Midnight

20. Rises at Sunset

The blissful sounds of Hooked On A Feeling danced me out my slumber at 0530.

5:26a.m. Ethan: Good morning my Flower. I'm running back to you right now. Time to get ready for work.

5:31a.m. Me: Thank you for the wake up text...I prefer wake up sex.

I stretched my arms and legs as far as I could, barely halfway across the bed. I was never going to get rid of the pleasured soreness that Ethan embarked on me daily. And here I was asking for more.

5:31a.m. Ethan: Go back to sleep then. I'm at the door. I'll wake you properly.

Oh shit! I jumped out of bed and into the shower. I was only kidding, I'll be late and a battered mess on my first day back to work. I could feel his presence while I soaped up in the steamy shower. I glanced over to him resting his back against the vanity. He was my sex God. My Shango. He watched me with lust in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. He was wearing gym shorts and a long sleeved Under Armour shirt. I provoked him by circling my breast with the soapy sponge. He shifted then stood straight.

"No, Ethan, you'll make me late." I waved a warning finger to him. He ignored me and proceeded inside the stall, fully clothed, taking the sponge from my hand.

"You can't keep teasing me, Flower." his low husky voice sent tingles to my core. He was unaware that everything he did turned me on. I smiled playfully and turned around giving him permission to wash my back. He pushed my hair over my front and began circling my back for me. He was drenched when I turned back around. His shirt adhering to his rolling raging muscles. I touched. I guide my hand up his lovely pecs. He bit that lip.

"I want to kiss you," I said, standing on my tiptoes, not able to manage to reach those velvet lips. He didn't bend or lower at all to my pleasing. "Gimme lip!" I demanded on a stomp. The stubborn man didn't relent. I pouted my lips and moved in on him rolling my arms up around his long lean back, hugging his wet clothed chest to my face. I could feel him giving in to my ways. He lifted my chin with his finger and kissed into me. I felt....... well the unspoken.

"Breakfast?" he spoke.

I smiled into his lips "I'll fix it, you take off these wet clothes." I grabbed a towel to make my exit, leaving him to shower alone.

He knew how mush my brain became when he was wearing a suit and he was always wearing a suit. Today it was a charcoal grey suit with a grey tie and shirt. He was too much to look at. I have to look away. Look away! He sat in front of me on the island while I finished our cinnamon and apple crepes in front of his watchful eyes.

"Smells delicious."

"Tastes even better." I plated him up a pair to feed to him.

"Mmm...those nursing scrubs do something to me." his eyes drank in my baby blue scrubs with more delight then the crepes. I could devour him and say the hell with the hospital. His phone vibrated and he reached inside his pocket to answer it. I sensed he wasn't happy with the number by the frown line creasing his stunning forehead. "I'm sorry Flower...give me a minute...it's half important," he stood to walk out the kitchen taking the phone to his ear. That was not like Ethan to walk away on his phone. He's never mind cursing people in front of me before....

I think I left my...my..my favorite pen upstairs. I can't flipping work without that pen! I'll just walk out the kitchen to go upstairs and get it.

"Don't you fucking dare! You don't get to play that card with me anymore!....What is it that you don't understand!...I'm not!........ Take it! ......You can have it all! I don't give a shit!....You tell Becca she's nothing to me now!"