He looks up at my voice. “Morning, darlin’.” I hang back, still feeling self-conscious and maybe even clueless. “You gonna stand there making this awkward, or you gonna come give me a kiss?” he asks, driving my nerves away.

“I thought I would just watch you there in your underwear all morning,” I sass back, before moving toward him.

He places his mug on the counter next to him and opens his arms for me to step in close.

“Is this a new dress code I’m not aware of?” he asks just as I press my mouth to his. His beard brushes against my lips, sending a zing straight to my clit, reminding me how it felt to have him between my legs.

“Hmm,” I murmur as his tongue traces the seam of my lips, coaxing them open and reclaiming my mouth. He tastes like coffee and Beau. The perfect mix I need this morning. The kiss takes on new life, as our tongues tangle, reuniting like long lost loves. Beau’s hands come to either side of my face, cupping me closer to him.

“Geez, woman, I’ve been missing out on this every morning?” He pulls his lips away and leans his forehead to mine.

“What can I say, it’s the beard.” He throws his head back in a deep laugh before planting a kiss on my forehead.

“I need coffee,” I tell him, almost desperate. He releases his hold on me and lets me step back. I don’t waste any time and take myself to the glorious coffee pot.

“Gotta say, I’m liking our new dress code, darlin’.”

I look over my shoulder at the playful tone in his voice and catch him checking out my legs. I turn back, roll my eyes and reach up into the cabinet for a mug. His shirt rises with me and I feel a little naughty knowing I just teased him.

Seriously, who knew yesterday morning we would be here, less than twenty-four hours later, acting like we hadn’t spent the last two months pretending we weren’t into each other.

“Please tell me you’re wearing panties.” Beau’s pained growl rolls through me as a new wave of need takes over. Everything becomes an unimportant blur as my body awakens.

“Ummm.” I laugh awkwardly, filling my mug with the black liquid. I don’t have a chance to taste my coffee before Beau’s front is pushed up against my back. His hard cock nudging me between my ass cheeks.

Holy hell.

“Woman, are you trying to kill me?” His hot breath skirts over my ear while his hand glides up under the shirt.

I sag against him as his finger finds my pulsing clit.

“You sore?” The soft rumble of his voice warms me as his finger glides down then drags my wetness up to my clit.

“No.” I whimper when he flicks my bud once. Okay, maybe a little sore, but I don’t tell him. I want him any way I can.

“Good. Spread your legs, darlin’,” he orders, and like a good girl, I do as he asks.

He sighs his approval, leaning closer to my ear. “This for me?” I become lost in my arousal as the words vibrate over my ear. “Answer me,” he urges, dipping his finger lower again, moving more wetness to my clit.

Oh, God, bossy Beau is here and I’m going to combust.

“Yeah.” I nod, my hands finding the counter to hold on.

“New rule, no panties at breakfast,” he commands, before sinking his teeth into the side of my neck.

“Good rule,” I pant, thrusting my hips upward seeking more friction. He lets me have my play, stepping closer to give me support.

“Now, seeing as you came to breakfast with easy access, do you want me to make you come with my mouth or my cock?”

“Mouth,” I answer too quickly, a little too desperately.

Way to play it cool.

“I’ll give you my mouth, darlin’ as soon as you give me yours.” He steps back from me, taking his finger with him.

I turn to face him ready to bargain, but my eyes fall to his cock, standing tall and proud in his boxers.

“You want me to suck you off?” I ask as a new wave of hunger takes over. We didn’t do this last night. In fact, he barely let me touch him.

“I want your mouth on my cock. Yes. Not sure if I’m gonna let you suck it, or if I’m gonna fuck your mouth.” I inhale a startled breath, the thought of him fucking my mouth leaving me wheezing.

“You want me to fuck your face, Kenz?” he asks, seeing my reaction.

I nod, but remember his rule of words. “I think so,” I answer before he can remind me. “Yes, I mean yes.” He smiles a crooked smile before giving me a wink.

Holy shit, can this man ever not be sexy?

“You remembered. Good girl. Now on your knees, darlin’.” I want to argue. I don’t know why. I want to be on my knees, but the defiance in me decides to question him.

“Here?” I ask, looking down at the kitchen floor.

“Here,” is all he says, pushing away any discussion otherwise. I nod and then step forward. My arousal between my legs grows, and for the first time this morning, I regret not putting on panties. The slick wetness slides between my thighs as I step forward and go down on my knees.

Without taking any more instructions, my hands reach for his boxers. Slowly and carefully I pull them down. His cock bounces free and before I can touch him, feel him, his hand fists it.

I look up at him, his gaze burns through me as he strokes himself, each one a sharp, rough caress.

“Is this for me?” I smirk up at him, using the same words he used on me.

“And then some,” he answers, releasing his cock. “Put it in your mouth,” he orders, pushing down on it to line the bulging tip with my lips. The small bar piercing through his head glistens with pre-cum. I want to reach out and lick it, play with it, but I know he’s testing me. Challenging me to push him. Not wanting to disappoint, I lean forward and open my mouth.

My eyes stay on his as he slowly guides himself inside.

“Fucking hell!” He hisses as I mold my lips around his width. A shudder runs through me as I accommodate his size. My arousal grows, sliding between my thighs.

Squeezing my legs together, I focus all my attention on what’s happening in my mouth. The cool bars from both of his piercings glide on my tongue and I take a moment to let my mouth memorize it.

“You control this, Mackenzie.” Beau coaches me, moving his hands to either side of my face. He continues to glide back and forth between my lips. I can’t take him all without needing to gag so he stops short, knowing just how far to push.

“You want to stop this, you stop. Simple,” he reminds me, giving me an out.

“Hmmm,” I acknowledge his words with a slight nod.

“Good girl. Now, I want you to relax your throat. I’m not going to hurt you, but by the time I’m done, you’re gonna take me whole.” He smiles down at me before picking up his pace. I keep my breathing steady through my nose, careful not to lose it. I haven’t given head like this before. Not with someone else in control, that fact alone makes it more erotic.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth is heaven.” His encouragement relaxes me more, a new need taking over. A need to please him. Beau continues to control his strokes, in and out. Deep and precise. His moans grow wilder the faster he pistons his hips. The bar starts to hit the back of my throat, but it’s not uncomfortable. If anything, it ignites me.

Can I come without even being touched?

Not sure it’s possible, I slip my hand between my legs and find my clit. My own touch is electric, consuming as I work myself toward my own release.

“Stop touching,” Beau barks above me, and instantly my fingers freeze.

“Hmm,” I growl back. Frustrated doesn’t begin to describe my feelings. I need this release.

“Not yet, beautiful. Want you to come over my mouth.” His admission soothes me a little, but not much. I purse my lips tighter and relax my throat, with hopes to move this along so I can have the attention I too am craving.

“Fuck, Kenz, gonna come too soon you keep it up.” I suck deeper, wanting it as much as he does. His hands tighten in my hair, pulling my hair in a sharp tug, and for a split second, I tense. The sensation of being trapped between his hands threatens to freak me out, but I force myself to let my fear go. This is Beau, not Chad.