Fall Into Love (Simone: Part One Naughty Nookie Series) by Serena Akeroyd

around
my brain is oxygen. Because as he sucks down, taking his juices and
mine into his mouth while tugging at a turgid nipple, I
climax. 
    Where it came from, I
don’t know.  Maybe the pull of his teeth and tongue at my
nipple?  The build-up of tension as I watched him near his own
peak?  I don’t know and don’t care.  In comparison to the
explosions of before, this is just a gentle quake, but its power is
still incredible.  Awe inducing, even. 
    The spontaneous and unexpected climax knocks
me out. 
    And this time, I stay out. 
    The hours seem to pass by
in a blur and the next time I awaken, he’s still beside me and
sleeping heavily.  He’s borderline snoring and I’m feeling
rather proud of myself at having worn this experienced man
out—because no one with moves like this guy could be labeled innocent . Inwardly, I
chuckle at the idea.  
    From the clock on the bedside table, I can
tell it’s time for me to be going.  The idea of not seeing
Zane again doesn’t fill me with glee.  In fact, I hate the
very idea of it.  I meant it when I said I feel connected to
this guy.  I don’t know why or even how, but I do. 
    Maybe it’s just the sex. We’re obviously
very compatible in the bedroom and after tonight, I’d gladly settle
for a few more hook-ups. Eddie and Marina have been pushing me to
break free from my inhibitions.
    As Marina put it, “You need a party in your
panties.”
    After that experience… I’m in total
agreement.
    That being said, I have a feeling that this
could go somewhere; don’t ask me why.  But I’ve never been the
pushy sort.  I’ll let him make the decision, because I won’t
humiliate myself by trying to press ahead if that’s the last thing
he wants. 
    He picked me up; he might
want a one-night stand; nothing more, nothing less.  On the
other hand, more might be what he’s after and if that’s the case,
then I do too. 
    I’ve already made a fool
out of myself over a man.  And a worthless sack of shit Dan
was too.  Never again.  Even if Zane is a sex god, both in bed and
out.  
    Carefully climbing out of bed, I dress
myself with the pieces of clothing I find dotted about the
room.  I’m a cleaner, used to being invisible, so I know that
Zane isn’t pretending to be asleep to avoid me.  There’s no
way, not even with his experiences in the war, that he can hear
me.  I’m paid to exist but not to show it. 
    Eventually, I source my purse.  Tucked
within is my wallet and inside, there are a few cards Marina
insisted I had printed after my divorce.  She said that it was
far more sophisticated than writing down my number on a scrappy
piece of paper.  Leaning one in front of the alarm clock, I
leave the decision up to him.  And let fate take control of
the game. 
    Because that’s what it
is.  No matter how I feel, if he doesn’t feel the same
connection, then that’s that.  Bye
bye, Zane.  
    The thought depresses me.  It feels
like a dumb move leaving the ball in his court, but what do they
say?  A woman has to play hard to get if she wants a man and I
won’t be messed around again. 
    If he wants to call me, he can. 
    If not, then I’ll be
gutted, but I’ll have a fabulous night to show for it.  And
hell, he’s opened my eyes to how sex can really be. How it should be!
    I know I promised him breakfast in bed, but
I’d hate for him to feel trapped with me.  Having never taken
part in a one-night stand, I can’t say that I know how these things
work.  If he calls me, then I’ll treat him to a sandwich this
time.  Otherwise, I won’t be made to feel like an unwanted
encumbrance who should have known the score and should have
disappeared before his alarm call.
    Letting myself out of the suite and then the
hotel itself, I try not to feel ragged or rumpled, when I’m just
that.  My dress is in a real state and I’m not sure if even a
visit to the dry cleaners will salvage it!  I stink of
sex.  Beneath my nose, I can smell him