Free Crush by Cydney Michele; Rax Lutishia; Grant Lovely

and overdone that he was carrying me to bed. Instead, I thought it was hot and romantic.
    He raised a brow, smiled, and looked down at me. “Oh my?”
    “I don’t believe I’ve ever actually been carried off to bed before.” I glanced up at him through my lashes.
    He stopped by the side of the bed.“Jayla likes that?” He set me down on the bed and started drying me off in soft, circular strokes.
    I all but purred, “Oh yeah, Jayla likes that.” Leaning back, I took a second to appreciate the sight of him. Sculpted torso with arm muscles rippling as he leaned forward to tend to me. My glance fell lower and I saw the rigid outline of him at full attention, tenting the towel. My mouth went dry before watering. Reaching up, I slid my hands up his damp abdomen, trailing up over his pectorals, feeling across his shoulders, down his arms, and back up.
    He paused and took a deep breath. “That’s nice.”
    “Jason likes that?” I whispered.
    His gorgeous lips quirked upward. “Jason likes that.”
    “You’re really going to like this then. . . .” I put my hands behind his neck and pulled him down, twisting and angling so he was lying back on the bed with his legs dangling off the side. I unwrapped the towel like a child with a gift on Christmas morning, eyes sparkling, and breathless with anticipation. I reached down and took him in my hands, my eyes floating up to meet his eyes, which had darkened to an almost forest green color. Trailing my fingers up and down the shaft, I didn’t wait another moment before leaning down and taking him in my mouth. We both groaned in appreciation.
    I alternated techniques, taking him deep into my throat with slow strokes before squeezing his base with my hand as I licked and flicked my tongue up the length, following with a quick nibble at the tip before starting the whole process over again.
    “Jesus, Jayla.”
    “Hmm.” I paused teasingly. “You want me to stop?”
    Wordlessly, he reached down, placed his hand on the top of my head, and urged me back to task. I laughed quietly before sucking him back deep. As I pumped and sucked, his hips rose up to meet me and his quiet sighs became words of pleading.
    “That is so good, Jayla, hmm—don’t stop, baby.”
    The more he talked, the faster I went and the hotter I became.
    “God yes, just like that,” he growled. “You suck me just . . . like . . . that.”
    Giving him so much pleasure increased my own and I felt my body quickening again. At the same time, he reached down and tweaked my nipples with his long fingers. His fingers and my mouth echoed the same frantic rhythm and within moments he began to come. The thick fluid sliding down my throat triggered my own climax and I sucked him harder and deeper as I rode the sensation.
    “Jayla,” he screamed as I determinedly sucked every last bit of fluid from him. He continued to shudder with aftershocks as I held him in my mouth. Finally, he reached under my arms and lifted me off of him. “Lord, woman, you could kill a man like that.”
    I curled up next to him. “You’d die happy.”
    He kissed the top of my head and my eyes drifted shut for just a second.

10
    Back at Work
    My eyes opened like a déjà vu. I registered a few things at once: It was very light outside, I was naked and neatly tucked into my bed, and the scent of chocolate and coffee was in the air. In other words, not a normal morning. I sat up and long-neglected muscles twanged in symphony to remind me of my extended weekend’s activities.
    Monday, Jason and I had lounged around his house watching old movies before coming back to my place. Jason had spent the night teaching me things about my body that I had never known before and was determined never to forget. We had had another go-round in the bathtub and it was quickly becoming one of my favorite ways to get clean and be dirty all at the same time.
    With a deep sigh, I realized it was Tuesday morning and time to get back to reality.
    “Jason?” I