He headed inside, resetting the alarm before he headed up the stairs to check on her. He peeked into Jasmine’s room on the way, finding her fast asleep in her bed. Reassured that his Jazzy pants was okay, he headed up to check on his other girl. The door was slightly ajar and he pushed on it gently, opening it enough that he could stand in the doorway.
Phoebe was lying on her side on the bed with the e-reader he’d bought her a few weeks ago. Her protests about it being too much money had fallen on deaf ears. He’d handed it to her and told her to use it or don’t. He’d paid for a two-year subscription for unlimited free books when he’d bought the damned thing and told her it was included with the purchase. It hadn’t been and that shit was expensive, but she’d started using it when she thought it was free which was all that mattered to him. She mostly downloaded cookbooks and books for Jasmine, but she had some mysteries and a few romances on there too. He liked being able to provide for her. Hell, he liked her living here and even though she thought she was working for him, he didn’t agree. She wasn’t his employee even if he was paying her each week. He thought of that as her allowance really. He almost snorted at the thought because to him she was already his old lady even if she hadn’t agreed to it yet.
She had her head propped on the pillow and was obviously really into the story because she hadn’t even looked up. Her silky hair hung down her back and Peanut felt the stirrings of desire as his prick throbbed in his pants. He liked seeing her here. The only sight that would have been better was if she’d been waiting in his bed instead of hers. She looked up, likely sensing his gaze on her.
“Oh, sorry. Did you need something?” she asked, starting to shift on the bed to get up.
“Nah, just checking in. Wanted to see if you were alright. It’s late and I know you have to be up early tomorrow to go with Star and the boys to the fair you’re taking the kids to,” Peanut said watching her. She looked at the bedside clock in surprise.
“Gosh, I didn’t realize it had gotten so late. Guess I better get some sleep,” Phoebe said shyly. Her cheeks were slightly red, confirming his suspicions that she’d been waiting on him to get home to go to bed. Damn, she was such a cute little thing. He moved into the room, coming to stand over her near the bed, his eyes caressing her features as he debated on kissing her. If he did and one thing led to another, would she regret it? He didn’t know, but taking chances was what he did and he wanted to at least reward her a little for staying up to wait on him. It was a behavior he liked and she’d told him rewarding good behavior was always a must. Of course she’d been talking about Jazzy when she’d said it but he was going with the idea that it applied to her too. Peanut leaned down, resting his knee on the edge of the bed. He cupped her cheek, staring into her green eyes for a long moment.
“Hi, Lovely,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips.
Her eyes widened and her breath caught, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. He took her e-reader and set it on the table beside the bed before cupping her face again. She didn’t break their intense eye contact even though he could tell she was unsure about what was happening.
“Hi,” she squeaked back.
His breath caressed hers and he moved slowly towards her, leaving plenty of time for her to protest. When she didn’t, he took her lips with his own. It started off gentle, but before long he was devouring her hungrily with his teeth nipping at her lips and his hands buried in her soft hair holding her to him. Phoebe was moaning and her tongue was just as ravenous as his own. Her hands had moved from the bed and were resting on his shoulders as he continued his exploration of her mouth.
He let out a groan, coming fully onto the bed and rolling her beneath him. He pressed into her, his thick cock resting on her thigh as he moved his hands down to cup her breasts. She let out a little mewl and pressed against his hands. Peanut let out a growl and moved his hands under her shirt cupping her soft breasts with his hungry hands. Her hard nipples poked into his palms when he covered them.
“We-we shouldn’t,” she panted when he pulled back slightly to remove her shirt.
“We most definitely should,” Peanut countered, tugging at her shirt and lifting it up to her waist. He stopped there looking into her eyes, waiting on permission. He wouldn’t take her choices even if his cock did feel like it would fall off if he didn’t get it inside her soon.
“I—I don’t know,” Phoebe whispered, her brow furrowed.
“It’s up to you, Lovely. I won’t take anything you’re not ready for, but I really want to make you come on my tongue at least. I need to feel you come apart in my arms.”
“Is this a good idea? Peanut, I need to keep working here and I have to be smart. I don’t want you to think I’m a tease, but I don’t know if this is a good
