth over her neck. She moaned again and against her fragile protests, I slid my hands up and up and up until-
“I’ll call you back later.” She hung the call and nudged her elbow in my stomach which caught me off guard and I released her abruptly.
“You are a complete jerk!” She shouted and I laughed despite the discomfort I felt in my stomach muscles from her hit.
“You have already given me that tag and refuse to take it back so now, I have to keep up with it.” I laughed. She was fuming and glaring at me but I kept laughing and it only silenced down when my phone came to life in my pocket.
“Pick it up. Must your curious friends.” She taunted as she crossed her arms.
I took out my phone and my whole body went stiff when I saw an unexpected name flashed on the screen. “It’s my mother.” This came out in whisper.
She never calls then why now? I wondered and received the call.
“Yes, mom,” I said emotionlessly.
“Sean, your father is throwing a party tonight. It’s a kind of social gathering; you know elections are near. So, you have to come tonight to the party. Your father needs you, you know many VIPs and high socialites will be arriving and we both want our son with us.” Mom tried to be sweet through her words.
Wow! Again she didn’t call me to ask me about me. It’s was again for them and their bloody reputation.
“You are throwing a party and telling me at the last minute?” I scoffed. My eyes flocked to Lauren who now had a concern on her face.
“Sean!” She rebuked. “Do you really think we will exclude you out? The decision was taken all of a sudden at midnight and I called to tell you early in the morning.”
“It’s already nine mom.” I scoffed. “And why didn’t dad call me? He needs me right, then why didn’t he called to inform me?”
Lauren’s face dropped when she heard me say that. I signaled her to come near me. She did and I hugged her with one arm and pressed her head against my chest.
“He’s busy preparing for the party, Sean. And whether I call or your father calls, it’s the same thing.” She said.
I sighed. “Okay, fine. I’ll be there.”
“Oh, thank you, Sean. Make sure to arrive one or two hours before the party.” She squealed and hung the call. I huffed.
“What happened?” Lauren asked as she looked up at me. I smiled and kissed her forehead and asked.
“Will you be my date tonight?”