Tormented by Jani Kay, Lauren McKellar

I took the bottle from him and poured a copious amount over his cock, watching it drip down like an ice cream sundae.
    “Fuck, woman, get your mouth on me.”
    Harrison gripped my hair and held it to one side as I went in for a taste of dessert. I rimmed the head with my lips, causing heavy groaning to rumble from his chest. I licked and nipped and sucked, teasing him, swallowing the sweet liquid suggestively and smacking my lips. His grip tightened on my hair, pushing me down as he raised his hips, fucking my mouth with his delicious cock.
    He threw back his head, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he spoke. “I’ll make you breakfast every Sunday for the rest of my life if you’ll suck my dick like that.”
    “Promise?”
    “Promise.”

Chapter 19 — Eva
    A fter we’d washed the sticky residues off one another’s bodies in a warm and relaxing bath, Harrison suggested my second favorite thing to do on a Sunday.
    “Let’s go down to the bookstore and get a coffee,” he said while we got dressed. He’d given me a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt from the drawer, and I sniffed deeply as I pulled it over my head, loving the smell of Harrison on his clothes.
    Okay, maybe it was my third or fourth favorite thing now that he was part of my life. Being fucked by a man like Harrison had to be number one, right? That moved everything else way down the list.
    My breath hitched. “Oh, I’d love to go. There’s nothing better to do on a lazy day like today.”
    Harrison raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Well, I’d argue with that. If it were entirely up to me, I’d tie you to my bed and fuck you all day long.”
    “Yeah? You wouldn’t get bored?”
    He looked at me as if I’d grown a pair of horns between my eyes. “Eva, don’t you get it? You are my favorite thing. Trust me, there is nothing remotely boring about you. But I’d be a selfish boyfriend if I didn’t take you out sometimes too.”
    Did he say boyfriend ? I couldn’t help the grin that spread over my face.
    He moved closer and slapped my ass playfully before nibbling at my ear. “I am your boyfriend, yeah?” His voice was low and gruff, with a nearly imperceptible hint of uncertainty. I loved when in spite of his usual cockiness I could still detect his vulnerability. Sure, it was only rare glimpses, but it was there never the less. It was the complexity of this man that attracted me and kept me hanging on as I tried to unravel him, layer by layer.
    “You can be anything you want if you keep making me breakfasts like that.”
    “I did commit to every Sunday for the rest of my life, you know. That’s a big deal for me, baby.” He kissed my neck, slowly and deliberately. “But with you, I can’t think of life in any other way.”
    Funny, neither could I. Every image I had of the future somehow included Harrison. I’d never articulated it, or consciously thought about it. It just was.
    He helped me into a black jacket that hung on a hook by the door. It smelled of him and I took a deep sniff while he rolled the sleeves so that my hands showed before he tied the belt around my waist and smacked my ass again. “Ready to go?”
    I nodded, giggling like a silly schoolgirl.
    Harrison took a large golf umbrella from the stand and held the door open for me, a wide grin on his face.
    Driving in the rain wasn’t something I enjoyed, and I was relieved when we eventually made it inside the bookstore and out of the punishing wind. This was freaky weather for this time of the year, and everyone on the car radio we’d listened to had complained about how it messed up their weekend.
    As much as I loved going to the beach on sunshiny days, nothing could beat the excitement I felt when confronted with shelves upon shelves of books. I lazily ran my finger along the spine of the books on the groaning shelves and selected the ones that jumped out at me.
    “Take your time, Eva. I’m going to get us a table and a coffee over at the café. See you there.” He