Naked or Dead by Murphy A. E. & Knight Xela

Author:Murphy, A. E. & Knight, Xela
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-02T16:00:00+00:00

The sun is shining from a tiny gap in the curtains, casting a strip of yellow light onto the wall that cuts down a calendar on January’s model. A sexy woman with thick blonde hair sitting naked on a motorbike.

How teen boy of him. I smile to myself.

The quilt that protects me from the chill is dark green with black stripes, and the pillow is gray. It all smells clean and fresh like a flowery meadow. I smile and stretch languidly, sitting up when I hear a door downstairs close.

I’m still in yesterday’s clothing, minus my skirt and thong as Nokosi put me in his boxer briefs last night. I check my body for injury but I’m otherwise okay, no worse for wear.

The room is empty, the space in bed beside me undisturbed, but then I notice a lump on the floor at the foot of the bed on what looks to be a futon mattress. Nokosi has his hair tied into a bun on the very top of his head and he’s lying on his back, mouth open, eyes closed, breathing softly.

He was a gentleman last night in a way no man has ever been a gentleman to me before.

He helped me home, he helped me brush my teeth in the bathroom, he tucked me in and kissed my lips and then climbed into his own makeshift bed because he didn’t want to take advantage, despite the fact I asked him to join me.

I thought I could entice him again, trap him again, put him in a position where he has to deny himself what I know he so badly wants. But he wouldn’t even get in with me.

I really have gotten him all wrong.

I climb out of bed and sit on the edge of his. My knees sink into the soft mattress and my hand automatically goes to the tattoo that wraps around his bicep.

He’s gorgeous. He could be a model he’s so pretty to look at.

I touch his lower lip with my finger and feel the soft flesh twitch, then I trail it across the slight stubble of his jaw.

He hums a groan and shifts slightly, just enough for me to free the blanket and peel it down his body to his waist. I slide in beside him and press my cold feet against his.

He yelps and his eyes spring open to find mine.

“Morning,” I whisper and circle his nipple with my fingertip. It tightens to a hard dark pebble.

He smiles lazily. “Morning, lightweight.”

Giggling, I bury my face in his neck and hook my leg around his hips. “I’m so sorry about last night.”

“Wait… what?”

“Huh?”

“Did you just say sorry?” He feigns surprise as I lean over him again to glare at him. “Can you say it again, just give me a sec to find my phone and record this moment.”

I grab his dick and squeeze, but it only seems to excite him.

“What time is it?” he breathes as I move my hand over his hard, boxer-clad length. It’s like steel and just the feel of it is making me drip with need.

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